Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 595 – The Mayor’s Son Is My Savior (Beatrice)
I had run into the back kitchen to cry alone when Akin followed me. He grabbed me by the arm to turn me around, and the minute our eyes connected, I forgot about the pain I had felt just moments ago.
For a moment, the world around me shut down. All I could focus on was the gray in his eyes. I swear there were reflections there that I couldn’t comprehend.
I wasn’t the only one frozen; he seemed stuck too. He suddenly let go of my arm and stepped back, only to shake himself back to reality and look at me with the same aggression again.
“Why did you do that whole thing that angered my mother so much?” he asked, trying to hold power in his voice, but he was just as shaken up as I was.
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I don’t know about him, but I didn’t even know why there was this sudden awkwardness.
“Huh?” I finally shook myself out of the trance to think over his question.
“That party–why did you do that in front of my mother?” he frowned at me, now in full swing.
“I did nothing. I didn’t even meet your mother,” I rolled my eyes and put the tray down when Gloria rushed into the kitchen with her tray in her hands, her face showing she knew what had happened with me.
Throwing her tray aside, she ran until she had her arms around me, confusing Akin.
“I’m so, so sorry!” she sobbed, shocking me as well.
But I guess I would have been crying too if Akin hadn’t intervened. He stood behind Gloria with his hands down and shoulders slouched, as if he was waiting for the drama to be over so he could confront me properly.
“I’m fine,” I uttered softly, though I wasn’t truly fine. The event was far from over, and I had no clue how I would face those bastards again.
“No! You are not. You have every right to be upset,” Gloria pulled back and pouted, shedding genuine tears.
“I think it’s all part of a money-making deal,” I looked away, knowing I was saying random things to lessen the intensity of the insult and harassment.
“Beatrice! That a*sshole–! can’t believe he did that,” Gloria continued. Akin stepped forward with a much bigger frown on his forehead this time.
“Excuse me, what is going on?” he tapped his f*ingers on Gloria’s shoulder and asked her.
She steadily turned to him and stood obediently, fearful of upsetting him.
“It’s none of your business,” I grabbed Gloria’s arm to make her face me again, rudely interrupting Akin.
“Beatrice!” Gloria gasped, eyeing me for misbehaving with Akin, who narrowed his eyes before turning to give his full attention to Gloria. “I’m talking to your friend, not you,” he sighed.
“You tell me what happened?” Akin asked Gloria, pointing his f*inger at me to signal I shouldn’t interrupt.
I didn’t see what he would get out of knowing it.
“A guest-” Gloria turned to me, seeing me shake my head, signaling her not to say anything. She turned back, “harassed Beatrice.”
As soon as she finished, Akin hunched down and tilted his head, “What?” “Those old men were passing nasty comments at her, and they even pinched her a–” Before she could continue, I held her arm and pulled her behind me to face Akin myself.
“You got the gossip, now leave!” I said sternly, feeling Gloria nudge my elbow to stop me.
I knew they were too afraid of him and his brothers, but I’d had so many encounters with them by now that I was used to being rude to them.
Akin straightened his back and glared at me for a few seconds before he suddenly grasped my arm and pulled me towards him.
It happened so quickly that I couldn’t comprehend what mistake I made until he opened his m*outh.
“You are coming with me.”
I tried to resist, but he was so strong that he dragged me to the door easily, and I flew behind him like a feather.
I heard Gloria yelp and come after us. The minute we were in front of everyone again, I pulled myself together in embarrassment at how he was pulling me behind him. I didn’t even know what he was up to.
He stopped me right next to the table of the old men and then looked around before letting my arm go.
The men, who had been cheering and drinking till now, turned serious as they watched me with Akin. “Which one?” he asked, snapping his f*ingers in front of my face to get my attention. “Tell me, which one of these t*ouched you,” he groaned again, this time even more authoritatively.
“I don’t want trouble,” I hissed under my breath, but he leaned in so that he was the only one I could see.
“You won’t be in trouble,” he uttered, “now tell me.”
As the pressure grew on me, I realized he wasn’t going to back down unless I told him exactly who had harassed me.
“It was these men,” I said without hesitation, pointing at the table where the men sat.
Akin straightened his back, still looking me in the eye, and then turned around to face the men. He didn’t even question them. He grabbed the exact man I had pointed out by his collar and dragged him out of his chair.
The minute he pulled him off the chair, everyone started to gather around them.
“This is what you do when you see a woman around? How are your daughter and wife safe from your dirty paws?” Akin’s voice was loud as he landed one punch after another on the man, making him drop to the ground and grunt in pain.
As he got on top of him to keep beating him, someone from his company quickly held him and whispered loudly enough in his ear for me to hear. “You’ve made your point, sir. Don’t ruin the event for someone like her. She is not your woman, don’t ruin your deal.”