Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Brooklyn

"Brooklyn," Aden's voice surprises me as he lets himself into Heathcliff's stall.

I'm too angry to speak and instead glare at him before continuing with my chores, hanging up my saddle and then collecting my brushes to groom Heathcliff after his ride.

"Brooklyn," Aden is angrier this time, clearly insistent on my attention. Aden isn't used to being ignored, and I know if I turn around, I'll see his wolf flashing in his eyes.

But he can damn well wait until I'm finished with my horse.

When I don't reply, I can hear the angry rumble of a growl in his chest. I can all but feel him clenching his fists by his side. But he leaves the stall, leaving me alone to finish my work.

In silence, I brush Heathcliff, clean his feet, and check his water and hay to make sure that he's all set for the night.

I'm grateful to see, as I give Heathcliff his final parting kiss on his nose, that my horse has come out of everything unscathed.

He, unlike me, is calm again, relaxing in his stall.

But when I lock the stall door behind me and see Aden just outside of it waiting for me, his arms crossed, I could burst into flames I'm so damn mad.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I hiss at him, striding right up to him so that we're only inches apart, glaring up into his face.

I can see what my accusations do to him. His temper was clearly hanging by a thread when he arrived here today but now?

He totally loses it.

finally goes over the

on me, his chest bumping into mine and forcing me back a few

drawn to him, unable to break my

close to me, heat floods through my body. Both my

was touching you-" Aden

touches me!?" I yell, working to hold my ground as he advances. "Who cares? It was just a little flirting. What, every time someone flirts with me you're going to punch them in the face?!" I narrow my eyes, feeling reckless. "Well then get

son, Brooklyn Remington!" Aden grinds the words out from between his teeth. "If you so much as look at another

say, laughing again, which

now in a snarl, his brows drawn

this is about Hudson? That you

cross my arms, shaking

I say, pushing it, "that this wasn't about how you want to be

stop himself, fisting the front of my shirt in his hand

mine,

violent, possessive, dangerous. "You and I both

you

each other, so close that I can feel his rageful heart pounding in his

no match

Aden?" I say,

words

louder than a whisper.

the one who gets

own body."

I push him