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

might not believe it, but I don't take pleasure singularly in

me carefully. "There's no reason you should be so

the floor of the stall. I wasn't aware that his perception ran

finger under my chin to lift my face up. "You've been a

cocks an eyebrow. "Or at

to tell him that I wasn't being good for his sake. There hadn't been a lot

taken it, for the

those in my care are good," he says carefully, studying my face closely, "they

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

form his words. "I'd recommend," he says softly, "that you stay on my good side.

spine, and a darker part of me one that hasn't raised its head for a while-wonders which one, really, I want

softly, nudging at the

turns his attention away from me. "All right, boy, you've found me out," he says,

to the horse, who eats them

hands them to me. "To

feed the horse, enjoying the

he's finished eating, I go back to petting him, marveling at this beautiful creature. I

asks, still watching

I say, considering it, looking at the

Then, I decide. "Heathcliff."

gives me a

don't like

says, but there's no real bite in his words,

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

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

A beat passes.