Chasing His Brother's Bride
Chasing His Brother’s Bride – Chapter 55

Brix made a face as he and Malik exited the airport hangar. Malik was still complaining about leaving Jolie in the bed this morning. They had taken a quick flight to Vegas to deal with an issue at the resort owned by the family. It was a situation which had required him to deal with it in person, making sure a man who owed a debt to the family was aware the new Cacciola Don was not going to let things slide. Word would get out he wasn’t going to be any less of a force than his father had been before him.

Now they were back in Boston and it was coming on seven local time.

“f**k,” Malik grunted and came to a standstill as they approached the SUV.

“What?” Brix turned to him.

“We need to make a detour to the realty office.”

“Why?”

He held up his phone which showed the alert the side door had been opened. “Someone is in the building.”

“Who?” Brix knew Malik was checking video surveillance on his phone as they slid into the back of the vehicle.

“That b***h Macey is letting the FBI in.”

“Didn’t you change her access?”

“I did and I had the guys take her keys from her. I’m not sure where she got another key but she’s through the side door but the alarm she can’t reset because we changed her access. It’s why I’m getting an alert.”

“Does she know this?”

“Nope.”

“It’s an illegal search.” Brix pursed his lips and then frowned, “he’s not going to replace anything there because I wouldn’t dare put Cacciola business in a Beckwith building but his search is illegal. He knows it’s illegal. Even if I had ten bodies in the building, he couldn’t use any of it. What is his goal?”

“I don’t know. Let’s go ask him.”

They made the drive to the office while Brix called Jolie.

“Hey Brix.”

“Hey beautiful. We’re going to be late to dinner.”

“Oh.”

“I know you’re disappointed. I am too.”

“Are you still in the air?” her voice seemed sad to him.

“No. We’re in Boston. We were about to come home when we got notification Macey let FBI agent Jax into the office. We need to go kick them out.”

“He can’t go in without a warrant.”

“We agree. It shouldn’t take us long and then we’ll be home.”

“Do you want me to hold dinner?”

“Did you cook?” he asked teasingly.

“No. Rosa and Kendall cooked together. Keely is here eating her emotions from earlier in the week. I think spilling the truth to us has her wondering if she should tell her parents.”

“Are Opal and Axl there?”

“Yes. Also, why is it Trey never was in a relationship before?”

“He’s cold and ruthless, and incapable of feeling emotions other than l**t. One woman he f****d left the room crying saying no d**k was worth being treated like he had treated her. I’m not sure what he did but according to Trey all he did was make sure she understood it was a f**k and nothing more.”

“Well,” she giggled, “your father and Fabrizio have been eyeballing him all day and I heard one of them ask if maybe he had a brain tumor because he kissed Opal in front of them. I mean he kissed her, Brix. Tongue and everything.”

Brix pulled his lips back, “really? Trey?”

“Yeah. He also laughed at a comment Axl made. Laughed.”

“We might need to get our doctor to check him out,” Brix found himself agreeing with his father and Fabrizio’s assessment. “Jolie, I once saw him pull a gun on a woman when she tried to k**s his cheek. He is not warm and fuzzy.”

“Opal says every time he leaves her house to come back here, he tucks her into bed. He tucks her in, Brix,” she was whispering and giggling. “It’s adorable.”

“I’m sure it is.” He laughed at her antics. “What did you all do today?”

“We hung around the house. Opal and Axl were here by lunchtime and Keely right after.”

Brix tried to hear what Keely was asking in the background and waited patiently when she came back.

“Keely wants to know if when Sonya comes to visit next week, if there is room on the jet for India and her little girl. I guess they’ve been talking all week and she wants to see her.”

“Tony’s widow? Sure. We’ll make it happen.”

“Thanks Brix. Come home to me soon. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” it was getting easier to say each time it came out of his lips.

“K**s my other husband for me.”

“Will do,” he winked at Malik who looked at him and pursed his lips mockingly. He ended the call and Malik leaned into him and he smacked him in the back of the head. “Quit it.”

“Aw, I’m telling Jolie you didn’t deliver the k**s.” Malik was laughing at him.

“You know before her, our lips never once connected. Your lips on my d**k happened three times and mine on yours twice.” Brix shook his head.

“Are you saying you don’t enjoy making out with me?” Malik questioned him bluntly. He shot a look to the driver in the front seat who was unable to hear them because of the partition being in place but he knew the man was watching. “Are you worried the guys will talk?”

