My Ruthless Stepbrother (Completed)

CHAPTER 4

FOUR: "Stay away from me, little girl." ✍️

"SHHH." Mom instantly placed a calming hand on uncle Alanson's shoulder. "Just let him, Alanson."

I turned around to observe Zack's back as he walked away from us. I could not dispute that even when he was on his back, he had a naturally vicious and disdainful appearance. He was just as tall as his brother. In comparison to Zack and Ryle, I would appear so little. His aura and stance were quite masculine and somber.

I have never seen such a gorgeous man before...

"That disrespectful bastard! He never really knew to respect his father even in front of guests!!" Uncle Alanson continued.

Mom squeezed his hand lightly.

His expression softened, and he looked at her. "I am so sorry for this, Fidelia."

Mom intuitively nodded. "It's okay. We understand. Right, Ryn?"

I was still preoccupied with uncle Alanson's second child. He came to a halt in front of a tiny fishing boat and began untying its rope from a nearby tree.

"Ryn?" mom called me.

It was then that I came to my senses and nodded to her. "Yes. Yeah, mom. Sorry."

"I'm sorry you're having trouble with that nasty boy, hija. If only I could make things better the way you did with Ryle and Rhian..." Uncle Alanson apologized and felt guilty.

I returned my gaze to Zack. He finally turned away from us, and he was busy handling his fishing boat.

I'm not sure why, but I get the impression he's also carrying a heavy burden from within and in his heart. Everything appears to be tough for him as well, and he is also in pain deep within...

I suddenly feel compelled to approach him and make friends with him, to let him know that I am willing to listen to whatever his thoughts are and comfort him if he will only allow me...

"Don't worry, uncle. I understand, and I'll make a way to be friends with him." I said as I stood up.

The four of them looked at me with amusement. "What do you mean, hija?"

"I'll talk to him. I'm going to go to him now."

Ryle replied with concern, saying, "You don't know what you're doing, Irryn. You don't know Zack enough."

I smiled at the latter. "It's okay. It isn't bad at all if I'll try, right?"

"You don't really know what you're doing—" Uncle Alanson was slowly shaking his head in disagreement.

I once again turned to my near-future stepfather. "If you may excuse me, uncle?"

He sighed and giving up nodded to my attempt of coming to his second son.

"Would you like me to go with you, Ryn?" asked the still-worrying Ryle.

I smiled and shook my head. "No need, Ryle. Thanks."

I nodded at the four worried faces before making my way to Zack's path.

"Zack!" I called him using my friendliest approach.

He looked at me, so I immediately smiled.

"Zack Lamont? You are uncle Alanson's second child, right?"

He leered at me like a wind he didn't care about at all and then went back to pulling his fishing boat off the tree.

Even though he didn't pay attention, I still tried my best to be nice to him. I stood behind him.