Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Brooklyn

I open my eyes, gasping for air.

It aches as it fills me, and I flash back to the way it got knocked out of me in the first place.

Heathcliff bucking wildly, me falling hard into the dirt.

I start shaking from the shock of it all.

And then I remember the sudden violence that caused it.

I roll over on the ground, pushing myself up to a seated position, pressing my eyes closed as I work to steady my breath.

Someone is there next to me I feel a hand on my shoulder, a tremulous voice asking if I'm okay. When I open my eyes, I'm shocked to see it's Aden kneeling next to me, concern written in every line of his face.

Being this close to him, seeing him treat me so tenderly, it gives me feelings I can't even explain. My wolf yearns for him, is glad he's the one at my side right now comforting me.

"Brooklyn," he says. And for just a second, I'm caught in his eyes. The way he seems to connect into some deeper part of me.

Lena lifts her head in response, almost keening for him within me.

But then, I feel another emotion altogether.

"What the hell did you do?!" I shout at Aden, anger suddenly trumping the fear running through my veins. When I think about how his childish behavior could have gotten me and Heathcliff very hurt... I am filled with rage.

of this would have happened if you hadn't let your wolf take over and rushed in

around, looking behind me to see my horse at the other side

push myself to my feet. I need

says behind me, grabbing for my

pull out of his grasp, glaring at him over

can see Lucas starting to stand up as well, a hand on his jaw, looking anxiously between us. Still, I don't have time to deal

as I cross the ring to Heathcliff, trying not to spook him again. After all, none

calm I'm pretending to be. When I hold my hand out to him, he stretches his neck forward, pressing his nose

reins in my left hand, stroking his neck and telling him how pretty and wonderful he

hell does

sure. He is the most dangerous man in

have a smug thought. A thought that would make Aden

belongs to Colsen

standing where I left them, and I am tempted to

the way Aden is staring

is anxiously watching Aden. He could very easily lose his job over this, we both know it- just because

hell is Aden to decide who can

my father. He's just some jerk who thinks

fists. I hate him so much

walk Heathcliff forward towards the gate at the entrance to the arena, which is still

puts out a hand, apology on his face. I know that

Aden is sorry because he

that's so damn precious to him. "Brooklyn," Aden calls after me, shaking his head, but

a dirty look, too. Just as Aden doesn't have a

presses his hand to his face, which is expressionless

not blameless in