“I don’t give a f**k if the guys talk. If I wanted to blow you in the back of this car with any of them watching, I wouldn’t care less what their opinion was. They also know I would have no problem shooting them in the face for speaking out of turn.” He held Malik’s gaze, “I’m merely pointing out my observation. Jolie has brought something out in you.”

“Complaints?”

“None,” Brix denied it as he settled into the seat and then on a whim, pulled Malik to him and kissed him full on the mouth, their tongues tangling, before shoving him backwards. “Keep talking and I’ll f**k your mouth far harder than either of us do to Jolie, right here, right now.”

Malik chuckled, “you like how I suck your c**k. I knew it!”

“I do,” Brix shifted and ran his hand along his trousers. “She does it better but you can take the rough stuff. You should let me take your a*s.”

“Nope,” Malik vehemently shook his head.

“Bet it’s tight.”

“Damn right it is and it’s staying that way.” Malik looked back to his phone as he got an alert. “The b***h is letting him in your office.”

“Well, we’re here. Let’s go replace out what they’re up to in my office.” He wasn’t surprised to see an entire squad of twelve men waiting for them in the shadows of the alley opposite where Macey had snuck in. Malik was organized. He knew in addition to the twelve men he could see, there was likely a couple of snipers on nearby rooftops, his IT guys watching every camera in the building and legal on standby to deal with the lack of a warrant.

Malik gave them a quick briefing and explained what was going on inside the BrixWith Holdings building. He reiterated this was a Beckwith building, not a Cacciola building and to remember to act accordingly. Under no circumstances were they to use violence unless there was a direct threat to the Don.

He motioned to his men for them to enter the back door of the building. They split with the men taking the stairs and Brix and Malik boldly taking the elevator with three men at their six.

Brix knew if anyone had seen them walking together, they would assume they were simply strolling along the corridor. There was no sense of urgency and outwardly they were cool, calm, and collected. Inside he was seething at the audacity of this agent. He had known from the reports he had gotten on the interrogation of Jolie the FBI agent had threatened Jolie more than once with Pia and it was why she hated his guts. Her mama-bear tendencies were intense. He almost chuckled as he thought of her ferocity.

He waited until Malik gave him the go-ahead and he stepped into the well-lit room and cleared his throat loudly. “Agent, please show me the warrant which allows you to enter my office and search it.” He saw the man freeze with his hand in the drawer of the desk.

Macey rounded in stunned surprise. “Brix.”

“Surprised to see me, Macey?”

She nodded, “he said you were in Vegas today.”

“I was in Vegas today,” he agreed, “but now I’m in Boston. What I don’t understand is why you are in my office. Warrant, Agent. Now.” He wiggled his fingers as if expecting the man to produce it.

“I don’t need a warrant. My girlfriend and I were having a romantic liaison in her workplace and while we were here, I noted the possibility of illegal camera placement in the building and had probable cause to search.”

“Really?” Brix almost laughed at the man’s angle. “You do know she was fired yesterday. I personally fired her.”

“Without cause.” Macey spat angrily.

“With cause. See, Macey, you signed an NDA which includes sharing information on the workplace with partners. The minute your boyfriend, as he identified himself, was given information on the identities of employees, their marital status, their work titles from you, it means you violated the NDA. You also,” he motioned to Malik, “violated multiple communication directives this past week which are all logged and were put to your file on Thursday. You were warned one more violation would result in termination. You were correctly fired.”

“You didn’t tell me you were fired,” the agent hissed at her.

“You didn’t ask,” she shot back at him. “I figured if you got what you wanted then you could arrest them and I wouldn’t have to worry about getting references.”

“You should be worried about being arrested for breaking and entering.”

“I had a key.”

“Your keys were confiscated and you signed a document yesterday in the presence of security confirming you turned them all in. It means we have documentation which confirms you lied and this is considered an unlawful entry and illegal search.” When Macey started to speak, he held up his hand, “Macey, this room, like all common areas of this building are under constant surveillance with audio and video. Constant. Everything you are saying right now is being recorded. Do yourself a favor and stop talking. My legal team is on standby.”

Brix watched as Jax put his hand on her shoulder and patted it.

“They can’t do anything, Macey. He’s simply trying to scare you. It’s how the mafia works. They think they are above the law. There’s no way this office is recorded. He wouldn’t record his illegal activities.”

“Above the law?” Brix waved around the room. “All of the staff were notified in writing and verbally of the recording devices. It is posted in writing on every floor in multiple areas. It is part of every single contract of employment which was signed when I took over the company. Anyone who disagreed with having their images recorded were given the option of a buyout and the ability to leave the organization.”

