Callan

The more I walked towards Brianna, the more she walked backwards. We were in the living room now and Angelo could be heard knocking at the door.

“Brianna, don't play fucking stupid. Your trip.” I snarled at her. 

Recognition came over her face but then anger came through.

“What is it to you? Why are you yelling at me?” 

She is mad? I laughed sardonically which made her turn her back to me and try to walk into her room. I followed her.

“Brianna, you better fucking answer me. Where are you going? Why are you going to London?” I followed her. She was in the bedroom now and...