Page 71 of Rejected By My Stepbrother Alpha
“Adrian.”
Chapter 27
Ripped and Torn
Ivy
This time, I was the first to act. I threw open the door separating me from my son, and sprinted into his room. A blonde-haired man was attempting to take Adrian from his bed. My son was screaming and struggling away from the man, scrambling until his back hit the wall with a loud thump.
My whole body shook with rage, and a snarl burst from my lips. Asher’s rumbling growl from behind me seemed to shake the room.
As if we planned it, Asher and I acted at the same time. I ran toward my son, sweeping his warm little body into my arms, pressing him close to me. Asher practically flew at the kidnapper, tackling him to the floor, punching him in the face, the asshole’s head whipping to the side, blood sprinkling onto the white hotel carpet.
In my embrace, Adrian watched with wide, horrified eyes and began to cry.
“Keep him there,” I told Asher gruffly, tucking my son’s head into my chest, running out of the room, and slamming the door behind me.
My heart beat against my ribs as I ran across the hall.
“It’s all right, baby,” I whispered to my son in what I hoped was a soothing voice. “You’re safe now. He can’t hurt you.”
Adrian’s body trembled with fear, and his tears began to soak through my shirt.
I’m going to kill that asshole.
I pounded on my dad’s door. When he answered it, I ran into his room and quickly explained what happened at the playground and just now in Adrian’s bedroom. My dad ran to get Damian. The three of us made a quick plan that my dad would stay with Adrian, lock all his doors, and wouldn’t take his eyes off my son. Damian would guard my dad’s hotel room door.
“You’re safe now, sweetheart,” I said as I tucked Adrian into my dad’s large bed. “That man won’t be able to hurt you. Asher and I are going to handle things. Grandpa and Uncle Damian are going to protect you. Then, I’ll come back soon and I won’t leave your side. I promise.”
My son’s green eyes were bright with fear. Tears were still streaming down his round cheeks.
“Asher will stay with me tonight, right? He won’t leave me. Right, Mom?” Adrian asked.
I kissed his damp forehead and squeezed his hand. “Of course he will. I love you, honey. Try to get some rest.”
My dad had pulled a chair over to the side of the bed. “I won’t leave his side,” he promised me.
Guilt stabbed at my heart. I should never have left my son’s room to break down quietly before. That gave the kidnapper the chance to strike again. I should never have left his side.
But I could make it up to him by finding out why that bastard wanted to take my son away from me.
Adrenaline pumped through my bloodstream as I strode across the hall, nodding at Damian, who was standing guard at my dad’s door. Asher let me into the room. His hazel eyes were full of rage, and his hands were shaking.
A vindictive smile crossed my face when I saw that Asher had tied the man’s wrists and ankles to a chair using the cord from a lamp.
“This is the same bastard who tried to take Adrianat the playground,” Asher told me. “I recognize the same cruel look in his eyes.”
The man’s shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair was matted and disheveled. He was wearing a sweat-stained gray shirt and black jeans that were ripped and torn. His lip was bleeding, and a dark bruise was already forming on his right eye. My son’s attempted kidnapper was almost as muscular as Asher, and his brown eyes were staring up at me with hatred.
But he didn’t intimidate me.
I crossed my arms as I stood above him. “Why are you trying to take my son?” I demanded in a low, dangerous voice. “Are you some sick freak? Or did someone send you?”
The man lifted his chin and stared me down. “I’ll tell you…for the right price.”
“You—“ Asher yelled, advancing toward the man, but I leaped forward and got in the man’s face.
“I’m not giving you a fucking dime,” I growled menacingly. “I will torture the information out of you. If you don’t start talking, you’ll be leaving this room in a body bag.”
