Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68
Brooklyn

I frown at Aden, blinking.

What?

He folds his hands and waits patiently. “Tell me what Remington said. Everything.”

I sigh inwardly, relieved. But then I hesitate. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “I want you to tell me everything he said to you, and everything you said in response.”

I frown at him further. “Are my conversations with my father not private?

Aden leans forward a little, the corners of his mouth pulling up.

“If you want to have private conversations with your father,” he says slowly, “you can have them off my property. But in this house? I’m entitled to know everything. Including the words exchanged between my ward,” he looks pointedly at me, “and my potential enemy.”

I cock my head to the side. “I thought you and my father were allies,” I say, crossing my arms.

“Do allies leave each other to be shot at parties they threw? Do they conveniently leave the room moments before an attack?”

Aden shakes his head slightly. “Our alliance is on shaky grounds, Brooklyn, before this wedding happens. Right now, Remington and I are tenuous at best.”

He stares at me then, silent. Waiting patiently for me to talk.

I clear my throat, looking away and trying to think. What did we just say to one another?

“I’m waiting,” he reminds me.

“I know,” I say, a little sharply. “I just…I’m trying to remember.”

I throw my mind back, thinking hard. I don’t usually catalog my conversations so precisely.

But I guess, in a Mafia household, you have different instincts when it comes to these sorts of things.

“He asked me if I was okay, after the party,” I say, closing my eyes so I can concentrate. “And I told him I was fine, that you got us out.”

Aden stays silent, allowing me to continue.

“Then, he asked if I’m happy here.”

“And your answer?” Aden says quietly.

I look at him. “That I am. Happy here, I mean. But he told me that if I wanted to come home and live with him instead, that I’d be welcome to do that. I told him I’d rather stay here, though. With Hudson, because he’s my fiancé.”

“And thennnn,” Aden says, moving his hand slowly throw the air, inviting me to proceed. I can tell he’s growing impatient by my hesitations.

“And then,” I said, putting a hand on my hip, “he asked me if I’m happy with Hudson. And if I love him. And whether or not we’ve been…intimate.”

Aden raises an eyebrow at this, smiling a little. “And what, Brooklyn,” he says slowly, “was your answer to that.”

I narrow my eyes at him and move on. “I told him that I’m very happy with Hudson, and that of course we’re in love. To which he replied that I’m still very young, and that if I wanted him to introduce me to some new options, that he’d be happy to do that.”

Aden nods slowly at this, still watching my face carefully, clearly processing the implications.

“I told him no,” I say, turning towards the door. “That was it.”