Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Is He Checking Me Out?

Callan

My damn shirt is half unbuttoned from the alterations and I have blood splatter on me. I have to go change clothes and maybe ice my knuckles if I don't want them so obviously bruised. I wouldn't care if not for my legal business meeting I have tomorrow, it involves my legal establishment which means it is not mafia related at all.

“Hell, that was wild.” Bryce huffed as we slipped into the car.

I could barely see people coming out of stores and houses to see what commotion had gone on, we drove opposite that way so nobody caught any glimpse of our faces. Like I said, I know enough people where this won't stick to us but still I like to keep my profile low. It is why we met at an establishment I didn't own, the fallback isn't on me or my men.

“This is going to be a huge problem.” Angelo pointed out.

It was David that was driving and I was up front with him. I didn't bother turning around when I spoke.

“He fucked himself over the second he slammed the gun down on the table between us, the rest is justified.” I muttered.

Bryce and my cousin continue to talk about it but I just pull out my phone to make a few necessary calls to wrap up some loose ends. When we got to my building, Bryce and I stepped out. I opened my mouth to say something to my left hand man but we were both stopped when his sister suddenly appeared in front of us. She paused as she took in our condition which was still disheveled even though we did sort ourselves out a bit. I couldn't exactly hide the blood splatter from shooting a man twice, it wasn't very much though and I could play it off as a common scuffle between men.

“Oh my goodness, what the hell happened?” She rushed forward to us. Brianna looked at her brother up and down and then myself.

“It is nothing.” He waved her off and I kept silent.

She must be on her way to work but of course she had to run into us first and when I swipe my hand down my jaw, her eyes caught on my knuckles. She almost reached out but stopped herself.

“Are you okay?” Her eyes darted between me and her brother.

I must look ridiculous with buttons ripped off my damn shirt and I am sure that my hair isn't combed at all. We had rolled all around and had thrown punches and grabbed at each other. I think I have a scratch under my ear from where the little bitch tried to claw away from me.

“I told you, we were fine, kiddo.” He said and patted her shoulder, then moved so he could go around her and inside the building.

Damn it, she looks hot as all hell today. I made sure to look away from her and ignore her as I entered the building as well. She huffed from our dismissal of her but I just continued walking to my apartment.

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Brianna POV.

It has been one month now that I have been living in this city. I like my job and my coworkers are honestly my friends now. I have gone out with them on the weekend which gives me something to do aside from sitting in my usual empty apartment. My brother isn't around as much as I would like, we haven't gone anywhere together but he says I just caught him at a really busy time during work. I figured he will eventually do as promised.

Within this one month, I have only gotten a few more threats from Ezekiel, it has seemed to die down which doesn't even soothe me. It actually makes me more nervous. Why has he stopped? I don't think it is a good thing. I know him well enough to know he wouldn't just drop it and I feared he was going to contact my brother. I went as far as using my brother's phone last week to program Ezekiel's number just so I could block it to be sure no message would come through. That isn't the only way to contact someone though so if he was determined enough maybe he would get through to him. Maybe he really would send photos of me from the past.

It is another Friday night and I am going out with the crew again. It was a bar type so I decided to wear a sexy blue satin slip dress but dressed it down by throwing a black leather jacket. I played up my eyes with a lined upper lid and curled lashes to enhance their foxy shape. I kept a nude lips and some soft blush to brighten my face up and my hair was worn parted in the middle with soft curled ends. I was going to pick up my Zaveri so I was waiting in the living room for him to text me that he was around and when I heard the jiggling of the lock, I knew my brother was home. I hadn't seen him all day.

“Hey,” I greeted with a smile, my heels clacking on the floor made an echo sound. He stopped to inspect me and the man behind him and my gut clenched when I realized Callan was with him.

“Wow, all dressed up. Where are you heading to?” He asked.

“I am going out with Zaveri and the crew.” I tried prying my eyes away from Callan and over to my brother who was putting some of his things down.

Callan looks so delicious as ever in his dark suit and pink button down shirt. His collar was pinned down stylishly with a small chain and those eyes are so unique. You could drown in them if you could handle his intense gaze for that long. Right now, they looked more sultry than anything. Is he checking me out? Maybe he was looking on disapprovingly, the dress is a bit short and my legs are displayed this way. His body language didn't give anything away, his blazing gaze did and his posture was relaxed, though he stood in a wide stance waiting there for my brother. I noticed Bryce was just grabbing some things and they would be heading out again. My heart skipped a beat as I Callan's intense gaze burned me and when my phone buzzed, I glanced down and saw it was Zaveri.

“Tell my brother I say goodbye.” I said to the handsome scary man in front of me.

When I motioned to walk past him, he eyed my legs as they walked in these beautiful heels and then his hand jutted out and stopped me in my tracks. His large rough hand came to my upper arms to stop me from passing him, leaning his head to angle his mouth closer to my ear as he spoke in his deep voice.

“That is the kind of dress that brings nothing but trouble.” He muttered.

I wasn't sure if it was a warning, his disapproval or an observation but I peeked up at him through my lashes since his hand was still technically holding me beside him. His touch was heating my pussy even though it was as innocent as this.