Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 566 – The Bully Brothers (Beatrice)
I cowered behind the couch as they pounded on the door, making me wonder why they couldn’t let this one mistake slide. They must have too much time on their hands to gather in a group and bully an eighteen-year-old.
“That’s enough. We don’t want to wake the others because of this imbecile. We’ll deal with her later,” one of them said with authority. I heard their footsteps fading away, and only then did I sprint upstairs to peer out the window.
As I did, I witnessed four tall men crossing the road. Clad in suits, they were so tall that I doubted I had ever seen anyone so towering before. While I observed them, not expecting them to turn around, one of them did, causing my heart to skip a beat.
His grey piercing gaze pierced my c*hest and penetrated deep into my heart. His jawline and flawless high cheekbones made me swallow my fear and continue staring at him when I should have ducked.
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He kept moving forward and lightly tapped the other guy’s back, prompting the blue-eyed hunk to turn around and follow the grey-eyed guy’s gaze. I gulped upon realizing that the two resembled characters straight out of a comic book with handsome male leads. I gulped one last time before ducking, feeling like an idiot.
“They are so hot,” I mumbled as I sat on the bed. Silence enveloped me as I frowned at myself.
“Who was I talking to?” I slapped the back of my head, feeling foolish for expecting a response from some inner voice.
I struggled to sleep through the rest of the night as they continued to blast music. Their disregard was so blatant that soon I realized good looks meant nothing when they behaved like such jerks.
“Good morning,” Mom exclaimed as I joined her for breakfast. “How come my daughter is up so early today?”
“I couldn’t sleep a wink last night,” I sighed, shaking my head as I recalled the incident from the previous night.
“Is it because of the noise from across the mansion?” she muttered, already looking displeased.
“I heard about it from the neighbors, but no one has the guts to confront them. And why on earth did they think they could come here and knock on the door of a teen living alone?” Mom was already angry, having been informed about the incidents from last night.
“Exactly, I was so scared,” I tried to reach for a bagel, but my mother raised her eyebrow, and I quickly withdrew my hand. I guess she wanted to talk about something.
“About that, what made you think it was a good idea to launch a can at the mayor’s son?” she hissed, looking displeased.
“I wasn’t throwing it at him. I was just so angry and had been jolted awake by the noise that I couldn’t comprehend what I did. I was hoping to just throw it on the road to vent my frustration,” I explained, watching her continue to stare at me. “Of course, I would have cleaned it up in the morning.”
“Beatrice! Anger and frustration are not for people like us. We don’t have the means and support to express our emotions without any fear. If we get ourselves in trouble, it’s game over for us. We will be punished as if we have committed the biggest crime. So next time, try to avoid any kind of altercation–,” she got up after filling my plate with food and looked outside the window, her words cut short when she saw something.
“How dare they!” my mom hissed uncontrollably and started yelling at someone across the window. I quickly got up and joined her, watching her scold the mayor’s servant, who had come out and dumped all the trash in front of our building.
“No way, I am not allowing this,” My mom did a dramatic f*inger wag before she turned around to grab her sweater and leave to confront them. However, she first bumped into me, and I stared at her with my arms folded over my c*hest and my eyebrow raised.
“Didn’t you just lecture me about how people like us shouldn’t confront rich and powerful people like them?” I asked my mother, who shook her head and grunted.
“That’s different. You are a young girl, and I am an old woman,” said the very good-looking old woman in front of me.
“Beatrice!” Noticing that I wasn’t letting it go, she scoffed at me.
“I’m not going to let them get away with this. First, they blast music the entire night, and now this? Dumping their party’s mess in front of our building?” At this point, I could tell my mother was unstoppable, so I didn’t say a word and followed her silently.
She was constantly muttering under her breath and wearing a sweater as we took the elevator to the exit.
As soon as we were out of the building, we spotted the brothers coming out of their mansion too. My heart sank in my c*hest as I remembered the previous night.
The brothers were once again in suits, but their bodies were so massive, muscles almost bursting out of their coats.
“Hey,” my mom called out to them, diverting their attention to us.
The brothers exchanged a glance and then paused with their car. Right away, I felt like my mother shouldn’t even be confronting these people.
“What is this?” Mom yelled from across the road, striding briskly towards them and pointing at the garbage they had dumped outside our building.
“That would be garbage. You’ve never seen one before?” the brown-haired, gray-eyed guy retorted, slipping his hand into his pants pocket.
“Your garbage. Why is it outside our building?” my mom continued to raise her voice even as we approached them.
“Your building? You’re only renting it. Besides, Mr. Bobaski doesn’t mind. He said we can do whatever we want with his building,” he continued, while the others stared at my mother before one of them, with slightly longer and curly hair, leaned over the tallest one and whispered something in his ear.
And then, one by one, their eyes traveled to me.