"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?"
