Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 582 – Just Like Deja Vu (Beatrice)
“Mr. Bobaski!” I shouted after him as I watched him stride across the road. I was so furious that I didn’t notice who else was outside. I just knew I had walked past the mayor’s mansion and was now chasing after this crazy man, who didn’t care about anyone and loved money so much that he would go to extreme lengths to make other’s lives miserable.
He paused briefly to glance back, and upon realizing it was me, he rolled his eyes and continued walking as if he didn’t believe I had anything important to discuss.
“Hey, you jerk!” Now, with a tone he truly deserved, I halted him abruptly, and he turned to face me. There was anger etched on his face, and his fists were clenched t*ightly.
“What did you call me, you little piece of…” before he could finish cursing me out, I shoved my hands against him, sending him tumbling to the ground.
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“What the hell!” he exclaimed, scrambling to his feet.
“How dare you deceive us? Do you think you can do whatever you want and we won’t object?” I yelled at the top of my lungs, venting my frustration. I didn’t even realize I was sobbing and hiccupping as I confronted him.
“Oh, I can, and watch me kick you out tomorrow,” he jabbed his f*inger in my face, visibly riled up. “You wouldn’t dare,” I warned, even though I didn’t know how to prevent it. This man had made us sign a shady contract.
“I gave your mother some days, but now I’m taking back my word. If you two aren’t on your feet and out of my apartment by morning, I’m throwing you out myself and keeping your stuff,” he bellowed, pushing me back.
I loathed how anyone could lay their hands on us and not face any consequences.
“We paid you advance rent. Pay us back, and we’ll leave,” I hissed, wiping away the tears.
“Ah!” he sneered, “try to take it from me,” he muttered through clenched teeth, but his behavior was peculiar tonight. After I pushed him, he seemed to interpret it as a sign that he could lay his hands on me whenever he pleased.
He swiftly lunged at me, seizing me by my collar and shaking my body.
“You two have been a living nightmare to me-” as he hissed in my face, he intentionally pushed me against his c*hest and then groped my b*reast in such a hasty manner that I couldn’t even process what had just occurred.
“Or you could always sell this boy of yours to pay me extra and live here in peace,” he mumbled in a low tone, still clutching my b*reast.
“What the heck! Let go,” I attempted to push him off, but he wouldn’t release his grip. We were near a dimly lit street, and even though we were close to the mayor’s mansion, this street was eerily silent and dark.
“Release me,” I scratched his face when humiliation clouded my judgment.
“Come back here!” the moment I was freed, he grabbed my hair and pulled me backward, starting to drag me along the street.
As soon as we were engulfed by darkness, he kicked me in the back, and I crashed to the ground.
“What the heck!” I screamed, but he couldn’t approach any closer because a burly man in a white shirt and black shorts emerged, shoving him away forcefully and sending him sprawling to the ground.
“How dare you lay your hands on her?” it was the mayor’s son, Helel. He pushed him back once more and then knelt down, delivering punches to his face, while I felt a pair of strong hands being placed under my arm, helping me to my feet.
I turned my head to the back and noticed Akin in a suit, his eyes narrowed at the man. Once he had me up on my feet, he rushed past me to kick the owner of the apartments to the ground. The two stood over him and kicked him while I watched them in silence. It felt oddly satisfying, but also a sense of deja vu washed over me.
“Please, I am sorry!” the owner cried, and some people from the apartments came to his rescue.
“Sir, please let him go. You’ll k*ill him,” our neighbor requested, Akin and Helel, making sure not to sound too authoritative.
“Then tell this jerk that if we see him near this girl again, we’ll rip his balls off and feed them to you,” Akin pointed at the neighbor, who probably regretted coming to Mr. Bobaski’s rescue in the first place. But now that he was already here, he nodded quickly and started assisting Mr. Bobaskiu, whose face was entirely disfigured and blood- covered whatever was left unbroken of his body.
Once they were done with him, the two turned around and began marching in my direction. I got to see them one by one, realizing how good-looking they were. In that moment, I wondered how lucky their girlfriends would be.
“You okay?” Helel asked in his perfect accent and voice.
Before I could nod, Akin took off his coat and wrapped it around me.
“I think she’s in trauma,” Akin uttered to his brother.
The two hunched over, their hands on their knees so they could reach my level and examine my face.
Oh Lord!
It wasn’t easy to stare into Helel’s blue eyes and then into Akin’s gray ones and then nod my head to tell them I was okay.
“Come on, let’s take care of you,” Akin said as he straightened his back.
“He wouldn’t dare, you have my word,” Helel assured me, still hunched over. When he said that, I felt my heart flutter inside me.
As he straightened his back and waited for me to start walking, I sensed something wasn’t right.
“Ow!” The moment I took one step ahead, my back was seized by excruciating pain, and I started crying, almost falling to my knees. But Helel wrapped his powerful arm around my tiny waist, saving me from a bad fall.