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

is

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

bed. I sigh, glancing over at my books,

like this when I really miss Jayde. She was always a bright spot in

up and playing with my hair like her own

wonder about where she is now. I hope she's

realizing someone you'd come to love is your biological family

good to me perhaps because I am

found useful already in this

too, if she was also giving me hints about how to defy Aden. Considering that

whole time as a spy

she was preparing me to take her

idea, still not knowing-not really-where

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

was the one who showed me, first, that there's more to this house than meets the eye. And that

little smile crosses

keep me out of trouble by taking me to

on my

ways, realizing that I know very

the other side there's Hudson's room. Beyond that is the room that Jayde used, and then some other

realizing that I have no idea where

personality, for sure. Thinking of the rafters, though, my eyes travel up the next set

dismissed the question off-hand, telling me there was nothing up there but a whole bunch of junk in

this now, mulling over

of the family heirlooms and photo albums were kept downstairs in that little room in the basement... What the hell did they

of prying eyes and

there's just an ugly brown plywood door, its shabby material clearly at odds

was

a hand, firmly grasping the round knob, and give it

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