Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 48

Chapter 49 – Jasmine

Hardin

It was a struggle to not scream at Jasmine as I brought her back home, Lorenzo trailing after us.

When we arrived at the house, Lorenzo held her arm and she stopped, still shaken from almost being kidnapped, it made my anger towards her lessen a bit because it would have been insane if she had not been shaken after what had just happened.

“Do you want me to stay?” He asked and I scoffed, fighting the urge to slap his hand away from her arm and resisting the stronger urge that I had to hold him by the neck and ask him questions about what they were doing and why he had put her in harm’s way even though I was sure that he had nothing to do with the kidnappers, considering how he had fought them off until I got there.

I could not even begin to imagine what would have happened if I had gotten there a minute later than I have.

When I saw the look on Jasmine’s face as I slapped Lorenzo’s hand away, I decided that perhaps I needed to tone down my anger. She was still terrified and didn’t need me to create another scene right now.

“I’ll take it from here.” I said to Lorenzo, raising my eyebrows and daring him to try to counter my decision.

We engaged in a staring match for a while, his lips tightening into a thin line before he relaxed his features and looked back at her with a small smile.

“I’ll call you, okay?” He said to her and when she nodded and turned around, I looked at him.

“We will have to talk too.” And when he nodded, I knew that he understood how serious the matter was. How we needed to put aside our differences because this wasn’t about us.

No, this was by far bigger than the two of us.

Someone had tried to kidnap Jasmine.

And coming right after the fact that someone had shot an arrow at her few weeks ago and we had not even been able to find the culprit, I was even more agitated than before.

It was easy to fight your enemy when you knew who your enemy was.

But now we know nothing.

We were practically fighting blind.

Entering the house and walking up the stairs, I followed Jasmine into her room in silence and she didn’t even have the strength to turn around and ask why I was entering her room, like she usually did whenever I did.

I guessed she believed that I could see that she was not in any frame of mind for my games today.

And she was right. The last thing I wanted to do right now was taunt her. Or try to harass her.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, but what was even more strange was the urge that I had to make sure that she was safe. It was not even foreign to me, which I suppose made it worse that despite how much Jasmine made my blood boil, the only person that could bully her had to be me. No one else.

Kidnapping her? Trying to kill her?

Not on my watch.

Sitting on the bed, I watched as she took some clothes from her wardrobe and headed into the shower, locking the door to the bathroom after her.

Under normal circumstances, I would have probably had something to say about that, especially because we had seen enough of each other without clothes for her to still be shy around me. But I guessed that was who she was.

She wasn’t like the others who didn’t even need more than a glance before they were stripping in front of me. No, Jasmine didn’t give a fuck who I was.