Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Who Is A Whore?

Callan

I plopped down in the leather armchair I know for a fact is his and then waited. I heard the gravel in the driveway and then I heard the key in the lock. I placed my elbow in the armrest and rested my arms with my gun in hand, as I leaned back in his chair. My face is visible, I want him to know it is me. He remembered me, you don't usually forget the face of the man who beats you that badly. I heard the clacking of his shitty work shoes before he stopped short. His eyes darted around to take in the scene, but before he could run out, Angelo cocked the gun while I told him.

“Vicky, have a seat.”  He looked at the gun behind me, pointed right at him. 

We weren't far from him, so it wouldn't be so hard to aim and not miss, we don't miss. I never miss, he cursed and his eyes were wild in his head. He was nervous, good.

“Sit,” I said more sternly when he remained frozen.

He was across from me now with only a small coffee table between us, I would explain the house but I don't care to. All that matters was my seat, the table and his seat. I left a bottle of whiskey on the table with one glass, he looked down at it and back at me. Well, actually, he looked down at my gloves and the gun I had in one.

“Have a drink, Vicky.” I tipped my chin for him to grab the glass.

“W…what do you want?” He bothered to ask.

“Have a drink Vicky and I will tell you.” I waved for him to grab the glass. He did, he poured himself a drink and waited for further instructions.

He is in a cheap suit, but he thinks he is god. He has always got that head held high and that aura of bullshit. He doesn't look that way right now, though. He is afraid.

“Drink,” I ordered him. He took his two fingers of whiskey and took it down in one gulp.

“Good, another.” I waved for him to do it again and he looked confused.

“Listen, I don't know what is going on here, but if it is about Bri…” I didn't let him finish.

“Don't you dare say her name! Don't fucking say her name, Vicky. Drink!” I ordered him with a snarl. He poured another and with an unsteady hand, he started sipping this one.

“No, no. Take it as a shot.” I corrected him. He hesitated but Angelo perked up with his aimed gun and he quickly complied.

Angelo is like an all black shadow behind me with only a pair of menacing eyes watching his every move. I don't know how my eyes read off but I am sure there is murder in them. As I made Vicky Fletcher continue to pour himself drinks, I began to speak.

“You did a number on her, Vicky. Really you got her good, do you feel proud of yourself for beating your daughter to the point of death?” I asked him, I sounded calm for now. It unnerves people when I do it.

“That is none of your business, that is between my daughter and I. Stay away from her.” He told me, I waved my hand for him to take another drink but he shoved it aside, shaking his head no. He looked nauseous.

“I won't stay away from her, I think I have already told you that once. Brianna Fletcher is mine.” I let him know.

His eyes widened and he took on an angry posture.

“She has been whoring herself out to you for…” I didn't let him finish, I stood up. He flinched and waited for me to run at him. Instead, I pulled something out of my pocket and unrolled it.

“What the fu…” he didn't get to finish asking what the fúck I had in my hand, I rounded him and quickly threw it around him.

It was a cut seatbelt so when I restrained him, it would only look like the injury one gets when wearing a seatbelt in a car accident. I threw it around him and pulled him flush against the chair. He flailed to get me off, but Angelo took a few steps closer and reminded him of that heavy clunk of metal ready to blow his head off.

“Who is a whore, Vicky?” I asked him to repeat it. He wouldn't, smart move.

“Take another drink, Vicky.” I ordered him while holding him down with the belt. Angelo handed him a full glass.

“Why are you even doing this? Why am I drinking this?” He barked out, I tightened the seatbelt and he made a funny sound for where the belt hit his throat and chest.

“I warned you to stay away from your children, I told you to stay the fuck away from Brianna but you didn't listen, Vicky. Now, you are going to drink until you can't even see and I am going to put you in the car and let you drive yourself right into a deep ditch. It will be tragic, you will be crushed when it rolls right over.” I told him, he started bucking beneath my hold.

“No! Help, help me!” He started yelling. I released the belt and shoved two gloves fingers in his mouth to gag him. He gagged and the liquor almost came right out.

“Shut the fuck up!” I seethed beside his head.

“I heard you have a slight problem with alcohol, Vicky. You shouldn't drink and drive, something terrible could happen to you.” I told him.

“Fuck you, Brianna will never forgive you for killing her father.” I laughed in his face.

“Brianna is the one who asked me to do it, she said I hate my father and I want him to rot in hell. She said you are worthless, inferior and she said she wants you to know the she isn't a whore because she only gives herself to one man, me. She said, she loves my dick, Vicky. Can you believe it? How had I got so lucky?” I grabbed his hair and forced his face to the coffee table. He was cussing and hissing at me to stop talking about his daughter that way.

“You know what the best part about this is, Brianna Fletcher is a saint. She is a good girl, Vicky and she deserves better than you and me. Sweet Brianna will go to heaven and I will go to hell where you are. So I can do this for an eternity, beat you to a bloody pulp over and over again, and remind you how fantastic your daughter's pussy is. No, not just her pussy, her. She is everything.”

I shoved the cup against his mouth and pulled his hair back so his head tipped. He choked on some of the liquor as I guzzled it down his throat, he spilled some on himself but was forced to swallow some of it. A good majority slurring once the liquor began to hit.

“Brianna is not yours.” He hissed.

“She is mine, she will always be mine and I am going to take care of her and make sure pricks like you never get their hands on her again. That is why she wants you dead, Vicky. She only wants me.” I told him just to piss him off. He views her as a possession so I am pushing all the right buttons.

“You don't know what you are talking about?” He bellowed out, laughing out loud. I yanked him back with the seatbelt and held his hair to control his head. I made him look at me.

“She won't come visit your grave, Vicky. She will forget about you, your wife will forget about you and your son. All your work buddies and club friends, they will send a floral wreath and never think of you again. You don't matter, Vicky. Nobody even cares about you, they will laugh at your cheap suits and how you always tried so hard to impress everyone.”

He was writhing but he started getting sloppy. He was getting more and more drunk.

“Keep him here.” I told Angelo before starting to set up the scene. I opened the cupboard where the glasses were kept and accidentally dropped one. I spilled just a drop of liquor there, but kept the empty bottle tipped over on the coffee table. I grabbed another bottle and shoved it into his mouth, getting his DNA all over it. This bottle is going to be found at the scene of the car accident. It is the little details that matter. 

If I beat him, they will notice the injuries don't line up with a car accident, so I use a detached seatbelt to hurt him where I can. I tug the hair so I don't leave marks, I force his own hand and make him drink himself half to death.