Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 125

Chapter 125: If I Don't Touch Her, No One Will 

Callan

“He will kill me if I tell you.” David was shaking his head enough to loosen his usually slicked hair.

“Callan, what the fuck is going on? Don't make me pry it out of him, just fucking tell me like a normal person.” He huffed, still following me into the garage.

When he took a second to actually look at me, he saw the short leather riding gloves.

“Callan, who are you going to kill?” His tone suddenly got somewhat hesitant.

“Tell me now, David!” He finally snapped at the bulldog.

“Sir,” the poor guy pleaded with me.

“He is an innocent man.” I heard him mumble but since we were in the garage, the sound carried enough for me to hear.

Bryce finally had enough, rushing forward to cut off my steps. I wanted to punch him right in the face to get him the hell out of my way but I let my anger simmer in my chest to save for that prick photographer.

“Tell me, don't make me jump into this car with you.” He warned me.

“You wouldn't want to know.” I gave him his one  warning, his brows furrowed at my odd answer.

“I do want to know. I am serious, Callan and I will get your cousin involved and everyone. Don't make me blow this up. Who are you trying to kill!”  He was getting uppity now and angry.

“A photographer!” I yelled at him, he looked even more confused now.

“Huh?” He kept stepping  in the way to block me from entering the car and I lost it.

“Bryce, get the fúck out, I have somewhere to be. Move!” I shoved him off.

“I am calling Angelo.” He tried to threaten me.

“If you think he can stop me, you are greatly mistaken.” I grabbed his lapels and used them to swing him to the side enough for me to get into the car.

Was he pissed, he slapped my hood which was ground enough for me to knock him upside the head but I didn't have time for this. He kept pressing and pressing until I finally snapped completely.

“I am going to kill the fucking London man who dares to touch your sister.” I practically hissed, he paused in surprise.

I slammed the car door shut and turned on the engine, sure to lock the doors so he couldn't get in. He kept hitting the window, demanding to go along with me. He stood in the way of my backing out and just made me see more red.

“If you get in, you aren't stopping me!” I yelled at him so he would hear me through the closed window.

“Fine,” he hollered and I unlocked the door, allowing him to jump in.

“Callan, what the fuck are you doing? Have you lost your mind?” That was his open statement.

“Yes,” I replied. I zoomed out of the parking lot and David jumped away so he wouldn't get hit.

“Didn't I tell you to stay away from Brianna? What is this about?” 

He was mad but he wanted to hold his temper back so he wouldn't inflate the situation.

“I can stay away and so can he when I shoot him in the face and cremate him.” I deadpanned.

“What the hell, Callan! Brianna isn't yours, you know how I feel about this.” He gritted his teeth.

I didn't say shit, I started driving around the streets I know host the type of event she is currently at. Bryce pulled out his phone.

“I am calling her.” He warned me and again, I didn't say anything.

I continued driving through the streets of Port Harcourt with my murder gloves on and a gun on my lap. I cut the wheel quickly and turned which sent him flying into the door, almost losing his grip on the phone. He put the phone on speaker.

“Brianna, listen to me. Don't tell me where you are but wherever you are, I need you to hide your friend. Whatever London guy you are with.” He warned his sister, you could tell she was walking away from a loud crowd and tucking into some quiet place.

“What? Why? What is going on?” She sounded confused.

“Callan has lost his fucking mind, he jumped in the car with a gun and he is looking for you two. He will kill him, Brianna and I can't talk sense into him, so maybe you can. You are on speaker now.” He let her know.

“What! Callan, don't you dare come near him or anyone else at this event. Are you insane?” She spat.

“I told you, Brianna. I told you they lost their hands or their life. You are pushing my fucking buttons, and I am going to find him. When I do, I am going to make good on my promise.” I snapped.

“Callan!” She shouted perplexed.

“Where are you? I will come to you guys. Go back home, Callan.” She said.

“Bryce, where are you guys? Why did you even let him get into the car?” She yelled at her own brother.

“Umm, it wasn't my choice, he threw me out of the way and I blocked his car until he let me come along but I can see his crazy eyes. He isn't going to listen to me no matter what I say, so that was why I called you, to warn you two to stay away from each other. So please, explain why Callan is about to murder on your behalf?” 

I could tell she was leaving whatever estrangement she was in.

“Go back to the house and I will deal with you both later, Bryce. And don't let him cruise the streets, looking to murder people.” He turned to me.

“Callan, this is crazy. Seriously, let's go back to the house. You heard her.”

He tried to reason with him and I was seeing red. All their words were in the distance of my mind and I could barely hear them over myself. My anger is loud and deadly.

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Brianna POV 

When I saw a call from my brother, I was not expecting to hear him telling me that Callan, the mafia Don was out driving around like a madman. With a gun in his lap, looking to murder Amos. I couldn't believe it. He told me he was serious so I yelled at them to go back to the house but Callan wasn't listening. I can't go back inside to tell Amos to run and hide somewhere. He would want to know why and I can't explain to him that a mafia Don was looking to blow his head off. That is crazy, Callan is crazy.

I always knew it but not to this extent. He was pissed because of our fight, somehow he caught wind about Amos being around but I have no idea how. Am I being watched? None of this made sense to me, I stayed on the phone with my brother as akk this played out, so I could be in the loop. I left the party without saying goodbye to anyone. If I am being watched, I didn't want Callan knowing where I am and figuring out Amos was in fact here with me. We had been having a good time  with everyone, not just ourselves alone and that won't matter to Callan though. He did this when Zevrie and I were friends. He beat him in his own tattoo shop, this time he has a gun with him and I am not willing to risk that he is just full of shit. He has a bad attitude, he always has but I won't push his button on this.

I continued to try talking sense into the man as well my brother and I know Bryce is going to be suspicious and then furious when he realized Callan is still clearly reacting to men in my life. As far as my brother knew, we hadn't in contact. Callan really screwed us both over when he made it public that he is keeping an eye on me and mad about be being with other men. He doesn't see me cruising the street of Port Harcourt, looking for the girl whose tongue was in his mouth last week. What double standard this is. I haven't even touched Amos beyond a friendly way, I posted some pictures of us and it gave me pause now that I think of it. Does Callan have a way to track my social media page? He doesn't have social media, maybe he made an account like my father had, pretending to be someone else or…wait a minute. David, damn him.

After yelling and pleading, Callan finally agreed to go back to the house. He told me to go up to the penthouse and wait for them so that's what I did. I was still in my gown from the event, waiting here on his couch. If this ends with fist fight between them and Bryce being mad at me again, I am going to be really upset with myself for letting history repeat itself.