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."

at the door as it

this is my

back upstairs and get changed, opting for

sigh, glancing over at my books, but

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

playing with my hair like her own little human-sized

she is now.

is your biological family in

perhaps because I am her

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

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

whole time as a spy

me to take her

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

between Aden and my father, the true real powers at play here?

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

wicked little smile crosses

of trouble by taking me

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

realizing that I know very little

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

I have

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

they went, but she had dismissed the question off-hand, telling me there was nothing up there but a whole bunch of junk

consider this now, mulling

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

I look around for any evidence of prying eyes and

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

clearly, was installed

the round knob, and give it a twist-but it

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