Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 208

Chapter 208: How Did He Find Us?

Brianna

“Good, don't talk to that man. I will contact the lawyer and see what he had to say about it. Is..is she alright?” He hesitated to ask her. Jane's eyes shifted to me and I looked away like I wasn't just listening.

“Hmm,” that was all she said. She covered the speaker and mouthed.

“Should I tell him that he knows your father?” My eyes went wide and I shook my head no repeatedly.

I remembered when Bryce told me he was suspicious that Callan was the one who beat my father up and sent him to the hospital. Not that I cared, I am glad I did it but I don't need Callan losing his temper and killing my father right when a detective is investigating me and a man of my past. It is too dangerous. When she hung up with her brother, I explained that fact to her and agreed I was one hundred percent right not to tell him. We got back to my apartment and she didn't want to leave me alone since I was so bothered. She also said she wanted to stay in case Callan wanted to talk, she could be the buffer because there is no reason I have to speak to him directly about any of this. I can talk to my brother and the lawyer.

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I could hear the voice in the kitchen talking and I got out of the bed and pressed my ear to the door to see what they were saying. It was late, I had been asleep but the voice woke me up and I could tell it was Bryce and Callan.

“I am not waiting, you see what happens when you don't let me handle things when they first come to us. We slacked with the Black Knight and we slacked with this detective prick. I am talking to my men above his pay grad and they will interven.” Callan was telling my brother in a low rumbling voice.

“Well, at least you aren't threatening to blow the head off and being reasonable for the first time in days.” Bryce said pointedly to his best friend as if he were referring to something specific.

“Do you want police sniffing around our operation? We already made a risky move with the Black Knights and I don't want to keep watch of another thing. I want the police out of my city or else, yes, I will handle it myself.” He warned my brother and my gut clenched.

He can make anything sound deadly. When she says he will handle things, it always sounds like much more of a threat than handling something should entail.

“She is home, right?” I heard the edge in Callan's voice.

“Yes, Callan. She is home.” I could just picture the expression on my brother's face just by his tone of voice.

“Is she really home or do you think she is home and she is lying to you again?” He threw a dig at Bryce.

“Fucking hell, Callan. You are a pain in my ass, you know that?” 

“I don't want her with Roy, Bryce. You said so yourself that you didn't want her involved in the mafia. She has already got us linking her to it and now you are going to let her get herself deeper into it.” Callan sounded calm but it is a false calm, I know that voice.

“I don't want to talk about this with you. Brianna will never be a topic you and I agree on.” Bryce replied.

The kitchen went quiet and I wish I could see the two of them right now. I don't want to make myself known though, it is rare I ever get to hear them talking without a filter on. Although, they haven't said enough yet, they mentioned the Black Knight in passing but I wished they talked more about everything. Who does Callan know who he thinks can stop this detective? I want to know everything but they always tell me nothing.

“This will be handled tomorrow.” Callan finally spoke. I heard his footsteps which means he was headed for the door.

“Callan?” My brother called and his voice made me quickly repress my ear against the door. I heard the footsteps paused.

“Is she still nothing to you?” Bryce tested his answer.

There was a long pause, my heart started beating faster in anticipation of what he might say. I am secretly wishing that he wouldn't say I am nothing to him, that I almost couldn't hear his final reply.

“Yes, Callan she is still nothing to me.” 

It felt like a punch to the gut, I don't know what I was expecting. I don't know why I thought he would make some grand confession that I mean the world to him. It is stupid that my eyes even found yet another tear for him. When the front door shut quietly, I saw the flash of the front door to my London apartment when it slammed in my face a few months ago. I hugged myself and walked back to the bed. She is still nothing to me. Why do I mean so little to people? He can still tear a hole through my heart and he can so easily say I am nothing. Inferior Brianna, she is nothing.

I hate this gaping hole in my heart, I hate feeling empty and I hate feeling this down on me because I will just start to think bad thoughts. You deserve to be punished Brianna, you deserved to cry Brianna. Stupid and bad Brianna. I pulled out my phone and wiped a tear. I pulled up the pictures I turned private on my phone, all the pictures I have with Callan in both London and France. He never shows his face but I still see him with me. Those shoulders, that tall frame and those hands. You can never hide those kind hands that stained me, I shouldn't look at this, I only made myself silently cry more. Tears wetting my pillow cases.

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The next morning, I called Jane to hang out with. I wanted to call Roy but I am afraid of Callan's threat that he might harm him. Jane and I spent the whole day shopping and she tried to cheer me up. She offered that I spend the night with her, to make me feel better but I have something to do relatively early the following. I had received a last minute text from Dontella's team about fitting to grab a dress for an upcoming event in the city that she wants me to go to. By the time I was heading home, I received a text message from an unknown number but the message got my attention.

'Brianna, it is Bryce. My phone is dead but come to the Emerald lounge and I will explain when you get here.’

I couldn't fathom why he would want me to go there unless it has something to do with the recent war and the danger that seems to be coming with it. I got nervous. Did something happen to him or Callan and he doesn't want to freak me out? Is there more danger? Does he not want me at the apartment alone? A million questions started running through my mind as I asked the lift driver if he could bring me to the club instead. It is getting late, so I know the club is either opening soon or already is open. I figured I shouldn't panic until I get there and see what my brother even needs. I tend to think the worst and it might not even be the bad. Who knows, maybe he is drunk and I have to drag him home like I did on his birthday.

I am certainly not dressed for the club, dressed hot but I am not going to be going to the club, just probably the office I know Bryce and Callan are often at. I think all I have to do to drop Bryce's name at the door and I have done that before, they let me in with no problem. That was actually the day I beat the poor guy with a gallon of milk and found out they had guards following me around in the street. When the driver pulled up to the sidewalk, I thanked him and stepped out. There was no line, so maybe the place isn't open just yet and things tend to happen late in Port Harcourt.

Before I could reach the bouncer, I felt a hand come down on my shoulder and when I turned around, it was like the floor fell out from beneath me and all the organs inside me dropped down with it. I stood stunned frozen. Standing just under Bryce's height with dark eyes and a proud chest stood the man I thought I would never see again. My father. What is he doing and how the hell did he find us? Did he hurt Bryce already?