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.

"Why did you do

Brooklyn. You might not believe it, but I don't take pleasure singularly in making people unhappy.

no reason you should be so

the stall. I wasn't aware that his

again and putting a finger under my chin to lift my face up. "You've been a good girl, Brooklyn. I have noticed.

cocks an eyebrow. "Or at least, not

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

taken it, for the

says carefully, studying my face closely, "they

to mine.

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

that hasn't raised

nudging at the pocket of Aden's

found me out," he says, reaching into the pocket

to the horse, who eats them eagerly

sugar cubes and hands them

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

marveling at this beautiful creature.

him?" Aden asks, still watching me

I say, considering it, looking at

Then, I decide. "Heathcliff."

me

You don't like

an ugly name," he says, but there's no real bite in his words, "for such a

say, turning to Heathcliff and smiling lovingly into his face. "Whatever souls are made of, his and mine

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

A beat passes.