Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 161

Chapter 161: We Will Retaliate 

Callan

Bryce knows what to look for on a car bomb, so he was over there inspecting the truck now and I know they couldn't have come in here though. This place is secure, Jim's poor unassuming car was in an area where the Blank Knight men were spotted.

Now that everything is beginning to settle on my shoulder and the reality is setting in for me, I can feel that rage. I can feel the sting in my flesh from all the flying glass and shrapnel. I could feel the darkness rolling in, past my eyes to the demon I have deep inside myself that feels nothing.

“We will retaliate, this doesn't go unanswered. Not when blood is shed and not when they get this close to me.” I practically growled worse than a demon could.

“I know where a few of Black Knights hang out, it is closer to the Buguma side and I want you to steal those motherfuckers into their own house and burn them alive. And I want a teams thrown together, take some of the military grade guns and lights that fucking town up with bullets. Go to their town and shoot whoever the fuck you want, don't linger or let them catch you or it is your life. They want to do the car bomb then I will give it to them. I want blood!” I yelled on my way out, a barrel way down the lot, bounding down to my car.

“Callan, hello, Callan.” I could hear Bryce calling after me.

“What?” I whirled around.

“Have Angelo run point on getting this shipment out safely, I am going to grab some men and I am going to Buguma to shoot those motherfuckers. Where are you going to be? This is war, Callan, they just called it and you got to watch out for yourself. They want you more than anyone else.” He pointed out what I already fucking knew.

“I am getting the guns out, I will have Hulk Hogan and some of the men around me just in case. You do the same, you would be the second best target for them.” I pointed out that little fact.

My phone was blowing up with Angelo's number on it and I knew he alre heard about this. I didn't have the patience to even answer. I told Bryce to call him and I could feel myself shaking with anger.

“If you are going to the drive by, then I will be the one to light the match on the house.” I turned my back on Bryce. I will literally seal them into their own house and set the house on fire.

“We are going to need bricks, boys!” I yelled down the parking lot before going to my car. I stopped halfway and clicked the button. No blast.

When I looked down at myself, I sighed. I am still bleeding but I just don't care to look. I have too much to do, I have to call some military friends and have them do a sweep for bombs like I am in fucking war or something. This is why I bought a car with leather seats, easier to wipe down. It is not the first time I went into my car bleeding.

The Blank Knight and Storm Riders gang have no idea what they just started, nobody gets away with murdering one of my men. Nobody gets away with drawing blood from me, no one who disrespectede ever stays upright to tell anyone about it. They haha pulled the deep dangerous creatures out of me and I am out for blood. Anyone who sees Callan Harold tonight should better run the other way.

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Brianna POV.

I was sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling through my phone when a news headline stuck out to me. My eyes went wide at the details. Last night someone sealed a home in with bricks on every door and windows before setting it on fire. Three bodies have already been found dead in the rubble with no suspects yet. A shiver ran down my spine. How does someone even accomplish that? They walled every exit in with bricks and concrete, how? I shook my head, but got off the app and pulled up something else. A text with a reminder about what time I need to at the event tonight.

I am nervous about coming out with Donatella Versace in some kind of introduction to the fashion society, but I am also excited. I never could have dreamed of a better life than this, I met my idol and now we work together. I am coming out as her muse, the face of her brand and designer for Versace's spring collection. Little Brianna could have never guessed this. I wish I could go back and visit little Brianna with silent tears streaming down her face while she laid in her bed at night. I wish I could whisper to her that things will get better and that her dreams will start to come true. I wish I could give that little girl hope because I remember what it felt like to be in that kind of despair. I hated crying myself to sleep, it reminds me of worse times in my life. Last night, I shed a few silent tears and you hated the feeling of it. I just felt so overwhelmed after I realized even Andrew, the person I was using to get rid of the stain of Callan, doesn't work for me anymore. I shook my head at myself and stood up, I need coffee.

I went to the fridge, I frowned when I saw I had no milk. I don't really like black coffee, I figured I may as well walk down to that convenient store on the corner and grab a small gallon of milk. I was already dressed so I just grabbed my bag and headed out. My brother wasn't at home, I didn't even hear him come in last night. So I wondered if he slept over at a girl's house, most likely. When I got to the lobby, I gave a small wave to the front desk and the man who is always at the door. I see them every day so I like to be polite to them, unlike some people I have seen leaving this building with their nose upturned and their rude behavior.

The sidewalk wasn't particularly busy or anything, there will always be movement in Port Harcourt city, there are too many people crammed in one city for it to be that way. Still nothing particularly stood out to me at first until my gut started telling me something was off. My female intuition is very perceptive and rarely wrong. I glanced around but again nothing stood out. I pulled my phone out just to have it in my hand but for whatever reason I just pulled the camera up and angled it over my shoulder. Sure enough something caught my eyes. Is that guy following me? I saw him outside the building and now I see him here. When I stopped, so did he, coincidence or not. I had arrived at the store, so I just walked in and got a little half gallon of milk, paying for it casually.

Now, I don't have pepper spray but I do have a simple size spirit of perfume. I pulled it out and kept it in my other hand. When I left the store, I didn't see the man. Still, I continued with caution. He looks like a completely normal person that wouldn't normally stand out if he hadn't sort of looked like a person I knew. That is why I noticed him outside the building, he looks like a guy I had gone to school with in Asaba, so I noticed him. And then I noticed him again when I walked down here. I decided to test this, instead of continuing down the street, I turned behind the building or at least the corner you would take to go back there. It took a moment but sure enough the bastard caught up to me. I saw the flash of his yellow shirt and I attacked, I sprayed the perfume in his eyes as soon as his face rounded the corner. And when he grabbed his eyes, I started beating him with the milk carton.

“Who are you?” I shouted at the same time as the man.

“Wait, Miss. Fletcher.”

When I realized he knew my name, I hit him with the milk again. He toppled over and groaned.

“Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Harold asked me to follow you, wait!” He cried for mercy. I stopped attacking him and looked down at the man rubbing at his burning eyes.

“How do I know that is true? Why would they do that?” I asked him.

“I don't know why, I just know they asked me to follow you, I swear. Their numbers are in my phone and everything, I work for Mr. Harold.” He replied, I gritted my teeth. Why the hell do they have someone following me around?

“Fuck, my eyes burn so bad.” He was still trying to blink. I sighed and told him to tip his head, milk helps the burning stop. I poured half my milk over his face to help soothe the burning eyes I gave him. He will definitely be bruised tomorrow.

“You can't blame me for attacking you, you don't follow a woman around the city and think she won't do anything.”

I didn't apologize, he was still seated on the ground but he wasn't fussing around so much. He was soaked in milk but he is coming around.