Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

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."

door as it swings

is

and get changed, opting for a comfortable pair of

over at my books, but not wanting to

I really miss Jayde. She was always a bright spot

my hair like

where she is now. I hope she's

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

was good to me perhaps because I am her

skills that I've found useful already in this

she was also giving me hints about how to defy Aden. Considering

here the whole time

she was preparing me to take

idea, still not knowing-not really-where

know I'm loyal. But between Aden and my father, the true

the one who showed me, first, that there's more to this house than meets the eye. And that if I'm sneaky, I can find some really interesting and

wicked little smile crosses

out of trouble by taking

on my slippers, and head

I know very little

on the other side there's Hudson's room. Beyond that

that I have

personality, for sure. Thinking of the rafters, though, my eyes travel up the next set of stairs, which wind slowly upwards beyond

Jayde once where they went, but she had dismissed the question off-hand, telling me there was nothing up there but a

this now, mulling

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

and feeling bold and bored I look around for any evidence of prying

an ugly brown plywood door, its shabby material clearly at odds with

clearly, was installed

grasping the round knob, and give it a twist-but it doesn't