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.

three men look up, their faces

to the barn," one says, casual. "She loves that horse. You know

took her?" Because she certainly didn't take herself, and

his coffee. "The kid took her. The young one. Lucas. They headed out a few

set of keys off the wall and heading for the last car

later, I pull into the drive

my actions. I just

have

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

take stock of my own position, my own forces. This could come to war if I'm not careful. But at the heart of it all, the beating pulse that echoes through every problem,

on the prowl for her,

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

throw the car into park, stepping

way as fast as they can and making themselves scarce, so that when I stride through the stable it looks like a

town.

are curious enough to peer at

at

means only

barn and head

her almost immediately,

over her shoulders,

I chose specifically because they were a match, a

en

as I stride forward, eager to interrupt, needing to talk

ring, her horse trotting neatly as she raises and lowers herself in the saddle

smile and the joy on her face as she does it-a natural horsewoman, yes, but also someone who is seeing the results

get nearer, though, I receive a shock. Her smiles seem to be continually directed to the

and when I see who is standing there, giving her directions, I fill with

Lucas.

good

for his brawn and his

is he doing