Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23
Brooklyn

“So you like it,” Aden says, his voice low, possessive.

“I do,” I say, hesitating. “Is there something extra…”

“Amaretto,” he says. “Adds notes of apricot and bitter almonds.”

“It’s delicious,” I say, holding his gaze while I raise my thumb to my mouth to wipe a little fleck of foam from my bottom lip.

He watches me do it, and I see his wolf flash in his eyes for a split second.

“Good,” he murmurs. “I don’t want Remington to hear anything except that you were treated like a princess in my house.”

I look back at my plate as I remember that I’m more captive than guest here. I’m fed good food not for my pleasure, but so that I’ll give my “father” a good report when he comes to claim me.

“It’s almost as good as my dad’s breakfast,” I murmur, suddenly angry. At Aden, but also at myself. For forgetting.

I feel a finger on my cheek, firmly turning my face back towards the Mafia King.

“You only have one father now, Brooklyn. You have no ‘dad.’ Though if you’re really missing it—” he smirks cruelly at me here, his voice slow and luxurious, “—you can always call me ‘Daddy’.”

My jaw drops open in shock, and my face turns beat red. Aden laughs a little at my reaction.

“Dad, seriously,” Hudson says, and I glance at him to see anger written on his face.

Aden laughs darkly at Hudson, too.

I turn my head harshly. Aden’s fingers lose their grip.

“If you want me to respect you,” I say, my voice shaking with anger and embarrassment, “you should be more polite to me. I’m sure my father won’t like to hear that I’ve been disrespected in your home.”

Aden puts his whole hand on my cheek this time, turning my head to make me look at him. “You will receive respect,” he says, his voice low and even, “when you learn your place. Say thank you for your breakfast, Brooklyn.”

I stare up at him, breathless, as he raises his other hand—a soft cloth napkin in it—to dab gently at my chin. He lingers, though, staring at my mouth, dragging the napkin across the length of my lower lip.

“I thought you dressed for breakfast in this house,” I mutter, an eyebrow raised.

“We do,” Hudson says. “But Jayde…also does what she wants.”

I hear a laugh come from the kitchen—a full-throated, happy thing—and am surprised to see this woman throw her arms around Aden’s neck, standing on her tiptoes to demand a kiss.

He obliges her, and I feel something twist inside me. Lena is not happy, either. He whispers something in her ear, and she turns to look right at me.

She gives me a broad, red-lipped smile while he says something else in her ear. I give her a tentative smile back, so she winks and blows me a kiss.

Her energy is effervescent. I can’t help but like her without even speaking to her.

“Who is she?” I ask, still watching her.

“Jayde,” Hudson says, a little pained. “My father’s mistress. Or, at least…one of them.”