Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Brooklyn

Aden may be the Mafia King with Alpha blood, but when he sees tears streaming down my face, he is at a loss.

After clearing his throat uncomfortably, he nods to the stable hand, who quickly disappears.

Then, keeping his face calm, he joins me in the stall.

He, too, raises a hand for the horse to inspect before stroking the animal's nose.

"Who knew," he says, looking at the horse. "Here I was trying to cheer you up, and all I've done is make you cry." His mouth quirks as he looks at me. "Guess I'll have to send him back to where he came from." "Don't you dare," I growl at him, giving him a little shove away from my horse.

My horse.

I bite my lip. "Really? He's mine?"

Aden shrugs. "This is my stable, and it's full of horses. What's the harm in you having just one?"

"And I can come and see him?" I ask, desperate for it, hungry with anticipation.

"Under guard." He looks at me seriously. "You can come every day, if you want."

A smile spreads over my face and, without thinking, I move to throw my arms around his neck.

Aiden stiffens, stepping back, and I regain my sanity, stepping back to my rightful place.

I ask. "Why did you do this for

could tell you were miserable, Brooklyn. You might not believe it, but I don't take pleasure singularly in making people unhappy. I want you to be safe, for

you should be so sad about this

floor of the stall. I

standing up straight again and putting a finger under my chin to lift my face up. "You've been

eyebrow. "Or at least, not

tell him that I wasn't being good for his sake. There hadn't

taken it, for the sake of

he says carefully, studying my face

his face, bringing it closer to mine. Suddenly, this

recommend," he says softly, "that you stay on my good side. Then

and a darker part of me one that hasn't raised its head for a while-wonders which

horse neighs softly, nudging at

right, boy, you've found me

horse, who eats them eagerly

produces two more sugar cubes and hands them to me. "To get your

horse, enjoying the feel of his coarse mouth

he's finished eating, I go back to petting him, marveling at this beautiful creature. I can't believe that

him?" Aden asks, still

considering it, looking at

Then, I decide. "Heathcliff."

gives me

don't like

in his words, "for such

into his face. "Whatever souls are made of, his and mine

from his rich brown eyes. As if he understands me, Heathcliff presses his nose to

A beat passes.