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.

did you do

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

you should be so sad about

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

and putting a finger under my chin to lift my face up. "You've been a good girl, Brooklyn. I have noticed. No more

cocks an eyebrow.

to tell him that I wasn't being good for

I might have taken it,

he says carefully, studying my face closely, "they get presents.

to mine. Suddenly, this stall feels more like

his mouth, watching it form his words. "I'd recommend," he says softly, "that you stay on my good side. Then you can have

runs down my spine, and a darker part of me one that hasn't raised its head for a while-wonders which one,

horse neighs softly, nudging at the pocket

boy, you've found me

holds them out to the horse, who eats

cubes and hands them to me.

takes a few steps back as I feed the horse, enjoying the feel of his coarse mouth hairs against

marveling at this beautiful creature.

will you name him?" Aden asks, still watching me from the

it, looking at the

Then, I decide. "Heathcliff."

gives me a

don't like

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

face. "Whatever

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

A beat passes.

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