Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 97 Chapter 97 Brooklyn He's not going to kidnap me. If he wantedkidnapped, he wouldn't be putting on such a show.

No, this is him wanting to impress me.

"Would you mind?" I say, coming within about five feet of him. He watchedas I came, his eyes sliding overfrom head to foot. "You're kind of blocking the road." "Am I?" Colsen asks, glancing over his shoulder, feigning ignorance. Then, he turns back toand giveshis most charming smile. "My bad." I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Where are you off to?" he asks next, too casual.

"You know where I'm going, Colsen," I say unwilling to play his game.

Clearly, if he's here, he knew that I would be coming to Aden's stables this morning. And he knew precisely what tI'd be here, and why I was going.

"You look cute," he says, sliding his hands into his pockets. "A real equestrian, in that getup. Can you ride?" "Barely," I say, looking to my side at the pretty fields by the side of the road.

Really, though, I turn away because I don't want him to see the smile on my face. You look cute.

"But I like my horse. He needs his exercise." My face more under control now, I turn back to him, crossing my arms. "So do you mind?" "Ah, con," he says, wrinkling his nose at me. "Let someone else exercise your horse today. Hang out withinstead." "Seriously?" I say, tilting my head as I look at him. "You think that if you block the path towards the thing that I actually want to do, I'll just cave and go out with you?" He givesa naughty little smirk then. "Never failedbefore." I can't help myself. I laugh.

"Wait, so you've done this before? Just blocked the road until the girl you like goes out with you?" "Well," he says, giving a shrug. "If someone is being a cock block, then I've got to pull the road block." "What do you mean?" I ask, suddenly curious. "Who is cock blocking you?" "Your new daddy-in-law," he says, leaning forward and grinning at me.

"I've been trying to get in touch with you for days. But Kenwood is blocking all my calls. My messages. All those poor carrier pigeons." He shakes his head in regret. "Dead, for nothing but his pride." "Really?" I ask, surprised. "You've...been trying to call me?" "Why are you surprised at that?" he asks, smooth. "You're a gorgeous girl. And, well, at the beach I thought we had sort of...a connection. Or whatever." I let him see my little smile this time. "A connection? Or whatever?" "Whatever," he says, leaning forward farther so that his eyes are even with mine, looking atintensely. "Whatever you want, Brooklyn Remington." I can't help myself, then. The little butterflies that flutter around in my stomach make the decision for me. "Fine," I say, taking three steps forward to join him at his side. "You'd better drive fast, though," I say, nodding back to Lucas in the black car behind me.

"Because he's definitely going to shoot you if you don't." Colsen laughs at this, raising a hand and giving Lucas a friendly wave. "What, that guy? Not a chance. He doesn't have the balls." I see Lucas in the front seat suddenly go red with rage when he sees what I'm doing. He moves, fast, grabbing the handle of his door.

"Quick!" I shout, feeling a little reckless and liking it. I shove Colsen's shoulder, urging him to move. "Go, go!" Colsen laughs, giving a little whoop and running around to the driver's seat of his car.

"Brooklyn!" I hear Lucas shout behind me. But I've already got the Ferrari's door open.

"It's okay, Lucas!" I shout to him as I throw myself into the seat. "We're just going out for lunch! Can you take out Heathcliff for me!?" "God dammit, Brooklyn!" he shouts, and I see him raising his gun. But I slam my door shut, giving a little shriek of excitement.

"Hold on, baby," Colsen murmurs, throwing the car into gear and then slamming on the gas, the tires spinning as he turns the wheel hard, spinning the car back into the lane and Starting to fly down the road.

I look behind us, then, through the little back window, still laughing as I see Lucas raise his hands to his hair, clearly freaking out.

I don't feel guilty, though-for sreason, in this minute, I've given totally over to the adrenaline rush. There's no room for guilt.

"Did you just get him in big trouble?" Colsen asks, glancing atas we pick up speed.

"Probably," I murmur, still looking back until Lucas until he disappears around a bend. But I hope people will understand why I did this.

Then, I turn to Colsen, a big smile on my face. "What's next?" "Anything you want," he murmurs, keeping his eyes on the road.

I bite my lip, then, considering the possibilities.

*** That afternoon, I have a lot more fun than I've had in a long time.

Perhaps made even more fun by the knowledge that when I get home, Aden is going to kill me.

So, I'd better live it up while I can.

"Another!" I call to the bartender, raising my hand to get his attention.

Colsen laughs at me, pulling my hand down.

"You know you don't have to do that, right? He's been keeping an eye on you all afternoon. There's no way he's not going to notice when your drink is empty." A few hours ago, in the car, I had asked Colsen to takesomewhere Aden wouldn't easily find us.

He'd smirked and toldhe had just the place, drivingacross the city to the bad part of town. Then, he'd parked his sparkling Ferrari in front of a dive bar.

I'd been hesitant at first, but he'd taken my hand, tellingto trust him, and pulledinside.

I'd understood the minute we stepped in the door and my eyes adjusted to the light.

With deep red booths ringing the walls and a meticulously polished mahogany bar, this neighborhood bar wasn't a dump-it was a well-kept secret.

We've been here for about three hours now, drinking and laughing chasing that reckless feeling that I've had since I made the snap decision to get into his car.

I also couldn't help but notice the abundance of shifters in the room, Colsen explained that this place was for wolves, like him, that preferred to go it alone. Unless he needed them to do a job for him.

"Really?" I ask now, glancing between the bar tender and Colsen. "He's been keeping an eye on me— like, watching me? Why?" "Because you're hot, Brooklyn," Colsen says, leaning in to whisper it like it's a secret.

I throw my head back and laugh, surprised and tickled by the answer. And, yes, wellinclined to laugh now that I've got a belly full of tequila. "Seriously Colsen says, smirking at me. "Once he figures out that you're rich and funny, too, he's going to lock you in the basement and keep you for himself." "Really?" I say, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Is he going to lock you up? Probably, but I've seen that basement and you—" I giggle, but shake my head. "No," I say. "Do you really think I'm funny?" "Brooklyn," Colsen says, smiling atwith disbelief as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Whoever told you that you weren't?" I shrug, considering it. "I don't know. My sister is funny. I just always thought I was the...other sister." Colsen cocks his head to the side, his attention fully onas the bartender delivers two more shots to us. "What's the 'other' sister?" "I don't know," I say, looking deep into his grey eyes. "The nerdy one. The dork." "Brooklyn," Colsen says, shaking his head again.

Then he leans forward, bringing his face close to mine, like he's tellinga great and terrible secret.

"You are beautiful," he says, placing a hand on the side of my face, brushing his thumb over it tenderly. "And you're cute," he leans closer then placing a kiss on that cheek.