Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 106 Chapter 106 Brooklyn Jolie gasps as I stumble into the house.

"Brooklyn!" she cries, her hands immediately on my arms, steadying me. "Are you alright? What's-" But as soon as I turn my tear-stained face up to hers, she wrapsin a hug and holdsclose. "Oh, baby," she coddles, "don't cry! It's okay! What's wrong?" I don't say anything for a while, just letting my sister holdtight while I cry my heart out.

She obliges, shushingsoftly and making comfortable noises until I'm finished.

When my tears start to lessen, she gently peelsoff her, crouching down to look in my face.

"Brooklyn," she whispers, shaking her head atin wonder. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" I sniff, wiping at my nose and looking around the house. "Is Dad home?" She shakes her head. "No, he went out with his buddies. He won't be back for a while." "Good," I say. "I don't want him to know." "Know what?" Jolie begs, her eyes going wider with wonder. I can tell she's as intrigued as she is worried. "Con," I say, taking her hand and nodding towards the couch. "I'll tell you everything-" "Nooo," she says, digging in her feet and not lettingpull her into the living room. "With tears like that, we're having this talk over vodka.

"Okay," I nod, heading into the living room while she goes to the freezer and pulls out a bottle, starting to mix our drinks.

Jolie takes her vodka simply, with a twist of lemon, but she adds a little orange juice to mine, knowing I need something sweet to cut the bite.

As she works, I sink into one corner of our old couch, taking a deep breath and looking down at the crumpled contract still clutched in my hand.

Jolie places our glasses on the coffee table next to us before taking her familiar spot on the other side of the couch, her back against the arm, our feet mingling in the space between us.

"Well?" she asks.

I don't say anything, just toss the crumpled paper at her so that it lands in her lap. "What's this?" she murmurs, unfolding it and frowning.

"My engagement to Hudson is over," I inform her, my voice dead and expressionless. She looks up atin sudden shock.

"I made a deal with Aden to... work for him. Turn Colsen against my dad and towards him. In exchange, you're getting this house. And a beach house." "We're getting a beach house!?" Her eyes go eagerly wide. But I just purse my lips and glare at her, reminding her that I'm distraught.

"Oh, yeah," she murmurs, rolling her eyes a little. "So sorry that your fake engagement to your gay ex ended. I was really rooting for you two-" "Jolie!" I whine, kicking her a little. "Can you take this seriously! I'm upset!" "Okay," she sighs, and I see real apology on her face. "I'm sorry. I know you weren't pumped about that engagement, so what's the downside? Is it really dangerous?" "That's not the bad part," I say, covering my eyes with my hand. "I was fine with all of that-I signed that contract eagerly." I hear my sister flick through the contract to the end. "Well," she mutters, "this one isn't signed....." "Because that's Aden's second offer," I say plainly, trying to keep my voice even as I peek through my fingers at her.

Jolie quirks her head to the side, looking at me. "That's the NDA he wantsto sign. When he paysan insane amount of money to bechis mistress." Jolie's mouth slowly drops open into an exaggerated O as she stares atfor a moment.

And then I almost leap out of my seat when she lets out a convulsive shriek of victory.

"Yes! I knew it!" she shouts, pumping her hands in the air, the contract flapping as she waves it around. "I knew he was into you. I knew he wasn't buying you horses for nothing-" en "Jolie!" I gasp. "He has not been intothis whole time-" "Oh con, Brooklyn," she says, cackling with laughter and givinga pitying took. "You don't get carried out of strip clubs on someone's shoulder just because they think you're a poor stray kitten who needs shelp." I cross my arms defensively across my stomach.

But...damn it.

"Seeee," she teases, leaning forward and pointing her finger at me. "You know it too!" She grabs her drink off the table and takes a swig, falling back laughing. "Oh, this is the best! I fricking love being right." Frustrated, I inhale deeply through my nose as I glare at her and grab my own drink off the table, taking a sip.

"Well?" I bite out. "Just because he's...into me..." I flick my hand, skipping over the details, "doesn't solve this problem for me. What the hell am I supposed to do?" Jolie's laughter fades and she considersfor a moment, taking another slow sip of her drink. "Well?" she asks, leaning forward a little. "What do you want to do?" "What do you mean?" I ask, hesitating and shrinking away from her a little, not liking the clever gleam in her eyes.

"I meannnn," she says, smirking and drawing out the word. "Do you want to fuck the hot Mafia King, or not?" My mouth falls open and I blush, making her dissolve into laughter again.

"You totally do!" she shouts, holding her drink up in triumph. "I knew it-l || fucking knew it, Brooklyn-" "Jolie!" cry, kicking her sharply this time, but she just kicksback. "Would you take this seriously?" She takes a deep breath, clearly working hard to contain her glee.

"Jolie," I mutter, looking down into my glass and feeling as overwhelmed and upset and ashamed as I felt in Aden's office. "I can't-I can't be his whore-I would never-" "Whoa, whoa," Jolie says, leaning forward and putting a hand on top of mine. "Who said whore, Brooklyn? Did he call you a whore?" I shake my head no, still looking down into my drink. "No, he said mistress-or girlfriend with financial incentives but isn't it the s" "Baby," Jolie murmurs kindly, interruptingand coming close to slide an arm around my shoulders.

I stop talking and look at her, desperately wanting her advice. She taps her near-empty glass against my full one.

"Con, put that down the hatch," she says, nodding towards my drink. "Then I'll pour you another and talk you through this."

I nod and she watches fondly as I drain my glass, smirking at the little shudder that passes through me.

NO "Good girl," she murmurs, givinga squeeze. "Con-you cto the right place. Big sis will fix everything."