Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 61

Chapter 61: I Will Make RespondTo Me

Callan

“If you breathe a word of this, even in your sleep, I will fúcking kill you. Got it?” I asked David before telling him what I wanted for him. He just nodded along.

“Are you friends with Brianna Facebook or whatever the fuck whe has always talking posting on?” 

I felt fucking ridiculous even asking this out loud, he looked nervous to respond to me, like maybe he thought I would be mad if they were friends online.

“Umm…yes, she asked me to follow her page.” He admitted quickly.

“Good, give it to me.” I reiterated my first post, he opened the app for me and pulled up her page.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, walking towards the chair across the desk. He soothed down his slick hair and eyeballed me.

“Mind your business.” I said to him, I saw her most recent post, things like her outfit and some of the girls at the tattoo shop. She calls it an aesthetic page or whatever, she mostly does fashion stuff and I don't know what I was looking for but I was looking for something.

I idoled over one post that surprised me, it was her sketches of designs she crested after being inspired by the exhibit I had brought her to. She is talented, more talent than I realized and I don't know the event affected her this way. I saw how happy she was but I didn't know she came home after our long, interesting nig and created these dress design that are honestly stunning. I saw comments on all her pictures, she has got a lot of people following her on the page. When I saw one comment in particular, it stood out to me, some asshole named Chase was a constant on her feed. He left some flirty ass comment on her last post.

“Who is this?” I held the ecrewb towards David.

“Umm, I don't know, you would have to click on the page.” He replied, and when I did, I saw it was private and that made me grit my teeth.

“How far back does this thing go?” I asked.

“Since you moved here, I believed. I haven't gone through her whole feed or anything.” He made sure to let me know.

I decided to scroll back as far as I could, I started seeing parts of her life in Asaba and her fashion school and shitty apartment. She had all these friends even though when I asked her, she told me she hasn't left anyone behind. If that was true, then who the hell is this Chase character that is all over her page. He comments on everything, but he is also in her picture. Intimate pictures, not just group one. Muttering under my breath, I read one of the comments.

“Look at this asshole.” I slid the phone across my desk to him, he leaned over and scanned it but I snatched it back before he could touch it.

Pictures of her and some blondes, of her and this Chase guy holding hands, amongst other things. This whole life she claimed she didn't have there. I was hooked, I ended up lookin through the whole thing and it was not that long seeing as she said she wiped her social media after she left Ezekiel. Still, it was a piece of her I hadn't experienced, a glimpse into some other life.

“Why do I see the same few people commenting? I see she has a lot of comments?” I asked David.

He waited patiently across the desk from me, he didn't dare alter his expression but I know he must be wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I would like to know that myself.

“She has too many followers, so it usually shows the comments of the people she actually followed back. Like her friends and stuff.”

I scratched at my stubble, looking up at him slumber with his belly hanging against his belt.

“And what do you know about it? You are always driving her around, so I am sure she talks to you.” I arched a dark brow at him, he strengthened in his chair.

“No, sir, not on such a personal level. You asked me not to.” He tried reminding me.

I had told if she sat up front and got too friendly with him that I would knock his head in. I guess he took it to heart, I made him take her around but it doesn't mean I want them to become friends. He is working for me and Bryce which means he is working for her as well. He better treat her accordingly.

“Well, maybe you have a new task from me. Get to know her, I want to know what she is up to.” I said to him and he shifted in his seat.

“Is something wrong? Mr. Fletcher hasn't shown concern for anything endangering her. Is there something I should know?” He asked, I clenched my fist.

“Just do as you were told and keep Bryce out of it.” 

I gritted my teeth at myself, I am acting like an idiot and I don't like it. It is just a matter of control. Once I have control over the situation, I won't care anymore. Things will end on my terms.

“Sir?” He called, clearing his throat and when his eyes looked down at the phone I still had in my hands, I realized what he was waiting for.

“Look what this prick wrote.” I snorted, keeping the phone with me.

He ended up rounding the desk and we talked about it. He helped me look through some of the friend's pages which weren't private. Most of them weren't, they all put on a show, making themselves self important. This Chase guy is the one asshok while I could see, I saw him throughout the other accounts though, and I have a feel for the guy. He doesn't seem crazy like Ezekiel but she lied to me when she said she had no other boyfriend. He was clearly something to her. Why did she lie? That only irks me more. 

Once I realized I was gossiping with one of my fucjjn goons about a bunch of city twenty-something years old, I banged my fist on the table and shoved the phone back at him.

“I have work to do.” I snapped, even though I know it is my fault and he knows it too, but he had never called me out on it. He will take the blame for my stalking this goddamn girl.

“Enough,” I said out loud, to both of us and he nodded and then quietly excited the room.

I don't want to know what he thinks of me now, I am more comfortable gutting a man than facing a man who was watching me look through a girl's page to creep on her. The whole thing is fucking ridiculous.

For the rest of the day, I kept busy so I could avoid thinking about what I did today. I honestly feel less contemplative about murder, I really do. I worked late and when I got home, I went to the private gym they offer here and worked out. Even though I already had this morning, it was my routine. Wake up, work out, come shower and jerk off to clear my head and then dress, eat breakfast and start my day. It is like clock work.

By the time I came back to the house, I had already decided on something. Brianna might pretend she wants to shut me out, but I know something she won't resist if I bring it up to her. I am going to make her respond to me and then I am going to be the one to end things. Like there is even nothing to end. There isn't, still, I know something she can't refuse, so I called her.