Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Marco looks over to the interrogation room, shakes his head, and then walks over in its direction of it.

“What part of having the log books ready didn’t you bloody understand?” Marco shouts as soon as he steps inside the room.

Officer Flint attempts to stammer for an answer, but since none comes, he rushes out of the room. “Trent! The logbook!” Officer Flint snaps in the distance. I peer out the door to watch the man on the phone at his desk lift his head.

The man furrows his brows and blows out a heavy breath. “On your desk!” He retorts, sounding just as annoyed as the Officer looks.

“I just came out of there!” Officer Flint snaps.

“It’s on your desk!” The man shakes his head, returning to his phone call.

“Why are you even in here?” Marco says, shoving past Officer Flint and walking toward his office door.

I follow on his heels as Marco stops in front of a door and tries to open it. However, it’s locked, so Officer Flint rushes over with his keys jingling in his hands. He fumbles with the stack of keys, and Marco snarls, grabbing the handle and ripping it off.

The door opens, and Marco hands the broken door handle to Officer Flint, who looks at it in disbelief. His mouth is open, gaping like a fish. A little more, and we’ll see that jaw hit the darn floor.

desk covered in crap, cups, food wrappers, and documents. Marco snarls and starts rummaging through it before finding the black. folder.

then he glares at the Officer beside him. “How do

my side, clearly set on cleaning up the mess Marco so openly disapproves of. However, he doesn’t get to reach the desk when Marco growls at him and uses his hand to

and then sits behind the desk. His eyes focus on the folder as he slowly opens it.

the pages, flicking through them before he opens up the laptop. “Log in!” Marco snaps at him

is told to and logs into his laptop. As soon as he does, Marco slaps his hands away. He turns the laptop, so I can see as

you looking for?” I ask him, leaning forward a little

the folder over to me, and I glance at the page to see Osiris’ name scrawled on the line next to

Osiris’ handwriting,” Khan says, voicing my suspicions.

and I frown. It’s vastly different. Perhaps someone who hasn’t seen his signature wouldn’t notice the difference, but I

His eyes set on me, so I point to the

you sure?” He asks.

meeting. I double-tap on the screen to enlarge it and show it to

myself and watched him

Officer and tilts his head as he asks, “What time was