Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Aden

"Brooklyn!" I yell the moment I walk into the house, storming down the hall.

The household staff freeze and then scatter when they sense that something is wrong. Secretly, I like this. They know their place.

Still, Brooklyn doesn't answer.

I call for her again, heading up the steps at a brisk pace.

When I arrive at her room, I push open her door. I don't care what I walk in on. She will come when I call her.

But when I enter the room, she's not there.

The bed is mussed and scattered with books, pens, and paper-as if she was just sitting here a moment ago. But where the hell is she?

Angry, I turn, ready to search the rest of the house. Unfortunately for her, a housekeeper is skittering past at just that moment.

"Where is she?" I demand, my voice harsh.

"Um," she says, looking up at me with fear in her eyes. "She left. A few hours ago."

I take a step forward, glaring down at the woman. "Where did she go?"

The housekeeper shakes her head frantically. "I don't know," she says, her voice going soft. "But she was wearing...those boots."

I step back, realizing that my anger is misplaced. I don't say another word, just head back down the stairs.

I bang through the door to the kitchen, striding over to the table of older gentlemen.

"We let her go?" I demand.

look

says, casual. "She loves that horse.

take herself, and

to his coffee. "The kid took

a set of keys off the wall and heading for the last car in the row. It's the fastest, and I don't have any time to

into the drive of the

right now, hardly thinking through my actions. I just need to lay eyes on her.

have to sort

information on what side the other crime families and packs are on. I have to figure out just how far Colsen has gone within the drug trade-whether he's taken

could come to war if I'm not careful. But at the heart of it all, the beating pulse that echoes

on the prowl for her, his ears cocked, his eyes

Physically, so that no one can take her from me. No one can hold

the car into park, stepping out and

home staff did-getting out of my way as fast as they can and making themselves scarce, so that when I stride through the stable it looks like a

town.

the horses are curious enough to peer at me over their

I arrive at Heathcliff's stall,

means only

pass through the barn and head for the training ring out

sees her almost immediately,

flowing over her shoulders,

chose specifically because they were a match, a

en

talk to lock

horse trotting neatly as she raises and lowers herself in the

as she does it-a natural horsewoman, yes, but also someone who is seeing the

a shock. Her smiles seem to be continually directed to the center of

I see who is standing there, giving her directions, I fill

Lucas.

good

him for his brawn and his

doing in the ring with