Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

"What the fuck!” I yell, stomping over to the fence line, only to see the digger smash straight through it to start pulling down the other side. I jump back, and the women are also forced to move away as he starts demolishing it when I spot the foreman standing on the other side of the now broken fence line, looking over plans on the hood of his truck with another man.

Stepping over the broken wire fence, I march over to him, furious. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? This is private property!” I yell at the two men only to notice more machinery filling the paddocks surrounding the property. The foreman turns around, clutching his hard hat before it falls off; he had spun around that quickly.

“What is all this?” I motion toward the construction site being. cleared as the trucks moving in with demountable buildings on the back of the flatbeds mow tracks into the paddock.

“New subdivision, ma’am.” the man says, and I growl, turning to glare at him.

“A new what?”

“The land was purchased a few months back. We are the company assigned!” he says, and I look back at the house and our ruined garage.

“Then what the fuck are you doing pulling down my sheds!” I snarl at him, and he snatches the plans off the hood of his truck.

“That fence line does not belong to you. That shed is part of this land right up until the back clothesline,” he says, pointing out the boundary. I snatch the plans from him, glancing at them but not really understanding what I’m looking at.

“See, now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do!” he snaps at me, and I scoff.

you don’t. Get

help, yet the man is adamant that he has permission to rip it down and that multiple letters were sent out warning about the construction going on when a

the gun toward us. Mom and I rush out of her way when she shoots out the windows of the

stomps toward the foreman and shoots at

of the gun in his face. His head whips backward, and he clutches his nose, only for Marco to hit him

flick to

times while she screams at him about ruining her garage. The man shields his head from her blows, his nose bleeding, and the

is going on!” Marco says,

job?” Marco demands, and I glance at the foreman

his head to the

man rushes toward the car and retrieves it before running back to us. Marco snatches it from his hand

the go-ahead!” Marco tells him. “No, we have

incline heading back to the house. I look back at the house to see the women with pitchforks and shovels, anything they could brandish as a weapon.

the hill, and the foreman gulps when I notice Eli

and I turn back to the foreman. “Whose job is