Brianna

“Is it my fault that he clearly can't keep his hands to himself?” Callan snapped.

“No, it isn't. But it also isn't your business.” His nostrils flared and his stance broadened.

“It is my business, everything in this city is my fucking business which makes you my business.” He growled.

“All of Port Harcourt, huh?” I taunted him.

“You have no idea.” He said confidently.

What does he mean? He always gives me these vague answers that leave me suspicious of how true they are and what else I am missing here.

“If you are going to stand here all night, I could have finished my shift.” I said,...