Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Tell Me You Are Done With Me

Brianna

“They hid from me because I was a fucking nightmare. Does that answer your goddamn question!” He whisper-yelled into my ear.

I swallowed hard, and my fist only tightened around the fabric of his shirt. It bothers him not to see me. Me living in London is bothering Callan Harold.

“It doesn't bother you though, does it?” He is still asking in my ear.

Because he fisted my hair, I couldn't exactly just turn to face him. But that was why he was doing it, he doesn't want to talk about this and look me in the eyes at the same time.

“Who said it didn't bother me?” I muttered and he laughed again sardonically and released my hair.

“Not once did you reach out first, don't fucking tell me you were bothered, Brianna. You are full of shit.” He spat at me. I was seeing a very different side of him right now. He thinks I don't care? I am the only one who cares, I have been saying that for months now. But this is his way of telling me he does care, In his own way at least.

“I had a distraction here that I was using to try not to care, of course I was brothers. I was trying to stay away from you because you told my brother that was what you are going to do. Then you came here and confused me.” I finally released his shirt but when I did, his hands snatched me again. Keeping me against him, he grabbed my chin and looked at me with wild eyes.

“Exactly, you were using distraction. Well, so am I!” He yelled at me.

“Girls? I am using work and you are using girls?” I was pissed he would compare the two.

“It isn't just work, it is your dream job and you are in a new exciting place with new exciting people. That is your distraction.” He called me out.

“I am sure your job is exciting enough, have you killed anyone lately.” I gave him a low blow for his stupid threats last time I had seen him.

“Not yet, but I am open to suggestions.” He said back sarcastically.

I just howled in frustration and dropped my head on his chest. He straightened his spine slightly but he didn't move. He kept himself very still, I took a deep breath to calm myself down. This conversation feels very intense to me because he was saying things that I wasn't expecting. In his own fucked up crazy way,  he admitting things to me here. I felt his hand come up and smooth my hair out of my face before cupping my head to plant a kiss on top of it and I couldn't fight the arms that wanted to go around him.

“Tell me you are done with me, Brianna? Spell it out or I am just going to keep coming back.” His voice was still deep but low. Almost a whisper, thigh ache in my chest could have swallowed me whole.

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****Callan reaction a month ago when Brianna when he wakes up on the bed without her by his side after their moment of intense sex******

Callan POV

Time has never gone slower in my entire life, I was going to go fucking mental if something didn't give. The anger I felt when I stretched my arms in my sleep hoping to find Brianna sleeping beside me and all I found left were cold sheets. That anger,  it is still lit inside me and I can't put it out. If feels like that first month all over again when I had to find out from fucking David that Brianna moved to London. That anger that burned my gut and seared my chest until I just snapped and bought the next flight out to London. It is that anger that is back.

I sat at the local bar near Terra Kulture with my elbow leaning against the sticky counter. I waved to the old man downtown who was managing this place to pour me another shot.

“Callan, are you here alone tonight?” The old man asked and I gave a curt nod. He took my short glass and tipped the bottle, pouring the amber liquor into it again.

“You want peanuts or something?” He looked at me up and down but didn't dare to ask me why I was half drunk, leaning on this bar counter instead of my own club. 

I put my hand up, letting him know I didn't want the peanut, another patron called down to him and he hobbled down to the other end. There is no particular reason why I chose this bar out of all the bars I have. I was just closest to this one and I walked inside, same waxy floor and high top tables as any other bars in the city. Everyone knows me in these areas so it doesn't matter where I go, somebody will know my name. I don't want nobody talking to me, it is why I am not at one of my many establishments. I am sick of fucking people, I picked up my short glass and brought it to my mouth but some idiot next to me bumped my elbow. A few drops of liquor dripped onto my lap, I glanced down at it and back up at the man. Not from this vicinity, probably a tourist.

“Hey?” I called out to him. The guard was one of those beefy idiots, his v-neck shirt was too low and his actual neck looked lost to his steroid looking muscles.

“You just made me spill on myself.” I glanced down at my slacks and back to the man again.

“It is just a drop, dude.” He said and patted me on the back, ready to turn to his friends and maybe a girlfriend. Some chicks were on his arm, I licked my lips and called again.

“Hey?” 

I didn't know who noticed first but I saw the old man leaning over the bar telling the tourist to keep his mouth shut. The guy didn't understand what he meant until called him again and he turned around.

“Are you not going to apologize? I just told you that you bumped into my fucking arm and made me spill on myself.” I spelled it out for him again. 

He bulked up his chest to look bigger, he is five feet tall at best, it is always the little ones. I was sitting on a stool, so the height difference wasn't obvious right now. It got the attention of his friends when I spoke to him for the second time. They peeked over his shoulder to see who he was talking to.

“It is fucking drop, man.” He dismissed me.

“A drop?” I licked my lips again.

“Callan, he didn't know..no better.” The old man called out to me. I took the rest of my liquor and swallowed it.

Enjoying the burn that slid down into the fire that had already been searing me inside, the guy kept his chest puffed out to see if I would challenge him again after I repeated his own word to him.

“Here is one fucking drop.” I snapped, I took the glass in my hand and smashed it against his beefy head. 

The girl with him screamed and his other buddies started getting up and tryna crowd me while the beefcake dropped like a sack of potatoes. I know where to hit a man to Knock him out, years of practice.

“Hey!” One of the friends tried grabbing me. He was also probably the same height as the one on the floor. I stood up in the blink of an eye. The man's head shot back to see my six feet frame coming for him.

“Shit,” I heard someone say. The guy tried grabbing my suit, I grabbed his stupid neck and head but the asshole in the face and blood turned like a faucet.

“I told you not to say anything.” The old man muttered, some of the locals noticed the brawl but once they saw me, they stepped back.

The third male friend tried tackling me while I was holding onto the guy  I heard but in the face, the three of us went tumbling down.

“You want to double team me?” I laughed, I grabbed the hair of the one who tackled me and pressed his face into the ground where the shattered glass was. He hollered out when it started sticking in him, gritting my teeth, I made sure to continue applying pressure while also being punched in the back by the female friend. 

I was also getting the short blows of the one with the bleeding face who was underneath me and currently pinned to me. He was bucking to get me off, grabbing at my shirt which was all he could do for now.

“Come out of there, darling.” I heard someone taking the girl away.

I grounded the asshole's face into the glass and with the chick no longer behind me, I jumped up to my feet. A local patron was trying to calm the woman down who wanted to keep fighting me. When they whispered something to her, she stopped moving and yelling. 

Shit, my gun holster is showing.