Betrothed To An Alpha? I Don't Think So!
Chapter 42: I’ll Call It Off

Chapter 42: I’ll Call It Off

"Hand the phone over to me," Preston said to Lyra, who was seated opposite him in the living room.

Brandon was present as well, watching as Lyra stood to her feet and handed him the phone. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Calling off the hit I placed on her." Preston looked at him.

Silence fell within the room. Brandon waited, expecting him to say it was a joke, but when Preston said nothing and instead was focused on the phone he was browsing through, he chuckled.

"Preston...you’re joking...right?"

"Meaning?" Preston raised a brow at him.

"Are you kidding me?" Brandon snapped his gaze over to Lyra. "You were aware of this too?"

"So?" Lyra asked.

"So?" He was in disbelief at the two. "Are you fucking with me? She’s our sister! How could you call a hit on her—"

"Our sister?"

The voice belonged to Preston, vibrating.

"Are you sure about that, Brandon?"

Lyra laughed at his words, holding a mocking expression towards Brandon. "Why are you acting clueless? You can’t tell me you didn’t know Preston would resort to this after that day in the office. I mean, we didn’t say a word, but I’m pretty sure we all came to an agreement."

"No." Brandon shook his head, standing to his feet. "This is too far. Preston, you are going too far!"

"Are you talking to me?" Preston narrowed his eyes on him. "Brandon."

"Yes, I am talking to you, Preston," he emphasized his name.

Preston rose to his feet, tossing the phone aside. He stepped up to him, into his space, but Brandon didn’t back down. Instead, he asked, "What? Do you want to fight me?"

"Respect yourself, Brandon," Preston warned.

"And who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?" Brandon questioned. "Listen, just because I’m on your side doesn’t mean I’m your dog or that I follow you like one. Preston, I only respect you because you’re my older brother, nothing more. I’m not afraid of you and I’ll never be. Do you know what that means? It’s mean that I’ll tell you to your face that you’re a damn monster."

"Brandon!—"

"Are you joking?!" he snapped, balling his hands into fists. "Evelyn is our sister whether you accept it or not. Our father raised her as his own. She called him father just like we did. And he saw her as his daughter. I get it, you’re angry about the corporation and I agree you deserve that cooperation more than she does. But to call a hit on her? Preston, you’re trying to kill our sister over a corporation. TDG?"

"No." He took a step back, shaking his head in disagreement. "No. I don’t support this bullshit. You two are fucking INSANE!"

Before any of them could utter away to him, he spun on his heel, storming his way out of the room. "I’m not a part of this madness and I’ll never be!"

He slammed the door shut.

"What a coward," Preston spat with pure vitriol in his tone.

Lyra came up beside him, her arm dropping against his shoulder. She tilted her head. "I don’t think we should trust Brandon."

"He’s just acting out. Both of us know he’s always had a soft spot for her."

"That’s the problem." She frowned up at him. "He has a soft spot for her unlike both of us. What if he stabs us in the back? Preston, that bitch slapped me earlier today in the hospital, and Brandon couldn’t do a thing. He blamed me instead. Can you imagine?"

Preston’s face fell. He said crossly, "Brandon would never stab me in the back, Lyra."

"Are you really sure about that?" Lyra pressed. "Because I don’t trust him one bit. He’s always been this way. Acting like we’re the monsters. The only difference now is that he could tell you that to your face. And you’re just going to let it happen? You’re going to trust him regardless of his behaviour. Maybe you’re not as smart as you think—-"

"Lyra!" Preston shot her a withering glare.

She shrugged. "I’m being nothing but honest. If you know what’s best for you, cut Brandon out of any plan that we’re going to make. Or else, I see nothing but disaster coming for you."

He balled his hands into tight fists and picked up the cell phone from the sofa.

"Why are you even calling off the hit?" Lyra asked all of a sudden.

He looked at her. "Don’t you get it?"

"Get what?"

"Killing her now won’t benefit me in any way. She wrote that bastard down as her successor. If I were to kill her, he’d take over TDG. And with him running, there is barely a zero point one percent chance of me getting that company. This is Zayne Mancini we’re talking about."

"So, you’re...really going to call off the hit?"

"Yes?" Preston responded. Then he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why? Do you have a problem with it, or are you doing something behind my back?"

"Of course not!"

Lyra rolled her eyes, scoffing crossly.

"There is no one more loyal to you than me. And the quicker you understand that, the better."

Preston gazed at her. He drew a soft breath and dropped onto the couch. "I’m calling off the hit on her, doesn’t mean I’m done with her. She thinks she has won, but don’t worry...the real war begins tomorrow."

.....

The phone call vibrated into the phone Lyra had by her side. She averted her gaze from the road for a second, answering.

[Lyra, I’m so sorry! I hadn’t meant to miss your calls]

"Don’t speak my name, Cesare!"

[Calm down, love. I was in a meeting. That is the reason I couldn’t—]

"I don’t care what stupid meeting you were in. That isn’t why I’ve called you."

[What do you want, Bambino? I’ll do anything for you. You should know that by now]

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, hands gripping tighter on the steering wheel.

"The hit on Evelyn, call it off."

[What?]

"I want you to call it off."

[Amore, this is absurd. I can’t do that]

"Well, you’re going to have to!" Lyra spat, growing antsier with every moment. "We don’t need her dead for now. Preston has a different plan."

[I paid five million for this, Lyra. Who asks for a refund from a sniper? One that is Ezekial? He’s a professional, I can’t just do that]

"I don’t care who he is, Cesare. Preston doesn’t know I placed a hit on her too, don’t you get it? And I don’t need him to know. He says he has a different plan, so call it off for now. And I mean. Now. Or you and I are—"

[Fine. Fine, I’ll call it off. There is no need to lose your temper]

She didn’t bother responding, hanging up with a frustrated look on her face. "You better have a good plan, Preston! Or else!"

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