Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Aden "Colsen's a mad dog," I say. "We've got to put him down. I'll provide the muscle; all I ask is that you let us take care of it ourselves-between wolves. Don't interfere. As for the spoils...we split fifty-fifty." Dutton narrows his eyes, then says, "I want eighty-twenty. For my agreement to let you handle it." My jaw is clenched so tightly, I'm worried I might crack my teeth. We wolves can heal from a lot, but we can't regrow teeth.

I don't let my frustration show, though. Hell, I don't care if Dutton takes it all, honestly. Dutton has power, but he's notoriously low on cash-a problem I don't have.

But letting him know that? Giving him exactly what he wants with no pushback? Fuck no.

He might think he hasover a barrel, but he doesn't. And if I let him think he can walk right over me, he'll go around saying so to everyone who will listen to him.

"Sixty-forty," I say as I look at my nails.

Dutton shrugs, not agreeing yet, but not pushing the matter further.

"What about the other bosses?" he asks. "Are you anticipating pushback from Remington?" I shake my head. "Remington's distracted. His guys are running the game, but he's got snew clue about his lost kid." I wave a hand, dismissing it. "He's not going to get involved right now.' Dutton nods, givinga small smile, and I realize that he already knew this. Dutton might not have cash, but he does trade in secrets. Likely, Remington got the clue about his kid from the warden to begin with. The question was a test.

I don't like being tested.

If we weren't on Dutton's hturf, this conversation would have played out much differently.

And there wouldn't be very much conversing.

"Sixty-forty. Do we have a deal?" Dutton gives a small nod, then goes back to flipping through the files on his desk, dismissing me.

If we were anywhere else, I'd rip one of his fingers off for being so disrespectful.

He can't stay locked up in his ivory tower forever...he has to leave at spoint. How's he's managed to keep where he lives and how he comes and goes from to get in and out of the prison is a mystery.

Ssay there are tunnels large enough to drive through under the prison that run to wherever his his.

Ssay he lives at the prison and doesn't actually ever leave, which is why no one has been able to catch him outside of these protective walls.

He's gotten a little too comfortable, feels too secure.

Once I take care of Colsen, once things have settled down...

I'll find Dutton outside of these walls, and I will make sure he never feels safe and secure again.

As the guards walkout of the office, one of the guards turns to me.

"We've been ordered to take you along to your psychological assessment before returning you to your cell." I glare at him, but say nothing. This is ridiculous.

Dutton is flexing his "muscles" onbecause I didn't give in to his initial demand of an eighty-twenty split. The guard shrugs. "Standard procedure, Kenwood. All prisoners gotta do it." I stay silent, following.

Dutton is pushing it, and just trying to collect more secrets.

I follow the guards to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes atand points at his watch, indicating that he'll haveout of here in no time. I not, then focus my attention on the door.

I'm surprised to see a girl.

No, not a girl. A young woman-twenty-three, at the most.

She stands up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as she takesin.

God dammit. My body tenses at the sight of her-those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people likewill take her seriously.

If my wrists weren't bound in silver, my canines would be dropping right now, my wolf anxious for a taste of her.

I can tell from a single glance that she's pure as the driven snow-ambitious but poor, eager to prove herself. My eyes rove over her... What would she look like 1 ripped that unflattering blazer off her? I focus again on those red lips, slightly parted.

My breath hisses from my mouth at the sight of those lips, at the thought of what could do with them-of what I could make them do to me.

There's a low rumble in my chest as I hold back my growl, and my pants tighten as get hard. "Um," she says, hesitant. I snap my attention back to her jewel-blue eyes.

"My nis Brooklyn Knox? I'm here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?"

I grit my teeth, denying the urge to smile slowly at the fact that her statements are presented as m questions, God, she's perfect, this little angel. The feral, leashed part ofwants to know what she'd look like with a little bit of the underworld's grsmeared all over her.

I want to ruin her, put her on her knees for me.

I want to own her in every way imaginable, destroy her for any other man.

They don't calla monster for nothing.

"Hello, Brooklyn," I say, my voice low and hungry as I move forward and settle into the chair across from her. "Where do we begin?"