Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Brooklyn

The next day, I go down to the kitchen in my riding clothes and wait.

And wait.

I have my breakfast with Hudson, waving him off as he goes to class, and then have about four more tiny cups of espresso as I wait some more.

I'm practically buzzing when Aden finally deigns to come into the room, which is, as usual, busy with activity.

My body responds to his presence, practically reaching toward him, but he doesn't even look at me as he sweeps through the room, then heading to the back corner, where the older captains sit.

He joins them, and they consult for a while, making plans for whatever their next move is.

I grit my teeth, realizing that I'm going to have to wait a little longer.

Forty-five minutes later, Aden walks swiftly past me, headed for the door.

Pissed-I know he saw me sitting here, I know he's doing this on purpose-I stand up and call after him. "Aden!"

He stops in his tracks and then slowly turns to look at me, an eyebrow raised.

Otherwise, though, his body gives no indication of what he's thinking or feeling.

"Can I get a ride, please?" I ask. "To the stables?"

Aden's eyes flick over me.

"No time today," he says as he pushes through the door. "Maybe tomorrow. If I'm feeling generous."

glare at the door as it

is my real

head back upstairs and get changed, opting for a comfortable pair

onto my bed. I sigh, glancing over at my books, but not wanting to read

was always a bright spot in my day, making

playing with my

she is now. I hope she's okay, that she

so strange, realizing someone you'd come to love is your biological family in the moment when you say

to me perhaps because I am her

me so many skills that I've found useful already in this mafia life,

also giving me hints

time as a

she was preparing me to take her

idea, still not

know I'm loyal. But between Aden and my father, the true real powers at play here?

meets the eye. And

little smile crosses my face

of trouble by taking me to visit my horse,

bed, put on my slippers, and head out into the

both ways, realizing that I know very little

linen closet next to my room, and then on the other side there's Hudson's room. Beyond that is the room

that I have no idea

hangs from the rafters like some kind of evil bat. That would suit his personality, for sure. Thinking of the

she had dismissed the question off-hand, telling me there was nothing

now, mulling over

storage? Especially if all of the family heirlooms and photo albums were kept downstairs in that little room in the

feeling bold and bored I look around for any evidence of prying eyes and then tiptoe forward, heading up the

top. Instead, there's just an ugly brown plywood door, its shabby material clearly at

clearly, was installed

firmly grasping the round knob,

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