Novel1Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Brooklyn "That's impossible!" I gasp, staring up at him. "You can't forceto marry someone against my will!" He laughs at me, holdingcloser to him, still looking dow into my face. "Anything I want you to do is possible, sweetie? I press my hands against his chest, trying to push away. "Nobody has arranged marriages anymore. This isn't the eighteenth century!" He laughs again and letsgo. I skitter away from him, stumbling a bit.
"You're in my world now, Brooklyn," he says, calmly puffing his hands in his pockets. "The world you were born fo. Do you think laws really matter in the underworld, the world outside of the stupid bureaucracy you've deluded yourself into thinking keeps you safe?" My jaw drops open at this arrogance. "I have rights!" "You have nothing," he barks, taking a step forward towards me. "The only thing that matters is power. Which is money.
Which is might. You have none of this. The only thing that gives you anything in this world, Brooklyn, any protection, is your bloodline.' His gaze flicks to the piece of paper that lays crumpled on the floor. "Which you are so eager to dismiss." "But..." I fall a few steps back, trying to comprehend this.
"There are...laws..." Even to my own ears, my voice is pathetic.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAden throws his head back and laughs.
"O1 ou sweet, innocent thing," he purrs, slowing striding closer to me.
I back up until my back is against the wall. Two more steps, and he's looming over me, his wolf flashing bright green in his eyes.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, try to process all of these conflicting feelings rushing through my veins right now.
Heat, fear, desire, panic...until everything distills down to just heat and desire.
Aden slides his hand around my throat, running his thumb A shudder runs along my spine, and I shiver.
"I can do whatever I want with you," he growls out, "and there's nothing that any law or any police officer can do to stop me. I walked in that prison knowing I could walk right out the next day.
"Me, and men like me, Brooklyn? Like your father? We control all of it. So, if I were you-" he presses his body closer to mine, his grip on my throat tightening ever so slightly, "-I'd be a little more grateful that I got you out of the club and restored you to the life of privilege to which you were born." I look up at him, truly terrified now, realizing that my life as I knew it is...completely gone. With one blood test, he's wiped it away.
I'm trapped now, in this world-as the daughter of a don, engaged-oh my god, engaged-to the son of another. There's no way I'm getting out.
As tears start to drip from my eyes, Aden shocksby dropping his hand from my throat and pulling a handkerchief from his breast pocket. He offers it to me. Slowly, hesitant, I take it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"There's much you don't know, little one," he says. "But you'll have to learn fast. I've notified your father. He's away on business, but he'll be back in two days, and he'll want to meet you." I gasp, horrified-Remington has almost as bad a reputation. as Aden Kenwood. God, what a contrast to my gentle dad, sitting at home. My mind suddenly shifts to Dad, who must be worried about me. How long have I been gone? Irt to cry harder, putting my face in my hands.
"Please," I say, my voice hiccupping with tears, with shock, with fear, "please letgo home. I'm begging you. I just want to pretend it never happened. I'll never tell anyone-" "No," he says, stern. "There's no going home, ever again." I stare up at him, the tears still slipping down my cheeks, and feel my emotions change from desperation and agony to anger.
"You're a monster!" I cry out between my tears. "You're ruining three lives tonight, just so you can get your way." Aden leans forward and takes my
chin in his hand. He smiles, bringing his face close to mine, and says, "Be careful, little one. Your fight only makes my wolf more interested in you in breaking you until you're submissive and on your knees." He shocks me, then, by wiping away a tear from my cheek with his thumb.
Then, slowly, he raises his thumb to his mouth and slips it inside, savoring the taste of my tears. "I told you before, I like my kittens with claws."
Outraged, I try to push past him for the door, but he laughs, faster than CLOTHES me, and puts out a hand that catchesin the chest Another light shove as he did before-and I'm knocked Jack onto the lounge. "I'm not completely the monster you think I am, Brooklyn," he says, walking casually for the door. "After all, I'm going to let you say goodbye." He opens the door wide and waves
a hand through it. "A car is waiting to take you to your father's house,m where you will pack a bag. You will say your goodbyes and then return here where I will keep you safe until your true father comes to claim. you."
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