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

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

you should be so sad about this

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

to lift my face up. "You've been a good girl, Brooklyn. I have noticed. No more illicit trips to the basement, no

cocks an eyebrow.

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

I might have taken it,

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

mine. Suddenly, this stall feels more like a mouse

his words. "I'd recommend," he says softly, "that you

down my spine, and a darker part of me one that hasn't raised its head for a

horse neighs softly, nudging at the pocket

me out,"

the horse, who eats

and hands them to me. "To get

back as I feed the horse, enjoying the

eating, I go back to petting him, marveling at this beautiful creature.

asks, still watching me

it,

Then, I decide. "Heathcliff."

me

don't like

but there's no real bite in his words, "for such a beautiful horse. Why

smiling lovingly into his face. "Whatever

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

A beat passes.