Chapter 5 - I Lock the Back Door and Guard My Son
I scooped Noah up into my arms, turning swiftly on my heel toward the stairs leading to our private wing.
“Where do you think you are going with my grandson?” Linda shrieked, taking a sharp step forward to block me.
“Get out of my way, Linda,” I warned, my voice dropping into a dangerous, unfamiliar register.
“Ryan, are you just going to stand there and let her disrespect me in my own son’s house?” Linda wailed loudly.
“Elena, put Noah down right now and hand him to his grandmother,” Ryan commanded, grabbing my wrist.
The grip wasn’t gentle; it was firm, commanding, and designed to remind me of who held the power here.
I wrenched my arm out of his grasp, stepping back against the refrigerator with Noah clutching my neck.
“Touch me again, Ryan, and see what happens,” I whispered, staring straight into his cold, unfeeling eyes.
He hesitated, blinking in shock at the defiance radiating from a woman he thought he had completely broken.
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Without another word, I bolted up the staircase, locking the heavy wooden nursery door behind us with a click.
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