Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42
Brooklyn

For all the drama the day I chose my wedding dress—Aden’s reaction to me in it, the wine and secrets I shared with Jayde, the porn room, the violence I witnessed—the next several days are unremarkable.

As I fall into the routines of the Kenwood house, I’m surprised to find that I’m quickly bored by them.

Life at my home with Stephen and Jolie was boring—but we were just normal people.

A little of me, I think, expected everyday mafia life to be more exciting.

It’s not that the house is empty. Every day starts with a flurry of activity. Breakfast in the kitchen is a big affair, with everyone rushing through.

Aden’s top guys—mostly older gentlemen—drink their tiny glasses of espresso at a table in the corner, bantering. Lower-level guys, dressed in thousand-dollar sweatsuits, run briskly through, reporting and getting new orders.

Guards are everywhere, watching everything, but mostly wishing that they were important enough to be included with the others.

As the day passes, everyone spreads out to do their work.

Hudson goes out a lot. To school, mostly, wrapping up his spring semester. I’ve been expressly forbidden to go with him, to school or anywhere else.

Apparently, I’m still a kidnapping target. Aden has told the mafia world that I’m out there, but until he locks me down as part of his family, I’m forbidden any freedom.

The first day Hudson left me behind, Jayde had come into the house just as he was leaving. Seeing my sad face, she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, her voice full of pity.

“I know,” she said, giving me a little squeeze. “It’s like you’re a mafia widow already, stuck in this house. Might as well dress yourself head to toe in black and spend your day saying the rosary for his soul.”

“At least it would be something to do,” I moaned, slumping my shoulders forward in misery. “It’s so boring here.”

And it really is. Again, not that there’s not a lot going on in this house at all times, it’s just that I’m…not at all a part of it.

Everyone—the guards, the captains —they’re all nice and polite to me. They smile at me when they pass me in the hall.

But no one really talks to me, even if I try. I get the impression that Aden expressly forbade it.

My only friend is Jayde, and she’s very sweet, but we don’t have a lot in common.

Jayde is, I think, a mafia boss’s dream girlfriend. She’s sweet, funny, and has enough bite in her wit to keep from being boring.