Part 2I Went to the Car Wash to Pick Up My Car, but My Face Turned Red When I Saw What Was Under the Windshield Wiper. I Had to Call the Police!

I frowned, confused. How could someone as nice as Isabella have such a brother?

Isabella shot me an apologetic glance, then gently tugged at Luke's shirt, speaking quietly, "Luke, stop. Ava needs to talk to me."

Luke looked at me. Then his eyes slowly wandered up and down my body, eventually stopping at my chest.

He smiled and rubbed his chin, giving me a lecherous look that made my stomach turn.

I glared at him, furious. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll take your eyes out!"

I had a bad temper, and I wasn't about to let this slide. The tension between us grew thick, and other people nearby started to notice and gather around. Isabella quickly stepped in front of me.

Luke gave me a dismissive glance, then rolled his eyes. "You're wearing this to make us look, aren't you? Isn't this all to attract men?"

I felt a wave of anger rush to my chest as I glanced at my outfit, a short-sleeve top and a long skirt.

Isabella turned bright red, almost in tears, and grabbed Luke's sleeve. "Luke, stop! Ava is one of our regulars!"

Luke didn't show an ounce of remorse. Instead, he shoved Isabella to the ground with one arm and pointed at her, cursing. "You good-for-nothing, shut up! Crying like a baby, did your mom die or something? You want me to beat you to death? So what if she's a regular? Who knows how she got that car? Looks like she's selling herself to afford it!"

With that, he pretended to raise his arm, and Isabella instinctively shielded her head, trembling on the ground, crying softly.

I furrowed my brows, so angry that I almost wanted to twist his head off and kick it like a ball.

Around us, people started whispering, "This guy's got no shame! He's hitting his own sister and cursing his own mother to death!"

"Ugh, when did we have such scumbags among men?" Someone spat on the ground.

Luke heard them, and his face turned gloomy and angry. He slammed his water gun on the ground and yelled at the crowd, "You sons of bitches! What the hell are you talking about?"

He got even more worked up, swearing nonstop, and practically cursed out everyone in the store. Isabella quickly tried to calm him down, warning that if he kept it up, they'd lose all their customers.

But he just waved her off and slapped Isabella across the face. "Shut the hell up! This is my damn store! Who the hell are you, a loser, to talk back? I'll do whatever I want!"

Most people didn't want to get involved and decided to leave. They drove off with grumpy faces.

Isabella hurried after them, apologizing profusely.

In the end, only a few of us were left standing there.

"Ugh, just two or three people? Get to work, or what, you gonna sit at home doing nothing?" he spat, waving his hand before storming off to the back room to play on his phone.

He slouched on a chair, scrolling through some questionable videos, drooling all over himself.

Isabella wiped her tears and silently picked up the water gun, getting back to work.

I felt a little bad for her, but I didn't say anything. I knew that in a family like hers unless she helped herself, no one else could pull her out.

Isabella quickly pulled herself together, smiling as she asked, "Ava, you were about to talk to me about something earlier, but I couldn't leave. If you still want to, go ahead and say it now."

I nodded and gently asked, "Isabella, did anyone suspicious come by the store today?"