Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 

Brooklyn 

I am the last to arrive. 

“Brooklyn,” Jolie gasps, and my head snaps directly to look at her. She’s seated on a plush couch, her clothing torn and her face smeared with makeup. 

At least whatever damage Davis did to her wasn’t permanent and she was able to heal quickly. 

I take a few steps towards her but Aden, standing by the fireplace, clears his throat. I hold myself back, knowing I have a part to play. 

I look between Jolie and my dad, who is seated next to her. 

“Brooklyn,” my dad gasps, taking in my gorgeous dress, my polished countenance. “Are you…” 

“I’m fine,” I say, setting my shoulders back. 

“Please,” my father says, turning his attention to Aden. “Let them go. Take me. I’ll take whatever punishment 

“No,” Aden cuts in, not even looking at him, just staring at me. His green eyes slice into me, his wolf flashing with an emotion I can’t place. “You’re worthless to me.” 

“Stephen,” I say, internally cringing at hearing myself use my father’s given name. “I can’t forgive you for your betrayal.” 

His mouth falls open. 

Jolie, next to him, is baffled. “Brooklyn, what are you talking about?” 

I turn my attention to her. “Didn’t you hear? Dad’s been keeping me away from my real life. I’m the daughter of an Alpha, a mafia boss, someone who can give me everything 

I deserve. While we’ve been scraping by, I could have had yachts, private planes, diamonds. Everything a girl wants.” 

Everything in me screams to tell them the truth, to stop with these lies, but Aden’s gaze sits heavy on my shoulders. This is the only way I can save them. Aden Kenwood is too powerful -if I cross him, there will be hell to pay. I know it in my bones, and Lena affirms it. 

I can only hope my lies convince them. 

Jolie’s mouth falls open in shock and disgust. 

“Please, Brooklyn,” my dad says, devastated. “We can call the police! Kiddo…don’t give in.” 

“I just want to go back to my real family. What’s it going to take to leave me alone? Fifty grand? A hundred? Whatever you want, I’m sure it can be arranged.”