Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 98 Chapter 98 Brooklyn By the tColsen brings his face back to where it started, I'm almost breathless.

"And trust me, you are funny," he says, surprisingby not kissing my mouth and instead pressing his lips to my other cheek instead.

I can't help but smile back at him, as he looks atlevelly again.

"And yeah," he whispers, smirking. "You're kind of a dork." I laugh uproariously at that, tossing my head back and shaking with the laughter that pulses through me. When I look back at him again, I can see him laughing just as hard, right along with me.

I almost can't believe it, how much fun I'm having with Aden's worst enemy.

Maybe Aden just has bad taste in men. Because Colsen is a blast.

We both pull ourselves back together, Colsen reaching for the drinks on the bar and handingmine.

I sip from it, staring at him, at his handsface and the sexy pinup tattoo that wraps around his neck. "You don't think I'm a dork," I say teasingly, taking my sip from my drink. "Because you wouldn't like a girl who's a dork." I lean forward, trying to bait him into coming closer.

"And..." I pause, not bothering to stop the grin that stretches across my face. "I think you like me." "Really, Brooklyn?" he asks, leaning forward again to bring his face close to mine. "Did you just figure that out now? The Ferrari across the road wasn't enough?" "No," I say, narrowing my eyes, my smile dropping a little bit. I'm serious now, not playing anymore. "But I thought...I thought you were just trying to datefor...for who I am. For the connections you would make, if you tookaway from Hudson." Colsen doesn't flinch at that. Just holds my eye contact, his face steady.

"Honestly?" His voice is as serious as mine now. "It started that way. But you are a surprise. Every extra minute with you," he says, his eyes drifting down to my mouth, "has madewant to do this more and more." And then, slowly, he lifts his hand to the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair, pullingcloser. This feeling I have with Colsen, is it real? Is it a connection, something that could be a true bond? Or is it just that I know he's a bad boy, and I want to make Aden mad? I exhale, my stomach turning over with anticipation, and close my eyes.

But.

The kiss never comes.

Instead, I feel Colsen's grip loosen, and see the color change on the inside of my closed eyelids from purple to orange.

I blink my eyes open, looking towards the now-open door leaking sunlight into the room as Colsen straightens on his stool next to me.

"Well, Brooklyn," he murmurs, looking at the six guys in suits who walk into the bar, their eyes on us. "Looks like you have a decision to make." They see us, then, and steadily walk over, their faces deadly.

"Brooklyn," the one at the front says.

It's a guy I've seen a hundred times in Aden's kitchen having breakfast, but I don't know his nyet. "It's tto go hnow." I don't say anything, just quickly shoot back my shot, flinching and wiping my mouth with my arm.

Colsen smirks at Aden's guys, placing his still-full drink back onto the bar.

"Nice afternoon we're having, isn't it?" he says, cheeky.

The men ignore him, their eyes fixed on me.

I grimace and turn to Colsen. "I'd better go," I say, sad to see it end.

"I get it," Colsen says, hopping up from his seat and putting a hand out to helpdown, which I accept. "If he'd sent one, I could take 'em...but six?" I laugh a little, nodding in agreement, my eyes fixed on his face as I hop down from my stool.

""A pleasure, Brooklyn," he says, surprisingthen by raising my hand, still in his, to his mouth and pressing a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on mine the entire ten BUMS "Thank you," I say, fascinated by him, my words hardly more than a whisper. "It was...I 'll never forget today." "Hopefully you won't have to," he murmurs, letting my hand go and putting his in his pocket. "I hope that we have lots more afternoons, just like this." I smile at him, then, even as Aden's guy gently takes my arm and guidesout of the bar.

Colsen's face is the last thing I see before the door closes and I turn towards the street, blinking in the sunlight.

"Con, miss," the guy says, leadingover to a black SUV idling in the road next to Colsen's car. "He's not happy." "He never is," I murmur, looking out the window at the bar as we drive away.

The trip passes quickly, lost in my thoughts as I am. I barely notice the city passing by as we drive through it.

When we get back to the house, though, I do notice when the driver turns to pull in front of the house, instead of to the garages around the side and back.

I'm about to open my mouth to ask about the change when the car m comes to a stóp, Aden's guy next to ΕΠopening the door and getting out.

And then, as soon as he moves so that I can see the front of the house, I know why.

He's standing there, at the top of the steps in front of his front door, his dear arms crossed/across his chest as they always are when he's pissed at.

He glares atas I guiltily climb out of the car, meeting his eye.

"Good luck," Aden's guy murmurs, closing the car door behindand walking around to the other side. "You're going to need it." And as I stare at Aden up there, at the top of the stairs? I know he's right.