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

this is

opting for

sigh, glancing over at my books,

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

with my hair

I wonder about where she is now. I hope she's okay, that

come to love is your biological family

was good to me perhaps because I

in this mafia life, skills I'm not

me hints about how to defy

time as a spy

me

at the idea, still not knowing-not really-where my allegiances

father, the true real powers

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

wicked little smile

If Aden won't keep me out of trouble by taking me to visit my horse, then I guess...trouble

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

both ways, realizing that I

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

I have

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

they went, but she had dismissed the question off-hand, telling

this now, mulling over

family heirlooms and photo albums were kept downstairs in that

look around for any evidence of prying eyes and then tiptoe

an ugly brown plywood door, its shabby material clearly at odds with the fine woodworking in the

was

hand, firmly grasping the round knob, and give it a twist-but it

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