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.

men look

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

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

"The kid took her. The young

in the garage in under a minute, grabbing a set of keys off the wall and heading for the last car in the row. It's the fastest,

into the drive of the

on rage right now, hardly thinking through my actions.

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 taken down other bosses or made alliances with them. Does he have any Alphas in his pocket other than

war if I'm not careful. But at the

wolf is on the prowl for her, his

no one can take

the car into park, stepping

workers react in much the same way as my home staff did-getting out of my way as fast as they can and making themselves scarce, so that when

town.

enough to peer at me

I arrive at

means only one

barn and

sees her almost

hair flowing over her shoulders, seated

because they

en

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

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

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

smiles seem to be continually directed to the center of

see who is standing there, giving

Lucas.

good

for his brawn and

he doing in the ring