Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 101

Chapter 101: I Love Fucking Your Daughter

Callan

“I was going to offer that you hop in, I will take you around the blocks to see if you like how she rides when you go looking for new cars.” I played up his own words. Vicky Fletcher's eyebrows shot up at the offer.

“Let's go for a ride.” He agreed so easily. I took my keys out and unlocked the doors. As soon as he slid in, he started feeling the smooth dark leather and the clean dashboard.

“How fast does she go?” He asked, leaning slightly over.

With him this close, I wanted to bash his fucking face into the radio but I waited and remained calm. When the engine roared to life, he loved it. I pulled away from the sidewalk and took him around the blocks, showing off a little bit of speed just to get him nice and hooked and then I kept driving.

“Oh, there isn't much up this way.” He said when I turned to a dead street that wasn't really a street.

“Even better, I will show you how fast she goes.” I smirked at him and he smirked back and fixed the lapels of his coat.

“I am ready,” he informed me.

I pressed the gas a little bit harder to increase the speed and I was going faster. He chuckled in enjoyment.

“Gosh,she is definitely a car I would consider buying.” He bullshited me.

He can't afford this car and instead of easing off the gas and starting on the brakes when nearing the dead end, that is a crumbed cement block, I maintained my speed.

“Hey, slow down.” He said, I know how my brakes works and I knew I could scare him and still make it just shy of hitting that fucking well.

“Hey! Hey!” He yelled, actually grabbing my arm this time and the handle above the door.

I was real fucking close when I slammed the brakes to the floor. The car could have flipped right over but I maintained control when it came to a harsh, halting stop and that sent him forward into my dashboard. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt and I was.

“Fúck,” he cursed, pulling away from where he had hit his head on my windshield because I didn't actually crash, he just hit it hard. But not hard enough to be ejected or break the windshield, he was momentarily disoriented though and in that moment, I got out of the car to round it. I yanked open the door and grabbed him by the arm and collar to rip him out.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing?” He was perplexed.

I pushed him up against the car, when he tried to hit me, I dodged it. I knocked him across the jaw with my fist instead, hard enough to make a sound. He dropped and then started scrambling away from me, trying to regain his bearing.

“You don't know who I am but I know who you are, Vicky Fletcher.” I address him by his name. His eyes shot up to mine, his brows remained furrowed as he was quick to get back on his feet. He got into a fighting stance ready to knock fists with me again, I didn't move from my position.

“How do you know me? What do you want from me?” He asked. I just smirked. No need to rush this, I want him to be nervous.

“Is this about money? I have it.” He said to me, Great, he is already in debt with somebody.

“How much do you have on you?” I asked just to fuck with him. He doesn't have a shit and we both knew it.

“Who do you think I am?” I decided to ask him.

“You are working for Timothy.” He assumed, I tisked at him and shook my head.

“Wrong,” I said and took a step forward, he took one back..

“Who the fuck are you then? Listen, you caught me off guard, you crazy fuck but I know how to fight.” He warned me.

Bryce isn't a small guy and his father isn't either, I am not the least bit worried about it.

“Where did you get the practice? I heard you like to fight little girls.” He swung at me and I stepped back.

“You are clearly a crazy person, I don't know what you are going on about. I am leaving.” He said and started walking back away. He thinks he is going to walk down this street, I laughed which seemed to unnerve him.

“Do you want to have another guess at who I am, Vicky?”

I saw in his body that he was going to run, as soon as he turned to take off running away from me, I ran right at him and tackled him down. He groaned as we collided with the ground.

“Fúck you!” he yelled, trying to wrestle with me now.

I don't mind getting dirty, he threw a swig and I threw two. We rolled around until I pinned him below me by the throat. He coughed and tried bucking me off but I had him pinned good. With my hand around his throat, I kept his hand against the ground, mounting his body so he couldn't move and his arms were pinned too, I leaned forward.

“I am Callan Harold of the Harold crime family and the mafia Don running Port Harcourt city. Look at my face.” I said, he was gurgling, trying to get my hand to release his jugular.

His eyes were wide with surprise and confusion playing behind them. I lifted his head slightly by my grip on his neck and then shoved his head back into the ground.

“I am a friend of Bryce and Brianna, do you know them?” I asked him and his eyes went even wider and he tried to speak. I let up a little bit so he wouldn't pass out.

“How do you know my children? Stay away from my daughter, you greasy fuck.” He snarled at me.

“Oh no, Vicky. I won't stay away from your daughter. I love fucking her too much.” I mocked him.

“You bastard” he is really mad now, trying to buck me off so he could have a go at me.

“She is fucking beautiful, smart, talented and she is perfect, you know that? And she left you, Vicky.” I rubbed it in.

He was furious and growling like a mad man until he finally had enough force to start almost bucking me off. I let him get up, no sense in rushing this.

“She is coming back to me, you fucking idiot.” He laughed at me.

“What?” I asked him, he hadn't caught on yet.

“None of your business, you stay away from my daughter.” He warned me again.

“Is it tonight, Vicky? Is she coming to see her sick mother?” I asked him and his face dropped.

“You,” he hissed.

“Yes, me.”

“You sick fuck, you pretended to be my daughter.” He was appalled.

“I used your method, isn't that how you reached out to her?” I asked, he could see I knew too much about all this which means I am very close to the situation.

“Does my daughter know you are into mafia, trash? She wouldn't stand for it.” He said, backing away slowly and I stepped forward at the same pace and laughed.

“Come here,” I finally snapped at him, charging him. I grabbed the guy and started punching him in any place I could reach him while he tried blocking me and hitting me back.

We stumbled into that cement block, I grabbed his head and bashed it against the surface.

“You like to lay your hands on your children, huh? You like being a big man and fighting your own teenage son, talking shit to make them feel like bad children, right?” I hit his head again and he kneed me and was just shy of my balls.

I put him in the headlock and brought us right back down to the ground, he was stretching and bucking to get out of my hold. He isn't going anywhere.

“You children are under the protection of Harold crime family, you even think of trying to contact them again, not only will I fucking kill you but I will kill your useless wife. And it won't be quick, Vicky. No, I like to take my time with pieces of shit like you.” I said, squeezing his neck into this headlock and he was clawing at my arms.

“If you even breathe Brianna's name, I will come after you, Vicky. I know where you live and I know where you work, I know what whore you are cheating on your wife with right now. Maybe for fun, I will kill the bitch too, you have no idea who you are fucking with.” I warned him.

I released his neck and grabbed his arm to bend it back harshly. He hollered out when I heard a crack.