Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 66 Chapter 66 Brooklyn I'm speechless as I stare at the dark space where Jayde stood just a minute ago.

Then I blink, wondering if maybe I dreamt it all-it happened so fast.

But when I look down into my hand, the note is still there.

Shit. Shit. What the hell am I going to do with this? It's a bomb, really. I know that. If Aden findswith this note, I am done for, relationship with Hudson or not.

But to whom, really, do I owe my allegiance? Should I give this note to Lennox, my father, who I know loves me? Should I give it to Aden, out of allegiance to Hudson? Or to Aden himself, out of allegiance to him? After all, he protectedlast night-keptalive.

But what, really, happened last night? Was it just coincidence that my father and his family weren't in the room when the attack happened? Aden said it was a kidnapping attempt, maybe for me, but was it? Was I ever really in danger? Did my father perhaps arrange it as a way to getaway from Aden, to get him out from his clutches? I groan, leaning back against the pillows, feeling far too inadequate to answer these kinds of questions. The fact is, I have absolutely no idea what is happening, and here is this stupid note, this test of my loyalty.

Everything depends on my next move. Who I give it to, whether or not I flush it down the toilet like Jayde said. But even if I do that, and my dad or Aden ever finds out that I had this piece of evidence and didn't give it to them- I'm screwed either way.

Swiftly, I peel open the note, hoping that its contents giveany hint about what I should do next.

But it's just two lines of cryptic poetry.

The little wren sleeps, warm in its nest, The mink at its door doth it detest.

What? I wrinkle my nose at the verse, written in Jayde's hand. What the hell is this? It doesn't even make any sense-nests don't have doors.

I grit my teeth and fold it up, trying to decide what to do.

My eyes fall on my desk, and I make a decision.

Well, I make a decision that allowsto defer the real decision.

I hurry out of my bed and over to the desk, grabbing sscotch tape out of the top drawer and crawling underneath to tape the note to the back of the slim central drawer.

There, I think, crawling out and dusting my hands off. Now that it's safely hidden, I can decide later what it is that I want to do. Right now, my wolf isn't steeringone way or the other, and I need her intuition for this.

I get back into bed and lay my head back on my pillow, wondering and worried. Damnit, things have so grown so very complicated.

What was going to happen when Aden discovered that Jayde was gone? I purse my lips and stare at the ceiling, knowing that I won't get a lick of sleep. I'll be too busy staying up all night worried about what my next move should be.

Breakfast the next morning is...awkward.

Aden serves Hudson andeggs and sausage, sliding the plates onto the table next to our cups of coffee without a word of acknowledgement.

Hudson and I dig in silently, both intuiting that it's better to stay off Aden's radar.

When Aden has returned to the galley, Hudson looks atcuriously nodding to his dad and shrugging in question, askingwith his gestures whether or not I have any idea what's going I shrug back, doing my very best to pretend that I don't.

God, I hope he believes me.

Hudson sighs and we continue eating quietly.

I open my mouth to ask Hudson his plans for the day when a guard comes into the room, rushing towards Aden.

Distracted, I shut my mouth and we both watch the action instead.

"Sir," the guard says. "There's a...visitor at the door." Oddly, he glances over at me. "He cwithout warning. Do you want to see him?" Aden sends a glare my way, too-what the hell did I do?-as he wipes his hands and takes off his apron, following the guard out of the room.

Hudson and I gape curiously after him, but he's back a few moments later, pointing atand snapping his fingers before disappearing from the room again. "Um," Hudson says uncomfortably. "I think you're being...summoned." "Okay," I say, my heart pounding in my chest.

I give Hudson a worried look and then head out of the room, walking down the hall to Aden's study.

He's standing at his desk, staring atwith a hard expression.

"Did you...want me?" Aden pauses, lookingover, before answering.

"Your father is here," he says. "He wants a word with you." My eyes widen and I just stare at Aden, not knowing what to say.

"Well?" Aden says, a little anger or frustration in his voice now-I can't tell which. "Do you want to see him?" My eyes dart around frantically, like he's here in this room. "Do you...wantto see him?" Aden crosses his arms over his chest, studying my every move.

We stand in silence so long I can't stand it.

"Seriously, Aden," I burst out, almost frantic with my anxiety now. "I have m no idea what's going on. Do you wantto see him? Do you think shouldn't? After what happened at the party...I don't know if it's safe."

"It's fine, Brooklyn," Aden says, interruptingand givinga little nod. "It's not a test," he continues, though something intellthat maybe it was. "Your father has cto the house and asked to see you. He's alone. If you'd like to see him, you may."