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

the low wall. "Because I 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 Hudson's

you should be so

the floor of the stall. I wasn't

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

an eyebrow. "Or at

good for his sake. There hadn't been a lot of opportunity for rebellion in the last few

it, for the

my care are good," he says carefully, studying my face closely, "they get presents. When they

it closer to mine. Suddenly, this stall feels more like a

says softly, "that you stay

me one that hasn't

horse neighs softly, nudging at the pocket of

right, boy, you've found me out," he says, reaching into the pocket and producing two

the horse, who eats them eagerly

hands

takes a few steps back as I feed the horse, enjoying the feel of

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

you name him?" Aden asks,

it, looking at

Then, I decide. "Heathcliff."

me

You don't like

real bite in his words, "for such a beautiful horse. Why

his face. "Whatever souls are made

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

A beat passes.