In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Bloody Fight Within the blink of an eye, Eason has come near us. He grabs Zack’s collar and hits him right

into the face. Zack yells out in pain covering his nose and staggers back. Blood oozes out between his fingers. Eason doesn’t give him time to react as he raises his leg and kicks him down to the ground again. I stumble and fall, struggling to breath. I think I’m having a panic attack. Some passers-by gather up and try to help me up, but my legs feel so weak that I can barely stand. “Oh my god!” someone suddenly gasps. “I think he’s killing him…should we call the police?”

I’m whipped back to reality. Through my blurry vision I see Eason nails Zack’s body down to the ground as he keeps pummeling him. Blood covers both his hand and Zack’s face. The sound of his fist hitting against the flesh makes the hairs on my arm to stand up.

Zack is begging for mercy, whining and crying. He is a huge guy and he can easily take me with one hand. But he doesn’t stand a chance against Eason’s brutal beating. I have no doubts that Eason wants to kill him right here and right now. “No…no! Eason! Stop!!” I pull myself up from the ground and run to them with my shaky legs. “You are killing him! Please stop!”

I wrap my arms around Eason and try to drag him away. But his muscles are hard as rock and I can’t move him even one inch. Now looking at him within such a close distance, I’m even a little scared by his rage-filled face. “I’m killing this fucking son of a bitch!” Eason shouts as his face twists in fury. And he squeezes both his hands around Zack’s neck. Zack’s begging grows lower and he’s barely conscious.

I’ve never seen Eason like this before. He comes from a very prestige family and people like him never get their hands dirty or get involved in bloody street fights like this.

But now he is doing this for me. Getting his knees down in the dirt and beating the shit out of Zack with his own fists. He must have thrown away all his educations and manners in anger.

Yet I have to stop him. I couldn’t care less about Zack’s life. But I can’t have Eason commit such a huge mistake because of me. “Stop, please! I-I’m so scared,” I clench on to his clothes and beg. “I’m shaking…please…I need you.”

That works magically well. Eason’s body freezes and he turns to me immediately. His fingers loosen dropping Zack onto the ground. I lean in and wrap my arms around his chest. He holds me back, really tight, and lowers his head to plant kisses on my forehead.

whispering beside my ears. “I’m here.

last straw breaking my nerves. I finally burst into tears within his arms, venting out all

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the police.

vaguely hear a few words like “concussion”

ribs.”

police, everything feels surreal. The only thing real is Eason’s warm and firm hand and he’s

jail. But that never happens. Eason made a call and a man in sharp suit arrived thirty-minutes later. After a short negotiation with the police, he tells us that we are

this,” the man smiles at me. He seems very sophisticated. I’m a bit relieved that a professional

then,” David looks at his phone. “Mr. Ramirez

will be involved. I feel guilty and partially responsible for

on how badly that boy was injured and

SS

come on, Eason whines besides me.

laughs and casually shrugs, “But that’s why you have people like me to take care of

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