Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 244

Chapter 244: I Don't Trust You With Her

Callan

I know I couldn't keep lying to my best friend when it comes to his little sister and what she meant to me. We have had scraps in the past on this exact topic and it has never gone in my favor. I always end up punched in the face but this time, I am not fucking things up with Brianna and for one, she isn't going anywhere. We were really going to do this, be together. So, I got to talk to Bryce about it.

I know I am a prick, I know he has seen some of the worst sides of me and I get why he doesn't want me to date his sister but he has never stopped me before and he never will. Brianna Fletcher has me too far gone. I have tried fighting it for over a year but that only left me in a very dark miserable place. I was even more mean, more dangerous and even deranged. The day Brianna and I reconciled, she told me Hannah called her and admitted the drunk conversation I have had with her where I confessed some pretty deep seeded feeling towards the girl. Brianna and not Hannah.

I know what I did with Hannah was wrong, I knew it was even worse that Hannah was going to take care of the looming issue on her own. I almost told Brianna the truth of it, if I lie now then, I am starting a relationship based on a lie. This thing is that when I tried telling Brianna about it, she stopped me and told me she didn't want to know. 

What happened between Hannah and I the day I gutted Oscar alive, it is twisted and dark and it is not something I would ever want to tell Brianna and she gave me the out. She said she didn't want to know any of the details beyond that, I didn't have to tell Hannah was technically pregnant but would be terminating. It was a relief to me because I don't think I would survive a second or I guess a third time of Brianna wanting nothing to do with me. If she and I didn't work out, that fire..no.

So, since the Hannah issue was in the past, I headed to my best friend's apartment because I knew Brianna was on a job and he would be alone. I texted him to give him a heads up, so I barely had to even knock. By the time I was at the door, he was already opening it and his hair was half sticking up and he was in sweatpants.

“Were you sleeping?” I asked him as he stepped back to let me in. We didn't have work today, so I was also in casual wear.

“Just laying down, it was a late night for me.” He smirked. I chuckled, knowing what kept him up all night or rather who.

“So, what is the house visit about?” He cut to the chase when he waved me over to the living room. I didn't sit, instead I went to the large glass panes and looked out at the very blue sky today.

“It is about your sister.” I decided not to beat around the bush. I fucking hate when people don't get to the poin when talking to me.

In the quiet, I was forced to turn back around. Bryce was standing awkwardly between his sofa and his coffee table, waiting and stiffening.

“Callan?” He already huffed. At least, he didn't look pissed yet. He was swinging first, asking questions later the last time we breached this topic.

“Look, hit me if you must but Brianna and I resolved our shit. We are..uh.” I felt fucking weird talking to my buddy about this. I hate talking.

I watched Bryce's jaw jump with the tick of aggravation, he didn't say anything though which I wasn't expecting. It left us in a strange silence that settled between us, waiting for the other to say the next thing. When he didn't, I did.

“I like your sister, man. More than like and I think that has been made obvious enough. We are going to try it.” That was how I put it, I am not going to go gushing about my goddamn feeling. He had seen the tyrant I have been since leaving London last year.

He saw the time where I wasn't fucking miserable and he knows now that those were the time I was secretly with her. He saw Brianna and me have that blow out where I confessed some shit I didn't even know was true until I said it. I needed he to say yes. It wasn't about her leaving work for me, it wasn't and me trying to be selfish. I had felt vulnerable for asking that of a person, so I needed her to say yes because I was so raw that I couldn't fucking handle anything other than a yes. I couldn't do another two months of waiting, it had been eating away at me. Of course, leaving Brianna altogether ended up proving to be so much worse, I assumed I would get over the affliction. Out of sight, out of mind, that is not how that went down though.

Bryce knows I blew up the day I thought Brianna was going to London for months, he is not a stupid man. He has seen enough to know that when I say I am going to date his sister, I meant it. I might be a man whore prick but he has seen enough to know there was only one girl that I have wanted for a very long time now. That other pussy were meaningless when the names and faces all blendned into one consistent blur of fucking and cuming. No heat, no passion, just fucking and releasing. With Brianna though.

“I knew this was coming.” Bryce finally muttered.

He was shoving his fingers through his unruly hair and huffing but he wasn't pissed. Not like how he has been in the past.

“Callan, I know she matters to you, I at least know that much but you can't be how you were, not with her. If you want me to take you seriously, you can't fuck around with other girls or go giving my little sister false hopes. If you hurt her, I swear to god, I will hurt you worse. I don't like this but..” I saw conflict flicker behind his eyes.

He went quiet and I didn't know what to say, so the silence surfaced again.

“I trust you with my life, man but I don't trust you with her. I will say that, if I go to go punching you once a month to remind you of that fact and keep you in line with her, I will.” He puffed his chest out, being the protective brother. He hates that he is saying yes but he is saying yes. Yes that I can date his sister.

“Yes, alright, man. You can do that.” I humored him with a flat sarcastic okay.

“Fuck, man. Why her?” He huffed and snorted at the same time but the question seemed rhetorical.

“So, you are not going to fist fight me?” I was still waiting for the punch but nothing.

“I knew this was coming, I saw the blow out and I saw how you have both been acting. I mean, fuck, what else can I say about it? I don't like it, but I don't think I could stop it either.” He was frustrated but conceded.

“No, you couldn't.” I warned him that this assumption was correct. He can't stop me, he can hit me but he can't stop me. Brianna Fletcher belongs with me.