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

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 loud boom

Mom and I rush out of her way when she shoots out the windows of the

just a black towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes widen when Sondra reloads her gun while she stomps toward the foreman and shoots at the truck again. She hits the

his face. His head whips backward,

tongue, mutt!” Marco snarls at him, baring his fangs. His eyes flick to me, and I raise an eyebrow at his use of

a few times while she screams at him about ruining her garage. The man shields his head from her blows, his nose bleeding, and the digger driver has stopped to witness his boss receive a beat down.

going on!” Marco says, looking back at the destruction

job?” Marco demands, and I glance at the foreman watching as he cracks his broken nose back

city council.” Marco tilts his head to

toward the car and retrieves it before running back to us. Marco snatches it from his hand and looks it over,

up. This site no longer has the go-ahead!” Marco tells him. “No, we have council permission

up, or you deal with them!” Marco snarls, pointing to the slight incline heading back to the house. I look back at the house to see

foreman gulps when I notice Eli cursing and dialing on his phone frantically.

and I turn back to the foreman.