Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 205

Chapter 205: A Little More Evil 

Callan

Why did I fúck her raw? What the fuck was I thinking? I looked at my drenched díck and her swollen center. She stood naked and proud. Why did I cum inside her? I felt sick to my stomach at what the fuck I was doing here, I need to get out of here.

“Get dressed.” I ordered her.

After I tucked my dick away, I grabbed the bastard and started yelling on his face.

“I am going to gut you, make a noose out of your fucking intestine and choke you on it and then I will send you to father in a fucking box. This is your warning.” I hissed like the devil.

“Callan?” I heard Hannah's uneasy voice.

“You wanted me dead, huh?” I punched him again.

He groaned and spit blood but I hit him again, in the stomach, ribs, face and I kneed him in his disgusting erection until I think I broke his dick honestly and he was screaming. Hannah ran out but I wasn't paying attention, now that we were alone, j said what I hate built up inside me.

“You want to touch her? You want to take her from me? Fuck you! Do you regret her, Callan? Do you hate her?” I kept beating the hell out of him.

“I don't know what the hell you are talking about, you psycho. You are deranged and unhinged!” The bastard kept trying to tell me and I grabbed his neck and started strangling him.

“Be fucking honest for once in your life, who do you hate!” I screamed like the lunatic he was claiming me to be.

“Callan!” I heard a few people running towards me.

“Help, he is crazy.” He bothered trying to get help and I felt people trying to pull me back.

“Just take a breather, Callan and then we will finish.” I heard Bryce. I went to hit him again but they pulled me back.

“No! This ends now!” I bellowed out, pulling my knife from my jacket.

“Callan!” I heard a voice but I just forged on and started stabbing him repeatedly in the stomach. I gutted him the way I promised and that isn't a pretty thing to see.

Some of my men turned away when things started spilling out. I finally broke and completely lost myself today, I am lost. When they finally pulled me away, it looked like there was a massacre here. I looked down at myself and my hands and arms were stained completely red, my pants and my shirt, my shoes were soaked through with blood. I stumbled backwards and dropped the knife, I was still huffing trying to find air. I haven't been able to breath since I let myself go and fuck Hannah raw that I didn't want to do and mutilated my enemy who I want to kill anyway but it was gruesome and brutal.

“Callan, hey, are you okay?” I saw Bryce and Angelo approaching me as I leaned against the hallway wall where I was still panting and still drenched in blood. My eyes felt wild in my head, I could feel my sticky dick and knew it was Hannah and my own cum all over me. I was disgusted with myself, I wanted to wash away this blood.

“Finish this, I need to go.” I stood straight and smoothed my face. They looked worried but I ignored it, I turned it off and I felt nothing.

“Callan, you can't go outside like that.” Bryce waved over my condition.

“I will change upstairs.’ I bumped past them as I trailed blood behind me.

The darkness inside me had been released today and I don't know If I will be able to get it back in or if I just got a little more dangerous. A little more evil.

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I felt disgusted with myself. When did it all turn black? Revenge, murder, fucking, blood, guts, dark eyes, a pretty smile, knives, guns, claiming one while touching another. I can't even stomach the thought of Hannah the way I touch Brianna, for what? For that bastard? I knew it was all a show and for who? I knew I was going to kill him but I had to make him suffer first. That is my problem, I am not dark, I am fucking evil.

When I was a boy, my father wanted to turn me into a man and when I became a man, they wanted to train me to be a soldier. When I became a special force soldier, they wanted me to become the Don, a mafia, a symbol of the Harold empire to bring fear to our enemies. Everyone wants me hard, everyone wants me tough and everyone wants a fucking piece of me. I won't pretend I didn't want power because I do. I won't pretend I don't get off on being heavily feared because I do. To be Harold successfully, I have to sacrifice a part of me that was too human to handle the life expected of me.

‘You can't love, you have to lust. You can't show compassion, you have to answer blood for blood. You can't be forgiving, you have to seek revenge. You can't be complacent or you will be dead. Straight up.’

We all handle it differently but we all got it. Some more than others, every time my father taught me a new piece of the business, the void grew a tiny bit bigger.

'Never show fear, little Callan. If he goes for your body, you go for his throat.’ The void.

‘Be a man, Callan.’ Gets 

‘This is how you hold a gun, Callan. Learn to hit him between the eyes, kill shots, Callan.” The Void Gets Bigger.

‘'Always clean up your mess, no evidence, no body. No finger prints, we will show you, Callan.’ The void keeps inching 

'No, I am not going to kill him, you are going to learn the business. You kill him, son, that is, stab him. Never just stab in and out, you stab and turn the knife. Bleeds out quicker, unless you want them to suffer. I will show you, Callan.’ It keeps inching more.

‘You are a soldier now, boy, you have seen combat and you have been trained. Go learn the business, Callan, now you learn the trade. Guns and drugs will never go out of style, there will always be a market for them and so long as there is, we better be the kings of it. That is on you now, Callan and don't burn it to the ground. Be the best in the trade and worst in the field, show no weakness, keep your enemies afraid. Don't do business with an enemy you don't know, do business with the enemy you do know because Callan, even your greatest ally is still your fucking enemy. Trust no one, love on one and be no one.’ The void finally got worse.

“Be no one.” I remembered when my father and my grandfather told me that. I was confused because I thought they always wanted me to be somebody. To be a mafia Don but to be no one is to be anyone and everyone.

My face isn't on the internet, I have no social media, no pictures and I have a legal business account and I blend in within the business world. My credit card bill would never be flagged for suspicious activity, my dirty money isn't in a freaking bank account with the accountant. I look legit, I look normal and I look average. I am a nobody to the police or any other state or federal government officers. I have a sealed file in the military career, there isn't much you can get on paper about me. I am the darkest part of me and of you. I am the keeper of the void, I am nobody and I feel nothing. I turned it off like a switch and the pit grew deeper. It has gotten darker, I am lost in it for sure. Only that fire that has been burning my gut for months and months even proves to me that I am still human. I have always been taught to take, I have never learned to give. Take control, take money, take a life and take a chick and bend her over. The only time I ever gave anybody anything I only knew how to do it materialistically. Did she understand what that meant?

I gave Brianna money, presents, and my time. I gave her the opportunity to find work in the field she loves. I thought when I showed up in London that I was giving her something else. Something I have never fúcking offered anybody ever in my life. I thought she would see that I was giving her myself but what I was really doing was trying to take. Take her away from her dream job and I said I would get her another job, I could have. I know people who would get her a job at Vogue over here but that is not giving. It is still taking and I didn't get that. She had something going for her over there that she created for herself but I wanted to take her out of London. Taking her home with me, I freaked out and gave her an ultimatum instead of an option. 

I couldn't take anymore and I couldn't give anymore, I left and I shut it off. I shut it out but all I really did was crack the void wide open and strike a fire that is yet to burn out. I am filthy rich but Briana is a luxury I can't afford.