Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 87

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 87 – I Am Not That Timid

The big guy turned around and pointed the k*nife at me. “She is your friend who has come to help you.” He let out a cackle, scaring me with his gigantic physique.

“Get behind him now!” the man yelled, waving the k*nife at me and gesturing for me to go behind the guy. I did as he said and rushed behind the guy.

“Now give me that pendant!” As the man demanded, I tilted my head to see what had intrigued this man into a*s*saulting the young boy.

He was wearing an epic feather pendant with diamonds shining in them. It obviously caught the attention of the man.

“I cannot take it off,” the boy tried explaining as he held the feather in his palm.

“If you don’t, I will cut your head off your body and grab the pendant,” the man grunted at him as he looked around in fear of getting caught. He reeked of alcohol and drugs, too. Having a k*nife in such a case seemed like a deadly combination.

“Give him the damn pendant,” I whispered, and the guy got up on his feet to stand beside me.

“You don’t understand; I cannot take it off.” His green eyes deepened as he frowned anxiously.

“Why not? I will get you money, just give him that,” I uttered back at him, shaking as I regretted coming out in the streets.

“If I take it off, the entire Golden Crown pack will fall into despair.” The guy whispered back at me, making my skin to feel goosebumps with his claims. I couldn’t help but watch him hold the pendant tightly in his hands, refusing to take it off.

“Well, then-you leave me no choice,” said the big guy, who didn’t seem to back off either. He wanted the diamonds, and he was here to get them. He lunged at the boy and slashed his arm, making him step back and fall to the ground.

Something inside of me was triggered when I smelt the cinnamon scent even more strongly this time. My eyes travelled to the young guy’s blood, and I noticed it sparkling a little.

I have never seen something like that before. It was as if he was bleeding diamonds. The big guy’s eyes shimmered as he noticed the boy was too occupied by holding her hand in the wounded area.

He stepped ahead to snatch the pendant out of his neck when something rose inside me. I found my body acting up and my hands dropping the bag. Without giving it another thought, I rushed at the man and pushed him.

One would think he would step back a little and get back to attacking me, but that didn’t happen. The man flew across the street and landed far away from us. I was breathing and glaring at his image from afar, ready to strike again.

The big guy got up with difficulty, but instead of approaching us again, he started panting in fright and bolting out of our sight. Once I calmed down, I turned around to look at the guy, and to my surprise, he had fled the scene too.

“What the heck?” I groaned in annoyance, feeling be- trayed.