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

back against 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

carefully. "There's no reason you should be so sad about this

at the floor of the stall. I wasn't

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

an eyebrow. "Or at least, not

I wasn't being good for

I might have taken it, for the

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

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

words. "I'd recommend," he says

part of me one that hasn't raised its head for a

at the

away from me. "All right, boy, you've found me out," he says, reaching into

the horse, who eats them eagerly

more sugar cubes and hands them

as I feed the horse, enjoying the feel of his coarse mouth hairs

go back to petting him, marveling at this

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

it,

Then, I decide. "Heathcliff."

gives me

don't like

no real bite in his

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

from his rich brown eyes. As

A beat passes.

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