Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67
Brooklyn

Aden nods to me and then to a guard I didn’t realize was standing behind me.

As the guard heads off, Aden gestures to me to come closer, so I do.

I stand by his side and we both watch the door silently, waiting for Lennox to show up.

Lennox appears a few minutes later, his face worried.

“Brooklyn,” he says, crossing the room to me and wrapping me in a hug I wasn’t expecting. “I’m so glad to see you’re all right.”

He nods to Aden next. “Thank you, Aden, so much. For taking care of my girl.”

I look between them. “You didn’t know? That I was all right?”

Lennox shakes his head, glaring at Aden a little. “I just got word this morning. Apparently, this house was on lockdown all day yesterday.”

“Sorry to have kept you waiting,” Aden says, his arms crossed. “It was in the best interests of my security. Do you have any word on what happened two nights ago? Who is responsible for the attack?”

Lennos shakes his head, apparently unsure.

“My men are out there, listening to the word on the street. Our best guess is that it was Colsen.” Remington says, spreading his hands. “He’s had it out for you, Kenwood, ever since you went to the warden.”

I look between them. Colsen? The warden? What the hell was going on?

Aden nods slowly at Lennox, his face giving nothing away.

“I think he was trying to take us both out,” Lennox says, shaking his head with regret. “I should have known. Shouldn’t have had such a big party…”

Aden says nothing and I frown. This was Aden’s very theory. Why isn’t he confirming it?

The room grows awkwardly quiet.

“Would you mind,” Lennox says, breaking the silence and gesturing towards me, “if I had a private moment with my daughter? I still haven’t had a moment alone with her. To reconnect.”

Aden studies me for a moment and then nods slowly.

He says nothing as he heads out of the room.

I look at my father, feeling strange and awkward. My hands go immediately to my hair, starting to braid it.

“Brooklyn,” he says, quite tenderly. “Are you alright? You weren’t hurt?”

“No,” I say to him, genuinely. “Really, I’m fine. Aden got us out unscathed. Are—are you okay? Louisa, the kids?”

“We’re all fine,” he says, relieved, wiping his sweaty hands down the length of his suitcoat.

“We got lucky, with the baby needing attention in that moment. We were out of the room and able to get to the car without much fuss.”

“Good,” I say, for lack of any better response.

Lennox glances towards the door. “And you’re…happy here?” he asks. “Kenwood is good to you?”