Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 96 Chapter 96 Brooklyn I jump backwards as the figure hurries pastand then down the stairs.

He's got a hoodie pulled up over his head, so I can't see who it is, but he's certainly young, and with the height and broad shoulders of a guy.

Suddenly, I hear the noise of Hudson's door snicking shut down the hall and my mouth drops open as I put the pieces together.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Hudson had a guy in his room last night! I giggle to myself, pressing my hand over my mouth to contain the noise.

He'd toldhe was interested in someone, but I hadn't realized he was sleeping with them.

How long had this been going on? I take a few steps into the hall, peering down the steps, but whoever it is has disappeared.

I shake my head, then, starting down the stairs myself as I consider that this is certainly not a mark in the be- loyal-to-Hudson category.

Clearly, he's not being loyal to me-not even really pretending to be.

Oh well. A problem for another time, I think, walking down the hall and pressing the door open to the kitchen.

It's very early, but there are still a few people here, getting their day started.

I walk over to the espresso machine and make myself a cup, looking around for Aden.

I hope I get to ask him about a trip to see my dad before the day has a chance to piss him off.

I screw my mouth to the side, though, disappointed when I realize that he's not here.

I lean back against the counter on which the espresso machine rests, taking a sip of my hot drink and considering my next choices.

To my surprise, Lucas pushes through the door to the kitchen and smiles at me, coming right over. "Hey," he says. "Stables today?" I nod eagerly. "Yeah, I'm just looking for Aden first. I wanted to ask him—" His grimace stops my words, though. "Sorry, Brooklyn. But he's already gone." "Really?" I ask. My shoulders slumping in disappointment.

"Sorry," Lucas says again, putting his hands in his pockets. "He's got a lot of business today and wanted to get started early. But!" He givesa big smile here. "He wantsto take you to the tables. So-" he givesa deep, mocking bow, "I'm at your service, my lady." I'm shocked. "Seriously? You?" He laughs and straightens up, nodding.

"I know. I was surprised as you are. He gavethat look that meant touch her and you die, though. So..." He shrugs. "Best behavior and everything." "He's so crazy," I murmur, looking down into my coffee. "One day he's punching you for hanging out with me, the next he assigns you to hang out with me. I can't make any sense out of him." "Maybe he likes it that way," Lucas says, shrugging again. "Keeps people on their toes with the chaos of his moods." "Well," I murmur, setting my cup back on the machine and pushing the buttons again for a refill. "If we've got all day, might as well have a luxurious breakfast." Lucas nods eagerly in agreement and heads off to ask whoever is cooking today to make us something. Then, we sit down at my usual table, chatting passively.

About thirty minutes into our meal, Hudson joins us, the two of them greeting each other casually as Hudson comes and givesa kiss on my cheek.

Huh, I think, looking between them as Hudson sits and they begin to converse easily. I didn't even know they knew each other.

After breakfast, Lucas drives casually down the country roads close to the stables, singing along with the old country music from the 50s and 60s that's playing on the radio.

I smile, watching and listening to him. Who knew that a guy trying to work his way up in a mafia family could sing so well.

And knew so much Patsy Cline.

I shrug, looking out the window, enjoying the view, when suddenly Lucas slams on the brakes.

"Shit," he mutters as our car skids to a stop, beginning to fishtail a little.

I gasp, grabbing on to the handle above my head and the center console to hold myself steady.

My vision, of course, snaps directly to the road, anxious to see what the hell is in our way.

My eyes go wide with shock when I see it.

A bright-red Ferrari, situated sideways in the middle of the road, blocking any traffic that might cby on either side.

And leaning against it, his arms crossed casually in front of him, is a young man in a fashionable designer sweatsuit.

With tattoos all the way up his neck.

"Shit," Lucas says again, scrambling for the glove box, popping it open and pulling out- Oh my god, a gun.

"What!?" I ask, my eyes following it with shock. "Has that been there the whole time!?" Lucas ignores me, flicking the safety off the gun and expertly ensuring that the clip is full of bullets.

"Stay still, Brooklyn," he murmurs, looking out of the windshield asm Colsen stands up from his position leaning against the car, smirking at Lucas in the front seat. Then, his eyes slide to mine, and he cocks his head to the side.

A question.

I glance back at Lucas, the loaded gun in his hand, and make an impulsive decision.

Before he can stop me, I pull the handle on my door and push it open, putting one foot out.

"Brooklyn!" Lucas yells, grabbing for me, but I'm out of the car before he can get a grasp on me. "Get the fuck back in here!" "He's not going to hurt me," I say,

bending down so that Lucas canz hearand see my my face. "But you're definitely going to get shot if you go out there with a gun. "You're going to get kidnapped!" Lucas exclaims.

But I just shut the door in his face, hoping he listens to me.

Then, I start to walk towards Colsen.

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