Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 565 – Messing With The Arrogant Brothers! (Beatrice)
“I heard some mixed things about them, though,” Gloria added while I bit my bottom lip, feeling stupid for acting so foolishly and staring directly at the guy.
“What kind of things?” I inquired.
“They’re rude but also very s*exy. They come in pairs; the eldest ones are twins and then the younger ones are twins,” she added, and I sighed.
“Wow, four is a lot,” I mumbled, then sneakily reached my bed and sat down, feeling tired.
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“Enough about them, tell me, are you coming to school tomorrow?” she asked, and I nodded before realizing she couldn’t see me through the phone.
“Yeah, why? Are you not coming?” I asked.
“I might not come. It’s just that my brother’s 19th birthday is coming up, so I’ll be staying at home for a week to prepare a party for him,” I could tell from her voice that she didn’t want to do it but must have been forced by her mother.
“Why a full week? Isn’t it a bit too much? I mean, I don’t want to be rude, but it’s not like your brother has done anything heroic after turning eighteen,” I muttered, recalling his stupid face. He was so full of himself, always picking on people around him as if he were someone important.
“Mom thinks the whole house needs to be cleaned, and I have to take care of the tall grass. It keeps growing in our backyard,” she complained. I had heard her talk about it so many times.
They would clear out the grounds, but then in weeks, the tall grass would grow and cover the area, especially around their house, as if the grass wanted to hide the house.
I had never actually been there for years, so I didn’t know how it looked now. I didn’t like her family; they always gave me the creeps.
“I wish I could come and help you,” I sighed, mumbling the words quickly because I didn’t want her to ask me to come to her place.
“That’s a good idea,” the minute she said that, I held my breath, and she began to let out a laugh. “Don’t worry, I know you don’t go anywhere because you can’t sleep in someone else’s bed,” thankfully, she didn’t truly know that I hated her family.
“Thank you for not holding that against me,” I felt guilty deep down. What a friend I am, not being able to help her?
After we ended the call, I spent the rest of the day working on school assignments and then ate dinner with my mother. I went to bed early so that I could wake up fresh for school in the morning when I realized the area where we live was not going to be too peaceful anymore.
The new owners of the mansion in front of us seemed to have different plans. Sadly, my mother was not even at home. She had picked up some jobs and was now working most of the time, and it made me feel so guilty.
I was going to take a job, but no one was ready to hire a teen except for that one cafe where Gloria was going to start working from next week. I planned to join the job with her.
“Ugh!” I groaned, shifting in my bed as the loud music from across the road felt like someone was hammering my head.
“What is wrong with these people?” I yelled, getting up from my bed and grabbing a soda can from the nightstand. I opened the window and in anger and frustration, hurled the soda can out. I didn’t think it would do anything.
It was just my way to get my anger out. However, there were four people standing across the road with beer bottles in their hands when my soda can hit one of them so hard that I began to question my own strength.
I gasped when they looked around and then their eyes fell on me.
“F*uck!” I cursed, ducking and hoping they wouldn’t take it too seriously. I kept sitting in my bed with my head down, praying. When I slowly raised my head, I found the road empty.
“Thank goodness,” I sighed, a hand on my c*hest. But that was all I did when I heard the doorbell to my apartment ring.
“Has mom arrived early?” I jumped out of bed to go tell her about the mistake I made. But I was only reaching the door when I heard the noises from outside the door and ceased running. I froze with one leg up in the air.
“It’s just a mother and a daughter that live here,” it was the guy from the apartment downstairs talking to someone about me and my mother.
“What’s the issue again?” the guy continued.
“Someone threw a soda can at us, and it struck my brother on his forehead,” the sharp accent and the deep voice sent shivers down my spine.
For a minute, fear didn’t even register in my head. The aura of the guy outside the door could be felt even through the closed door.
I was frozen until a bang on the door knocked me awake.
“S*hit,” I whispered to myself, slowly putting my leg down and tiptoeing to the side where I could hide behind the couch.
I knew they couldn’t see me through the door, but I was so scared of messing with the wrong people that my brain went into flight-or-fight mode. Well, I fled behind the couch.
“I don’t think they are home. The mother and daughter leave their home and then come early in the morning or late at night. I guess they’re into prostitution,” the neighbor whispered, and my body shuddered angrily.
“What the f*uck!” I wanted to go out and punch him in the face when I wondered if the people in the apartments truly thought we were doing that.
“So, this is an even messier situation,” there was another voice from the other side. I began to wonder if I hit one of the brothers, and now they were outside my door.
“And we know she is inside because we saw her looking at us through her stupid broken window,” the other voice was deeper too, but his way of talking about me and my living situation shocked me.
I knew for a fact that I was in trouble now.