Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93
Brooklyn

The next morning, a car takes me to the stables, as requested.

It’s not Lucas driving this time, and I’m quiet the whole journey.

I felt miserable all night, but a smile tugs at my lips as the driver pulls up to the barn.

As I get out of the car, my mind elsewhere, I do a double-take when I sees a flash of long purple hair.

Wait.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, standing shocked and still as Jolie peeks her head out of the barn.

And then we both scream, flying across the ground towards each other, colliding and wrapping our arms around each other, holding tight.

We pull back, staring, each of us hardly able to believe that the other is real.

“What are you doing here,” I ask, unable to stop the tears streaming down my cheek.

“I can’t believe you have a horse!” Jolie squeals at the same moment, laughing.

I step farther back, holding my sister at arm’s length.

“Seriously,” I say, shaking my head and marveling at Jolie. “How did you get here?”

“Kenwood,” Jolie says. “He came by the club last night and asked me if I wanted to see you. We struck a deal.”

My eyes grow wide, disbelieving. Of all of the people in the world who I thought would help me reconnect with my sister…

The last on the list would have been Aden.

What had changed?

I can’t stop smiling at my sister as we slowly walk around the fenced paddock of the stables, Heathcliff happily walking alongside us.

Jolie, unfortunately, is less happy about the company than Heathcliff is.

“Are you sure he’s not going to, like, rear or something?” she asks, looking at my horse from the side of her eye. “Or kick me?”

I laugh. “Seriously, Jolie, calm down—he’s a big softie! And he needs his exercise.”

Jolie narrows her eyes as Heathcliff looks at her curiously, then snorts.

When he reaches his nose curiously out towards her, she flinches, and I crack up.

“So, he just…bought you a horse?” Jolie asks. “No questions asked?”

I shrug.

“Money is…different, in these circles. They have so much of it that giving people expensive things is more about the gesture than what the thing itself is worth.”

Jolie raises her eyebrows at me, smirking. “Look at you, little rich girl.”

I wrinkle my nose at her. “Don’t be jealous.”

She laughs at that.

“I’m not jealous, Brooklyn—I’m making stacks on stacks at the club every night.” She flicks her hair back haughtily. “Maybe I’ll get a horse of my own.”

But she flinches again when Heathcliff gives a little whinny, and I seriously doubt it.

Jolie and I spend the next few hours together, walking Heathcliff around the property.

We let him run and prance in the arena before taking him back to his stall for a good grooming.

I’m pleased when I’m able to convince Jolie to take part in brushing Heathcliff at least, giving her a curry comb and showing her how to use it.

While we work, we talk.