Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Keep Your Enemy Closer 

Callan

I was sitting on the sectional sofa in my office at the club. I had just finished bending some girl over the back of this every sectional, railing her until she screamed with orgasm, until I cum hard enough to burn the fire out. I leaned back on the sofa with my legs wide and my arms outstretched, I had my pants on and my button down top was on but open. 

When there was a knock at the door, I called for them to come on as I smoked my roll up. I didn't used to smoke but I guess I do now. The stress of looming war I suppose, of being a control freak and running an empire that I want to operate all by myself. Although, that isn't possible but I do have a hand in much of it. I oversee everything. The girl was mostly dressed but kind of scoffed when I called for the person to come in. She adjusted her large breasts inside that small top and bent to grab her shoes. David, my buddy for all things, quickly averted his eyes and came around the seating to face me. He didn't speak yet, he waited for the girl to buckle her heel and give me an awkward wave when I motioned for her to get out. I brought the cigarettes to my mouth and pulled a drag while looking up at David.

“Did you get the information I asked for?”  I asked, releasing the smoke.

David's heavy bellied and stands like a bulldog would, his hair has been slicked back since the day I met him all those years ago. He was a loyal goon, which is why I kept him close to me to run my errands and tasks, especially ones I didn't want anyone else knowing about. He waved the smoke out of his face and cleared his throat.

“Yes, sir, it is all right here.” He tapped the folder in his hands.

I took it and flipped through, I might be done with her but as I said before, I keep up with my enemies. I have friends in London and one of them has been more than happy to trail Miss. Brianna Fletcher. I know her every move, I know the friends she made, the job opportunities she has accomplished and the man she is fucking. I know his date of birth, his social security and he had double citizenship from London and Dubai. I can probably tell the color of nails polish on his mother's hands, I know that much about the fucking idiot. I flipped through a few printed out pictures that I have been blown up and cleared. I have professional grade surveillance here in front of me, when I said nothing, David fidgeted. Light skinned dark man with a white toothed grin and an athletic build, he enjoys football mostly and exercises in his local gym regularly. He is a public relation guy, so his job is to be a smooth talker and he turns on the charm when he wants to.

“And?” I asked David with a little more aggravation in my tone. 

I don't like when people make me ask questions when they already know I want to know something.

“Oh, her return flight is next week.” He watched me lean forward and puff out the cigarettes.

I could tell he couldn't decide whether I just dismissed him or if he should stay up until I gave him orders. I made him nervous even after all these years of practically growing up together. I have only knocked his head a couple of times, nothing in comparison to some of the other guys who disappointed me or disrespected me. David is very respectful.

“Do you need anything else, sir? I told your contact to still keep on with the surveillance until she reached here.” He said, tipping his eyes up from my boots to my face. He studied my expression to see if he had done the right thing.

When I gave him a small nod, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and I waved him off after that. Once the quiet finally came, I pulled the folder back onto my lap and flipped through it again. Her and the guy outside of some bistro with their noses touching. I am sure I know where that led, there were other pictures of little interest to me. So I just stood up and brought the pictures to my shredder, I watched as the face of the man started to tear and disappear inside and I continued to watch when her face did the same. I took the shredded pictures and tossed them to the bottom of my waste basket, where they belong.

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Brianna POV.

I am going to leave London with a lot more items than I came with. There had been that shopping spree with Callan months ago and at Christmas time, Bryce spoiled me and got me plenty of gifts since we don't celebrate with our other family. It was a nice holiday anyways because he was a good brother. I am a horrible sister, but I want to make it up to him somehow.

I lied to him about Callan but he also lied to me when he called himself a successful businessman and not the mobster he actually is. It is technically dirty money we are spending, but I just never really address it again. Maybe because I have had to make some hard choices myself to survive. He tells me it is really just doing business work for The Harold company and I believe him. I hope I regain his trust the same way.

Because I had more things with me in London, I had to go but myself another luggage bag. One of those huge ones with the rolling wheels, everything else in the apartment had already come with the place. The newer apartment was a pretty decent space,it was sort of narrow in the way these building in London can be. When you walked through the front door, you entered one archway to the short hall and that leads you to the second archway where the modest kitchen and living room is located and past that is the third archway that leads to my bedroom and connecting bathroom. The interior reminded me of the place Jane and I lived together. The walls always seems to have similar style crown molding, the walls are all white and some were concrete. I think it is where they connect old building to new renovation. The bones of all the architecture here is old which gives it a nice historical feel. Funny enough, this place also had a brickish colored square back sofa. I will say, it helped leaving the apartment that held the only and last memories of Callan there.

I lived completely alone which was a first for me, I always had roommates, dorm mates or boyfriends, I enjoyed the space though. It brought a sense of peace to my otherwise hectic life, living with Bryce was fine and I had only been there for such a short time. There is something about my upbringing with a terrible father that put me so on edge, it was still instilled in me. The tiptoe around every place I lived in and to make myself scarce even with my brother sometimes. Living with Jane helped change that for me and especially now living on my own. I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted to do it. I could walk around naked or eat sweets for dinner, I could sing, laugh, cry and leave a few dirty dishes in the sink overnight without getting beat for it. This is freedom. I was so busy with work and all the added stuff I started doing for Versace that this became my quiet space where I sought refuge for the calmness I only recently discovered existed.

My internship was technically over with vogue and Janet Alinco. I finished yesterday after her farewell gift of making me run between floors to do inventory and run things to print. She is also throwing me a small dinner, so I am not complaining. The women helped change my life, we have become friends, not just a boss and intern. Since the dinner isn't today, I have taken the time to pack all my clothes, shoes and bags. I will only leave exactly enough clothes to last me until the day of my flight. The girls offered to help me pack but when they came they just drank wine and danced around, so I would stop and join them. Today, Joy offered the same to me and she is actually here in my room folding clothes, trying to compact enough to squeeze everything in.

I have always really liked her, all the girls here were so fun and definitely good-time girls. She is too, but you can also have a pretty tame conversation with her and really connect on a level beyond fun. I will miss these girls though, they have entertained me and Jane since almost the start of all this.