Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Can I Come Up?

Callan

I set the scene and leave the obvious evidence that Vicky Fletcher texted his wife she better not be home when he gets there. She listened because that is all she has ever done. She listened to her husband and let him abuse both her and her children. Then Vicky came home and went on bender, he drank too much and then got behind the wheel of his car. There just so happens to be a trick curve on a road that has a large pole and a steep ditch. Wow, what are the odds? He drove his car there and crashed, the car flipped. Vicky died.

“He had passed out.” Angel called me.

“I will drive his car and you drive mine behind me. I might hit a curb or two to really set the scene.” I let him know.

“You freak me out with how good you are at this shit.” He shook his head. I even looked through his phone to see how he typically speaks to his wife because I didn't want the text to stand out.

He doesn't use periods after a sentence, all this matters. It is the small detail that makes a case or un-makes a case because this won't look suspicious at all. Vicky was in an accident, nothing to investigate. I texted his wife and misspelled a few things. I called her a few names like I have seen in past texts. She asked if he was angry with her and why, I didn't respond. I tucked his phone into his pocket and I carried him to the passenger side of the car. We drove to the road with the ditch and I had Angelo help me move him to the driver's seat. The liquor was in the car with him, he was waking up and started groaning and trying to push at us. I strapped his seatbelt in and dropped a cinder block on the gas pedal. The fucking car flew down the curve and sure enough his car flipped. I went down the ditch to make sure the car looked bad enough, I grabbed the cinder block and gave it to Angelo.

“Fuck, he is still alive.” Angelo's eyes bulged out of his head when he heard the faint groan.

“He had crushed, Angelo. He will die.” I nodded to him and then I watched.

I bent over so I could see Vicky thrown half out of the car and I stepped on the door to crush him more. A wheezing and a gurgling came, he choked up blood and then he twitched a little bit.

“I will see you in hell, Vicky Fletcher.”

I had been sure to wipe down the wheel and make any sign of my presence disappear, so I went up the ditch and got into the stolen car. Angelo started driving, but glanced at me a few times since I hadn't said anything.

“Are you good?” He asked, I chuckled.

“I think that runs pretty smoothly.” I shrugged.

“But it took a dark turn.” He glanced at me again.

“When does it not take a dark turn? It is a murder.” I arched a brow at him.

“I guess since it is Bryce and Brianna's father, I just wanted to see where your head was at with it.” He shrugged.

“I have never felt better. Brianna can breathe now and Bryce can release all the guilt. It is a good thing.” I looked at him pointedly. He pressed his lips together.

“But we aren't telling them how this went down, right?”

I removed my murder gloves and tucked them into my pocket.

“It was just an accident, Gelo. What is there to tell?” I smirked and looked out the window.

If hell really is a true place, then when I get there, it is going to be like a fucking carnival for me. I have sent many men there, I will probably send more, including myself.

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**Brianna POV**

I looked down at my phone and back to my brother. Neither of us said anything for a minute.

“Auntie said he was drunk and filled his car in that tricky road.” He told me and nodded.

“An accident then?” I glance up at him from the text message and miss voicemail from the very limited family members we were still in contact with.

“Yes,” he leaned back on our sofa, but I could feel him studying me.

He wants to see if I regret letting Callan walk out of here with the intention of killing my father. Forgive me god, but I don't regret it, I feel relieved and that is so awful to even say out loud so, I won't but I am. I am relieved. He will never get me again, he has gone and I can breathe easy.

“Mother is going to be a mess.” I finished speaking up. I leaned back on the sofa next to my brother.

“Yes, she will have to figure out life without Vicky Fletcher. She doesn't deserve our kindness, so don't go poking around there and now that it is just her.” He told me.

“She will just pretend she regretted it, but she is as messed up in the head as he is.” He reminded me.

“He was,” I corrected him, he tipped his head in confusion so I clarified.

“You said as messed up as he is but he is dead, Bryce. So I said ‘was’, past tense.” He hummed at the realization.

The funeral, Bryce and I discussed it and we aren't going. I know my family will be very angry with us but that environment isn't good for us, they will try to guilt trip us and try to get us to reconnect with our mother and Bryce is right. She is messed up in the head too, just because he is gone doesn't mean she is suddenly a sane person. If anything, she will be crazier because she loved that son of a bitch so much. Is it even love though? More so an obsession, love shouldn't be so destructive. I wiped one quick tear from my cheek but my brother saw it and he placed his hand on my shoulder and leaned forward to see my face.

“I am not upset, I am just a little shocked and overwhelmed.” I told him quickly. He nodded in understanding but squeezed my shoulder lightly.

“It doesn't matter what any of them end up thinking about us, it doesn't matter what happens to any of them. It is me and you, kiddos. It always has been.” He reminded me, I laughed lightly and nodded.

Scooting over, I laid my head on his shoulder and we sat quietly for a minute.

“Will you be alright if I go out for a bit?” He asked me, I told him I was fine and he studied me to be sure but I must have passed the test because he got up and eventually left. And I don't know what possessed me to do it, I don't but I took my phone out and I dialed a number I thought I would never dial again. I haven't seen Callan since he stormed out after reading the flower notes. I called him.

“Who is this?” A deep voice asked right away. He doesn't have any number saved anymore. He deleted it, of course he did. I am stupid I shouldn't have called. When I didn't immediately say anything, he oddly figured out who it was.

“Brianna?” He asked right away. Maybe he remembered some of my phone numbers and he started to recognize who it could be.

“Are you home?” I asked him. He was the one who went quiet now.

“Yes,” he said in a voice that sounded hesitant or something.

“Can I come up real quick?” I asked and he didn't hesitate this time to answer yes.

I hung up and took a calming breath, it will be fine. I stood up and left the apartment, I went to the private penthouse elevator and I entered the code to lead me upstairs. I haven't done this in a very long time, the code is still the same though and I still remember it by heart. When he heard the ping of the elevator, he started heading over. I could tell he had no idea why I asked to come up and I think he thinks I am about to yell at him for murdering my father. When we met halfway into the foyer, we both just stood and looked at each other from a few feet away. I am not sure why I came up.

“My father was in a car accident. He is dead.” I told him. He swiped a hand down his jaw and his eyes were studying every inch of me, trying to read me.

“Tragic,” he said plainly.

“And how do you feel about that?” He asked when I just didn't say anything else. I glanced down at my feet and bit my cheek.

“Relived,” I finally whispered.