He heard Malik’s annoyed hiss and he looked to the man and followed his gaze. The glint of steel in the waistband of the agent’s suit made him frown. “Agent, do you normally bring a gun on a date?”

“Excuse me?”

“You said you came to the office for a hook-up with your girlfriend in her place of employment. Do you normally attend a date armed?” he pointed to the man’s weapon. “You have a gun. Why do you have a gun if you’re simply on a date.” Brix was getting irritated, “listen, right now, my legal team has called the police and they are en route, if not already here. You will have to explain to them why on a so-called date, you illegally entered my building. You can explain how you took the stairs instead of the elevator yet didn’t so much as k**s your girl in the stairwell. You came straight to my office with no stopping anywhere. You didn’t take your girlfriend to the sofa to make out. You went straight to my desk.” He gave a mocking smirk at Macey, “if I didn’t know better, this isn’t really a date and if it is, it’s probably the worst one you’ve ever been on. I wonder Macey what your fiancé is going to say when it comes to light you were f*****g around with an FBI agent behind his back and getting fired from your job.”

He watched curiously when she stepped closer to the FBI agent and wrapped her arms around him.

“We’re in love.” She frowned when all the men in the room snorted including the man she was hugging.

“You’re being used,” Brix sighed loudly. “I’m tired of this.” He looked to Malik, “are the cops coming up?”

Malik nodded and touched his earpiece, “on their way up now.”

“Excellent. I want to go home, k**s my girls, have dinner with my family and call it a night.”

“K**s your girls?” Macey asked seriously as she faced them. “What is it about her? Why her?”

“Because she’s incredible,” Brix smiled as he thought of his wife. “She challenges me every day to be worthy of her and our daughter. She makes me laugh and forget the hell of having a bad day. She is good, Macey. She’s good inside and I love her for it.”

“You’re really not abusing her, are you?” she appeared completely perplexed. She stepped away from the man she was supposedly in love with holding his weapon. She leveled it the agent and without a second thought fired the weapon at his head. He barely got out of the way, ducking behind the sofa as she fired it a second time.

“Holy f**k,” Malik moved to block Brix from her as she rounded the weapon on them. “Macey,” he spoke loudly. “Put the weapon down. Do not throw your life away over a man who doesn’t deserve the jail time you’ll have to spend over him.”

She was shaking, with tears streaming down her face. “I was stupid. He convinced me Jolie was being abused by you. My best friend was killed by an abusive husband when she was twenty. He knew it. He took advantage.” When he poked his head up, she fired again at the sofa. “You really love her though. You wouldn’t hurt her.”

“We’d never hurt her,” Malik spoke softly, “come on, now Macey. If Jolie was here right now, she’d tell you this guy is a piece of dirt not with the time. Hand over the gun.” As he was trying to talk her down the room was swarmed with police who heard the commotion.

She was panicking now and when the man behind the sofa identified himself as FBI, she fired another shot in his direction. Brix considered the woman had the shittiest aim in the world as the bullet hit the wall about five feet above and beyond the sofa.

The cops all pulled their weapons on her. Malik stepped out of the way as the cops took charge turning to face Brix. Brix almost laughed at the irritation on his face. It was clear Malik wanted to shoot both the woman and the agent.

Brix stood to the side as the cops were yelling at her to put the weapon down and a cop in front of him opted to charge at her to try to get the gun away from her. She flailed and fired again and Brix felt the immediate burn in his shoulder. “Holy f**k, did you shoot me?” he looked to her incredulously as the cops tackled her to the floor.

He felt Malik rush him and push him down to the floor and begin pushing hard on the wound. He looked to him and saw the worry there. He reached his uninjured arm up and patted his shoulder.

Malik was yelling at the team to get medics on site and Brix wanted his attention. His head was feeling fuzzy and he had to get him to look at him. “Malik,” he smacked him again.

“Brix,” Malik was cursing, “stay with me okay.”

“Make sure she knows I love her. I love her.” He watched as Malik nodded, he lifted his hand up and patted Malik’s cheek, “I love you too. I know she wanted us to say it to each other and we joked around with her this morning but I love you, Malik. I love you both.”

“We know, Brix, we love you too,” he pushed hard on his shoulder and yelled behind him. “Where the f**k is medical?”

Brix laughed and then coughed. “Malik, I’m not dying. It’s a through and through. I felt it pass through.”

“You’re losing a lot of b***d, Brix.” Malik grunted.

“Oh,” he blinked as Malik went in and out of focus. “Weird.” Everything went black.