CHAPTER 22

Gently placing a half-conscious Irish in the back seat of a car, Adrian instructed Michael, one of his men.

"Take her to the hospital and I'll make sure to be right on your trail." The soldier and Cynthia had been knocked unconscious as well.

Fear appeared in Michael's eyes as he worried a little for Adrian's safety.

"Yes sir. But Alpha, you..." He trailed off, a little scared because Adrian didn't call for any back up, even after single-handedly tearing apart the rogues that had come to attack.

"Leave now!" Angry, Adrian barked out his orders as he turned to stare at the two cars, gearing their engines and preparing them to attack him.

The sound of the engines revving hard could be heard as the anonymous bad guys approached, their cars, doubling in sight.

Adrian frowned hard as he entered his hummer, his eyebrows knitting tightly in determination, as he thought to do to them, exactly what they had done to Irish.

Burning rage, fuelled by the thoughts of the state their baby might be,