Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Do You Kill People?

Brianna

“I don't want him down here.” I warned Bryce as he tried to call Callan.

“If we are going to talk about this, we are going to do it the right way. This is Callan's family business, Brianna and you can't just go screaming around town that you know mafias.” He gave me his infamous attitude.

“Or I will get whacked? Isn't  that what the mafia does?” I clearly got my reference from movies.

“Oh, cut it out.” He waved me off, I heard him get on the phone and walked into his room.

I ended up stomping into myself and locked the door. I don't want to see Callan down here right now, I need to think clearly. I need to process this and my brother's full fledged criminal and so is the man I have a crush on. How many times have I been right there in Callan's grasp, he could have killed me if he wanted to. That was why he could shut down the empire state building and throw five thousand in my face. That was why he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty and beat the shit out of Ezekiel and threaten to kill him.

Oh my goodness, my heart stopped. What did they end up doing to him? I was afraid to even ask, I don't want to look at my brother any differently. But I don't know if I could stomach murder.

“Brianna?” I heard Bryce's voice outside the door.

“Callan is here, we want to talk to you.” He said calmly.

“I am not going out there until he leaves.” I said.

“Did you say that about me?” I heard Callan's voice.

“She doesn't want you here.” Bryce said and there was shuffling at the door and suddenly the knock was louder and heavier.

“Open the damn door, Brianna?” Callan insisted.

All those times he made big claims and threats, he was serious. He could carry them out, I had been right there in the mix of it without even realizing who I was attracted to. I knew he was a shade darker than others but I didn't mean it in this way. I don't know what I meant, maybe I didn't press it because subconsciously I didn't actually want to know the kind of person Callan really was. And Bryce too apparently.

“Dude, don't be all aggressive, that isn't helping your case, no freaking her out.” Bryce said to his friend.

These two men are military trained men, what the hell were they doing in the military anyway? Callan had this whole empire to run, yet he signed up. He told me once it was for tradition and then again, who knows what is even true and what is a lie they told to divert me from knowing the truth about who they are. Can I believe anything he has said to me?

“Brianna?” My brother said more sternly.

I ended up swinging the door open, which made both of them take a step back.

“You are criminals, it was right there in my face and like an idiot, I didn't see it. What do you actually do, Bryce? If he is the Don then you are somewhere at the top with him, it means you have done some fucked up shit, I know it.” I continued shouting at him.

He ushered me to the living room but I swatted him away. Callan's eyes were set directly on me and pinned me where I stood, he looked stern and almost angry. He shouldn't be angry, I should be.

“Sit down and take a breath, please. The conversation will go much easier if you aren't shouting at us the whole time.” Bryce dared to roll his eyes at me. I looked at Callan and really took in the sight of him standing there and his eyes never left mine as I studied him.

“So when said this building was secure and safe, what exactly was I safe from if the danger were standing in the room with me?” I snapped at him, his face took hard lines and his jaw tensed.

“Who said I was in danger?” He snapped back and I scoffed.

“You are in the mafia, the Don apparently. How aren't you dangerous?” I was perplexed.

“If you think I am so dangerous, why are you screaming at me?” He crossed his thick muscles arms over his chest.

“Because I am freaking out.” I snapped my hands at my side and teared up, I didn't mean to but I was overwhelmed. Bryce sighed and tried coming over to me.

Both of them were on one side of our slate coffee table in the living room and I was in front of the cream safe pushed up against the floor length window. Behind my back is the huge city and I am looking at two of the people who run it. I couldn't fathom it.

Bryce tried talking with me but he gave me a bullshit run around answer, telling me he didn't want me involved in the business. Therefore, he didn't want to tell me details about it, that felt like a cop out.

“Do you kill people?” I asked outright, Callan had just been glaring at me and Bryce kept huffing in frustration.

“It  is not like that,” that was all he said.

Isn't it though? When Bryce was exasperated enough, his friend stepped in.

“Brianna, all you need to know is that we are businessmen. What is our business doesn't concern you, Bryce is still your brother and I am still your brother's best friend. Nothing changed.” Callan tried to lay the line down for me.

“I don't know who you people are?” I snorted sardonically.

“I need some air, I am going out.”  I said to them.

“No, you aren't. I am not letting you wander Port Harcourt in the middle of the night because you are upset.” My brother shut the idea down.

“Fine, I will  go for a swim then.” I tried stomping off.

The building has a massive heated pool, if I have to stay in this building, then it is going to be somewhere other than my apartment or the damn penthouse.

“It is closed at this time.” Bryce informed me, I growled in frustration but Callan's deep voice cut in.

“The penthouse has twenty-four hours access, the card is upstairs.” He said before I got any more flustered.

He walked off to grab the card, so at least I know he won't try to stop me from getting away from them. My brother followed me into my closet while I dug around for my bikini I haven't touched since I came here.

“Listen, I am sorry I lied to you, alright? It is not really the type of news you drop on your baby sister a month after her returning to your life. I am here to take care of you, Brianna, I already told you that.” He tried to soften up to me, I just looked at him.

“By doing bad things? That is how you are going to take care of me?” I almost laughed, but not out of humor.

“I didn't talk shít to you about being a fucking stripper for a year, you really want to be a dick to me about my life choices? I have enough money to take care of us both, it is what I wanted and I got it done.” He started to raise his voice at me and my jaw dropped.

“You are going to compare being a stripper for a year to being a mafia for so many years? Are you sitting on me, Bryce? How dare you even bring that up.” I shoved him out of my way and he stomped off.

I changed to my bikini and threw a cover on and went out of my room and reached for the key from Callan. Bryce was in his room, he was pissed at me now. Instead of handing me the care, Callan lifted it out of my reach.

“After you blow off steam, we are talking.” He informed me, I shook my head at him.

“Bryce is my family, I have to accept him in some way. You? I don't need to accept the fact that you have lied to me about your whole life and who you are and that you are a dangerous criminal. I don't need to accept those facts about you.” I told him outright and I saw the fire flicker in his eyes in a whole new way from anything I have ever seen from him. He grabbed the fabric of my cover dress and pulled me into him.

It was strong enough to make me stumble forward, as he was already taking a step in my direction and our bodies collided.

“I have always been dangerous, how does that change anything related to knowing me and the time you have spent in my presence?” His tone was so deep and angry, it was almost baritone. I shivered at the contact and his consuming presence looming over me.