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

Chapter 6

Brooklyn

A guard flies through the door.

"Hands off!" he yells, but Aden has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm.

"Sorry," he says, back to smirking, his eyes on me. "Won't happen again."

I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him.

"Are you all right, miss?" the guard says, leaning forward to look me over.

"I'm fine."

I rub my wrist with my other hand. I'm not hurt, just...shocked? Turned on? Confused?

I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. "We will...we will proceed."

I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. Failure isn't an option if I want

to graduate.

I give Kenwood a steady glare, raising my chin. I'm tougher than he thinks I am.

Picking up my pen again, I'm grateful that my hands aren't shaking.

"Please," I say, focusing again on the paper. "Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see "

"Your little skirt," he says, grinning wolfishly at the fact that he's riled me so easily, "is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and that skirt's the perfect length to—"

"Please, Mr. Kenwood," I repeat, surprised to hear it come out with a little growl. "I demand your respect during this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously."

Kenwood's response is to laugh at me.

"Darling," he says, leaning forward again. "I couldn't take you seriously if I tried."

I blink at him, stunned, but it quickly turns to rage. I clench my fist, my knuckles almost white, working to keep Lena's temper at bay inside of me.

The last place I can shift is here.

Aden looks down at my fist and grins. "Now, now, Doc. No fair teasing. I like it a little rough."

"Mr. Kenwood," I bite out, "if you aren't interested in cooperating with me, I'd rather not waste my time. I'll just let the guard know you're being combative."

I stand up with bravado I don't feel, and raise my hand, waving to the guard standing right outside the door.

In a flash, Aden's demeanor changes.

Gone is the relaxed, playful wolf who's been teasing me. Instead of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at knocking me off-kilter, all the sharp edges and darkness are back.

I can't look away, overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare.

Finally, I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floor-anywhere but at him.

"You looked away first." He studies me. "Didn't your parents, your Alpha teach you not to show weakness? Not to take your eyes off the enemy? In the battlefield, you'd have died by my hand-or my wolf's teeth Pitiful."

Riled, I raise my eyes to stare him down, determined not to look away first. "Good," he laughs. "I like my girls with a little fight in them."

My face goes pale and red at once. I'm enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick..I know better! But also god dammit-I feel my nipples go hard under my blazer. His steely gaze moves to my chest, as if he

knows it, the rumble of a growl in his chest deepening.

I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can.

Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole.

"This is finished." I gather my papers as fast as I can, shoving them, crinkled, into my bag.

He's laughing softly as I hurry.

I take a breath, throw my shoulders back, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal, and the guard lets me out. I don't look at Kenwood again as I start to leave.

"Oh, Doc..." his voice echoes behind me.

My cheeks burn and I grit my teeth as I turn to hear his parting words.

"I'll see you on the outside," he says, giving me a dark smirk. "You can count on it."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," I whisper, my voice trembling as I storm out, the guard shutting the door behind me.

My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as I'm concerned, I'll never see him again. And good riddance.