Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 120


    "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 ns 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 tbeds mow tracks into the paddock.


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


    “A new what?”


    “Thend was purchased a few months back. We are thepany 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 ns


    off the hood of his truck.


    “That fence line does not belong to you. That shed is part of thisnd right up until the back


    clothesline,” he says, pointing out the boundary. I snatch the ns from him, ncing 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.


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    “Not past that fence line, you don’t. Get that digger yard!”


    I start arguing with the man over where the boundary line is, and even my motheres rushing out to


    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 loud boom echo’s around us. The foreman shrieks


    and ducks while I jump, the sound scaring the living daylights out of


    Spinning around, Sondra shoots at the tires of the diggers before turning the gun toward us. Mom and I


    rush out of her way when she shoots out the windows of the truck.


    The man clutches his hair and growls, rushing over to his car when Marcoes running out with just


    a ck 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 side of the car the man is forced


    to jump back. He turns on us, and Marco races over, snatching the gun from her hands.


    “You fucking crazy bitch!” the foreman screeches at Sondra, only to cop the butt of the gun in his face.


    His head whips backward, and he clutches his nose, only for Marco to hit him again.


    “Mind your fucking tongue, mutt!” Marco snarls at him, baring his fangs. His eyes flick to me, and I raise


    an eyebrow at his use of the word mutt.


    “Not you, this buffoon!” he says, trying to shield the man from Sondra. He grabs her around the waist


    but not before she takes off her slipper and belts him in the head 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.


    “Enough, Sondra. I will find out what is going on!” Marco says, looking back at the destruction they


    have caused.


    “Who approved this job?” Marco demands, and I nce at the foreman watching as he cracks his


    broken nose back into ce.


    “Nightfall city council.” Marco tilts his head to the side.


    “Who? Give me the paperwork!” Marco demands that the other man rushes toward the car and


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


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


    have already been paid-”


    “I am the fucking council, and I have just removed thend title! Pack it 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


    the women with pitchforks and shovels, anything they could brandish as a weapon.


    The men look up at the hill, and the foreman gulps when I notice Eli cursing and dialing on his phone


    frantically.


    My brows pinch together, and I turn back to the foreman. “Whose job is this?”


    “Alpha Axton’s.” the man says, and I press my lips in a line.


    ‘Yeah, you fucked up big time, girl. Now you’ll have to answer to nim!” The man retorts smugly, and


    Marcoughs, and I scoff.


    ‘No, now he’ll have to answer to me!” I snarl back at him, and the Forernanughs.


    ‘You? You are damn nuts if you think he will even entertain this


    littlend dispute! Who do you think you are?” the manughs, and I growl.


    “His fucking mate!” I snarl at him, feeling Lexae forward just as furious that he would do this. Was


    this his way of ensuring I would have no choice but to return to the city? Turning on my heel and


    stomping back toward the house when. I see Eli rush toward


    “I’m trying to get a hold of him; he’s been in meetings all morning and keeps blocking me out.”


    “You and your men get the fuck off my territory now!” I yell at him, and he stops, putting out his hands in


    some cating gesture that serves to anger me more when his phone suddenly starts ringing.


    “Finally!” Eli says, looking at the screen.


    “Is that Axton?” I ask him, and he nods. I snatch the phone from his grip and answer it.