Callan

“You sick fuck, you crazy fucker.” He was seething at me.

“Brianna Fletcher is mine,” I growled into his ear.

“Brianna!” He screamed for no good reason and I bent his arm further and gave him a reason to scream like a little bitch.

It was when I dislocated his shoulder from his hold, he screamed and spit and even tried to bite me. He was desperate, so I released his arm and stood up. He was on the ground writhing in pain. I used my six thousand designer shoes and kicked the shit out of him. In his face, head, ribs, gut and legs. I let my rage...