Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Don't Speak To Me 

Callan

I was leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette that I desperately needed. The past two days have been some of the most stressful ones, since the second that car exploded, and now when all has gone quiet, I lost my mind when that bomb went off. I wanted them dead in the most sadistic of ways, I wanted it to stand out. I got a couple of men together and silently we cemented the doors and windows so they weren't easily broken through. So they couldn't escape.

I had one of my men make me a little bomb of my own, I know people. When the thing went off, it wasn't meant to kill anybody, it was the igniter of the fire. I watched the thing catch little a wick and I stayed while it burned. Not visibly, but I could see it from the set up I had down the road through the window of a currently vacant house. It is for sale, the chaos was marvelous and everyone was dead. The shooting in Buguma didn't make news here yet anyway. They would never know the two were connected unless the identities of those charred bodies were linked back to the mafia, which they haven't been yet. Bryce said they brought military grade machine guns and shut through Blank Knight's pub window and the storefront they own. They went to the house that was known to us as a sign of location where many of them have been seen going in and out of. Whatever it is, I don't care. I wanted bullets to fly into buildings and scare people.

We didn't know how many were dead or injured but the news channel gives a ballpark number. They said things were still under investigation, so they didn't say much. That was because the people hurt are mafia people, no children or anything. That was not my style. Still, we made a lot of noise and I know they are pissed but I want them to know that I can retaliate within the same day that they strike me. I am that powerful, I have enough men to descend all of Buguma, their parts at least and I could cause some real damage. I really can if it gets to that point.

I was also smoking because my gut has been burning since Brianna left my office. I wasn't expecting to see her, who is she to keep barging into my establishment. Doesn't she know I don't want her here? I kept hearing her little voice saying ‘both of you' when she told her brother she wanted him safe. What the fúck should she care about my damn safety? I told myself I wasn't going to let this bother me, I buried it seven months ago but Brianna Fletcher has always known how to get under my skin and her popping up everywhere is a good way to start doing it. If I see her in my place again, I will kick her out. I definitely will. 

When I crushed my cigarettes out, I went upstairs to the penthouse. I have a little fucking cuts all over my arms and torso because of the blast the other day and it is irksome to see the reminder in the mirror. I undressed and just plopped on the bed, I am tired. I picked up my phone when a thought crossed my mind, one I didn't let myself have for many months now. I lingered on the idea for a moment as I pulled the camera roll up and scrolled up to see it. The sexy videos Brianna let me take of her when she let me cum on her ass and tape it. So, I could jerk off to it while she was still living away. I didn't delete it, but I stopped letting myself use it or look at it. I have been successful for months and yet I have this deep urge to click on this goddamn video right now. Maybe it was her little voice that reminds me of the video, she can always sound breathy in a way that makes my dick twitch. I clicked it against my better judgement and watched.

She was laying on the mattress, stomach down so that her ass and back were the main focus. She had her sex hair tousled, covering half of her face while she glanced at me from over her shoulder in a sexy way. My right hand was filming but my other hand had rubbed up and down her thighs where I was kneading her flesh, before moving higher to the hip. I gripped it and lifted her ass slightly, so I could see my cum spread across it. I had cum across her ass and even up the small of her back. She looked so fucking good laying beneath me that way. I ran my thumb across a portion of her ass that wasn't covered in my cum and muttered.

'Did you like that, baby girl?’ In her breathy and sexy little voice she replied.

'Yes, I liked that.’ she batted her full lashes at me and bit her sexy lips. I filmed for another few seconds of me caressing her body before the video ended.

I played it again. I hated myself for even fucking looking at it, to have this view of her only fills my head with reminder of how many times I was above her just like I was in the video. Looking down at the sexy body, while she batted those sweeping lashes at me. While those eyes looked at me with something in them that I could never figure out.

'Yes, I liked it.’ her voice played again through the video.

My dick had already swelled at the sight of her dirty with my markings, my fucking claim on he. Now, it just throbbed at the sound of that voice telling me she liked that. Fucking pathetic. I fisted my dick and started jerking it, I let it play again and again while I worked myself up to my release.

'Did you like it, baby girl?’ I jerked myself harder in frustration and release when I heard her little voice respond again.

Fuck, I threw my phone half way across my bed and slammed my fist down on the mattress. I need to delete that stupif fucking video. As I wiped myself down, I was pissed at myself for doing it again. I haven't in months, I deleted my conversation with her and I even deleted her number so I wouldn't crack. I only have the video and those pictures saved, too many pictures. I should have also deleted them a long time ago but still, I don't have her phone number and I don't give myself access to her aside from the surveillance I had gotten of her with that fucking idiot London man, Andrew, whatever the fuck his name was.

When I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror, I didn't like what was looking back at me. Cuts everywhere, dead eyes and this fucking fire I can't put on inside me. I can almost see it through my own reflection, I need another cigarette. I don't like smoking in the house but maybe if I turn the bathroom vent on, I can stand beside it and I won't have to go downstairs again. Besides, I know she is out tonight and I don't want to be standing out there and running into the girl again. I don't want to see Brianna Fletcher, she needs to stays the fuck away from me and if she doesn't get that message yet, the next time she comes around, I will make it damn clear.

***

Everything with work was stressful, we were on high alert for any more attacks. We needed extra protection for our shipment and I was a big target and I knew it. I knew they wanted me dead, especially that bastard I broke his engagement. I was on my way out of my house when Bryce asked me to use the spare key to grab something for him in his room before I left. He was already at the place where the meeting was going to go down, he told me nobody was home, so I said sure and used the spare key to get in his apartment. I went to his room and grabbed it but on my way to the room, cauy sight of her. What the fúck, Bryce!

“Callan?” She paused in her step, clearly having heard the door and thinking her brother was home. I gritted my teeth and just started heading for the door. I don't need to talk to her.

“Umm, okay?” Her soft voice set something off inside me. I had made it to the door but whirled around which I could see she wasn't expecting by the way she flinched back.

“Don't speak to me.” I gritted out, I was going to leave it there but looking at her in that little pajamas set, just broke the floodgates.