Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Don't Hide From Me 

Brianna

“Brianna?” Callan's voice brought me back to him.

“Bryce isn't going to kill your father, nobody is. Maybe he just had an accident one day, anything can happen.” He told me, I blinked at him. What do I say to that?

“An accident?” I tipped my head.

“It is a crazy world out there, Brianna. Accidents happen all the time.” He replied, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear and I nodded my head.

“Maybe karma catches up to him.” I started speaking slowly, clearly the way Callan had been.

“Exactly,” he looked at me, but it made my gut flip. 

He looked deeply at me in a way I don't think he ever has before. I couldn't read it but there was something there, something that stirred me. Maybe, he still sees the fades of bruises. It made me look away and move my hair back into my face. When Bryce got a call that something was downstairs, he looked at me in confusion.

“Are you expecting a package?” He asked me, I shook my head no. But he huffed and said he would run down to see what it was.

As soon as Bryce left, Callan re-tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Don't hide from me.” He told me.

“Callan, stop, it is ugly.” I tried moving my hair again.

He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, my whole body clenched which hurt but I was too surprised to realize that because of Callan Harold just kissed my hand. I just looked at him because I was surprised by the gesture. Isn't this the guy who hates me? When he cupped my face a second time, my heart started beating out of my chest. What is he doing? He suddenly moved forward and closed the gap between us, his lips pressed against mine and my brain short circuited. Callan is kissing me? Is he really kissing me? I kissed him back, I couldn't help myself. His lips were soft and familiar, inviting. It wasn't a fast desperate kiss, it was actually slow and deeply sensual. He leaned further into the kiss until we heard the front door opening and then he just pulled away. Our eyes lingered on one another though, I had so many questions running through my head. Callan just licked his lips and turned to Bryce who was holding flowers.

“Who is that from?” I asked right away.

“Maybe Roy.” Bryec began to say but stopped and looked at Callan whose whole body tensed. I saw his fingers flex beside me.

“Open it,” Callan practically ordered. Bryce opened the card and frowned.

“Oh, no. It is not him.” He said.

“Who is it from?” I asked him. He just walked out of the room with the flowers which made Callan and I stand up and follow him. He shoved them into the garbage which really made me turn my head.

“Who was it from?” I had to ask again, he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

“Father,” he said and again that one word sent my inside into a tizzy. Gut dropping every time.

Callan's head snapped up and he bounded over to snatch the card from Bryce's hand. I watched his eyes dart across the note card and tighten his jaw as he read the massage. He slammed it down on the counter and just walked right out of the apartment. I looked at my brother confused and back at the front door left wide open.

“What was that?” I asked while heading towards the counter to grab the card.

“I think father is about to have an accident.” Bryce deadpanned.

My heart clenched. Is Callan about to kill my father? Why am I weirdly okay with that? I am more messed up than I thought but I have been saying to myself over and over again. When Callan stained my flesh with his inked hands and black heart, he somehow turned me a shade darker.

'Brianna, I am sorry you forced my hand but I hope you have realized by now that it was you who caused this. I forgive you, let's talk soon…Father.’

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Callan POV

Words can't express the feeling that passed through me on the day I found Brianna curled into the fetal position in my office at the Emerald lounge, all bloody and broken. I have been seeing red ever since, though I have had to keep that in a low simmer while my men search for Vicky Fletcher. The things I want to do to that man are the most harsh and vile things that can be done to another human being. And that says a lot seeing as I have gutted men. Vicky Fletcher deserves worse, touching her like that. My own Brianna, I want to tear him limb from limb. I want to break him.

I wanted to kill him the first time around, but Bryce was conflicted. I know I should have done it and yet I respected my friend's wishes anyway. This was the final straw for both of us, when Bryce saw his badly beaten sister, I saw something crack wide open behind those tormented eyes. It is the topic of his father that has always been a sensitive topic for him. I knew I was going to kill Vicky Fletcher one day or another, I didn't like how that man could still affect my best friend and Brianna without even being present in their lives. I don't like how Brianna always feared he would find her again, she said to me once, if he found me, he would probably try to kill me for daring to leave him and I see now how right she is. She told Bryce everything he said and he told me. Vicky told her that I beat him to a pulp and he called her a whore for being with me. Every new emerging detail just sets my sight red over and over again. That will be worse for him when I finally get to unleash this thing inside me. No more games, I am going to handle this the right way.

Vicky Fletcher is going to have an accident, I can't do my usual tactics of beating this man to death because people will have questions especially that idiot detective Nasa. So, this has to look like a standard freak accident. I wish I could torture the man, but I can't. Not in a physical way anyway

 I am creative though, so it is fine. I need a second man today to get things done the way I envisioned things getting completed. It can't be Bryce and I don't want to advertise this too much. So I told Angelo to come with me to handle something. When he realized we were driving to Philly, he realized what something meant or rather who it meant. Seeing that note attached to the flowers was my snapping point. He said he forgave her, blamed her for the beating and even had the balls to say they would talk soon. Not happening.

“How are we doing this?” Angel asked me on the way down.

“I am having a buddy in high places do me a favor. A text will be sent to the wife from her husband's phone saying Vicky wants her out of the house by the time he gets home. So he has the night to himself, Vicky is going to get a text from his wife asking him to hurry home. That will leave the house empty long enough for me to get inside. The rest you will see.” I replied.

“Well, why are we in a stolen car? He asked me and I smirked. That is a stupid fucking question.

“Because, I was never there.” 

I figure he knew exactly why I didn't bring my own car. Witness. My cousin left it alone after that though. He knew he would be watching this unfold and he would follow orders as I gave them to him. When I pulled up to the house, the place was already familiar to me. I have been here before, I have done this one already. We parked on the street so wouldn't alert Vicky, we saw his wife's car was gone but still I wanted to be careful that she wasn't still home. I know both parties received their texts by now because I timed it out. Yes, I know people who are capable of texting a phone and making it look like it came from someone else. I put one then both of my gloves on, murder gloves, Brianna once called it that. I nodded to Angelo to do the same, we got out of the car and went around the house to peek inside. No obvious movement, I am almost positive she is gone.

Then, I broke in. Cleanly, you would never know I had done anything, no evidence to leave people suspicious of anything. I made Gelo put a hood on and a half mask to only expose his eyes beyond all the black fabric. He is meant to stand behind me with his gun visible.