Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 43

Chapter Brooklyn

43

Aden stands above me, waiting for me to put on whatever is in the mystery box. He looks distracted and impatient.

Confused, I lift the box into my lap and open the top, gasping a little as I see a pair of gorgeous boots. They're tall, nearly knee-high, and made of supple black leather with a delicate little buckle around the ankle.

"Where are we going?" I ask, my face lighting up. Honestly, I don't care where we go, as long as it's somewhere else. "Is Hudson coming, too?"

"You'll see," Aden says, turning and heading towards the garage. I'm not even sure what part of my question he is answering. "Meet me by the car when you're ready."

I quickly pull on my socks, not caring that it will ruin my pedicure, and then tug the boots on as quick as I can. When I finally get them on, they fit perfectly.

As usual, Aden has guessed my size down to the centimeter.

I admire the boots for a moment and then spring to my feet, heading to the car.

There is no Hudson. As Aden drives us in silence to wherever we're going, I think about how this is the first time we have been truly alone in weeks.

Since he threatened me in my bedroom, made those accusations about my desires.

I try to put that aside. He's taking me out, after all!

Now, I note the subtle smile playing on his lips, and wonder what he's up to.

fifteen out of the city now. Oh how I've missed the sight of nature, of

the middle of nowhere, turning towards a simple gravel drive

presses a button on the roof of the car and the metal gate slowly swings open. I look closely, but I can't see

slight rise, and then a barn comes into view. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak out of the roof

I'm completely charmed by the sight. But then I see the real draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just

"Horses!" I breathe.

turns the car into a parking spot next to the

you and

it. I scramble to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door at once. My

feed them? Do they

the barn, Aden holds out an arm

take. His expression, so often surly and serious, is somehow... gentler?

taking each other in. But then he blinks, walking calmly into the

almost like a cowboy, with jeans tucked into Western boots and a button-down plaid

a second to realize he's a

that life behind, but he still has one

you, gentle as can be. A real beauty,"

of us walk through the stable to the last stall on the right, which the stable

leans on the

you think?" he

of the stall to see

I breathe as I take another step forward and cover my mouth with my fingertips, just

of me, an Arabian by the arch of his neck and the height at which he holds

horse gently paws at the shavings of his stall, looking over

glossy mane, his wide and gentle eye.