Callan

“We speak, yes.” Brianna said. She looked sheepish, and it was pissing me off.

“Speak?” I chuckled sardonically.

“You fúck,” I spat out the truth of it. Just thinking about this guy's hands all over her body makes me see red with rage. I would love to break every bone in his hand like I did to her ex.

“You screw everyone.” She scoffed at me. I know it is true but this still fucking bothers me. I hate the damn thought of it, especially him. I know him, he works for me and we were friends.

“Brianna, you aren't seeing him again.” I warned her. She straightened her...