The Devil's Psycho

Chapter 3

~Caesar~

He is surprisingly docile— I mean for someone whose soul was just signed away to me to play with however I see fit. The plane ride had been uneventful, much to my displeasure. I want to see the devil that rose from the ashes inside of him. I want to play with that Callahan, not the docile one, that one is boring yet kind of cute. But the devil himself, the one that lounged at his father with that raging anger, now that Callahan is sexy.

The car ride to my mansion was even more uneventful, while Callahan went on to email his college about those transfer papers, I made sure to look at the folder that was waiting for me, with all of his information. He is 24 years old, graduated high school top of his class, and a master of the blades— I smirk at that little note, remembering the little scratch he gave me about 4 hours ago. I close off the folder when the gates to my mansion greet me, and I smile when I see my siblings waiting patiently outside.

Before I could properly step out of the car, two pairs of arms circled around my waist and hugged me tightly. I smile down at my little sister and pat her head in acknowledgment. “I missed you” Those dark green eyes look up to me and I smile sweetly at her.

“I wasn’t gone for more than a day” I laugh ruffling her long black hair.

“That’s long enough for her to miss you and you know it,” Ajax says from in front of me, and I smirk at my younger brother.

“What did you bring with you?” he asks, trying to take a peek from inside the car.

“A husband,” I say nonchalantly with a smirk, and Ajax’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“You are kidding.” He says without missing a beat, but I only answer him with a shrug.

“Take a look for yourself” I nod at him to check the other side of the car, knowing that Callahan is trying to disappear and pushing himself as far as he can into the car. “Careful, don’t scare him off!” I warn him but only hear his scoff in return. Little s**t.

“I don’t scare easily” Callahan’s voice speaks from behind me, and I turn around, hearing that hint of the devil in his voice, his eyes sparking with dominance. He is not the angel I thought he was, and he knows it too. He is no angel playing with the devils, he is a devil trying to disguise himself as an angel. But he can't fool me, hell I want to see the devil within him, and I intend to get it out of him one way or the other.

“Cute” I muse out at him, but he only narrows his eyes at me. “This is Aileen, the little princess of the mansion,” I tell him pushing Aileen forward, and as the princess she is, she extends her hand for him to shake, which he does. “And the one stalking behind you is Ajax.” Callahan turns around and gives a slight nod in Ajax’s way and he smiles creepily at Callahan, and I roll my eyes at him. “In you two go, we are about to have dinner.”

I showed Callahan around the mansion and brought his bags into his new room. I thought about obligating him to sleep in my room, but I wanted to give him space, after all, it’s not like he can run away without me knowing or anything.

Better to let him have his own space for the time being until I corrupt that mind of his, that is, and then make him sleep in my room, and in my bed.

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“Why is it only the two of us having dinner?” Callahan asks, looking everywhere, especially the three empty plates sitting at the table.

“I want to get to know you without any distractions,” I tell him with a smile, but his face says it all, he thinks I’m crazy. Which to be fair, I am. You don’t get big in this world by following the rules. Somewhere along the way you lose your sanity. And I did, but I still found a way to reel it in, when I need to. “So, it’s just the two of us tonight” I raise my glass of wine towards him and did a lone cheer.

“Do we really need to do this?” he asks with a sigh.

“Humor me”

“I’m not hungry,” Callahan says looking down at his plate and cringing a little. I look down at my own plate and see that it’s salmon, my favorite plate. I look back up and level my gaze with Callahan who is too busy playing around with his food. I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes at him.

He must be hungry; it’s been a long ass day, and I haven’t seen him eat a single thing. “Eat” I demand, but Callahan only narrows his eyes at me, in defiance. This little piece of s**t.

“No.” his tone is hard, and that only irks me more.

“Don’t tempt me, Cal, it won't end well for you” I try to reason with him, but he doesn't budge, and I am not about to let my fiancée starve himself to death.

“I’m allergic you psycho” Callahan pushes his plate far away from him. You have got to be kidding me. Really? The allergic s**t trick? That’s the stupidest s**t, he could have said to me.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Callahan, I am being nice to you, do not take it for granted” I push again, but the asshole only flips me off.

Oh, that’s it.

I slam my hands on the table, making all the silverware shake. With long strides I reach Callahan and reach for his plate, he makes a move to push himself away from the table, but I stop him, placing my hand on the chare and pushing it back into place. “I was being nice to you, but apparently you like it when people play rough with you,” I say stabbing the piece of salmon and cutting a piece. I bring the cut piece to his lips, but Callahan only diverts his face in the other direction.

I grab hold of his jaw and move his face towards me, applying pressure on his jaw, I make his mouth open involuntarily, and I smile down at him when he whimpers. But I notice how his eyes glaze over with unshed tears as the salmon is about to hit his mouth. His eyes move to mine, and they plead with me, and that makes me lose my grip on his face and place down the fork on the table.

“Huh— you weren’t kidding,” I say more than I question, cleaning off imaginary lint on my shirt. Maybe I should have finished reading his folder before sitting down at the dinner table.

“No s**t you f*****g psycho!” He screams at me and throws the knife next to him at me, but I catch it effortlessly and go back to sit down at my place.

“Well, order something you will like; the chef can do whatever” I muse out, placing the napkin on my lap and taking a sip of my wine. But when my gaze levels with Callahan, he is fuming, his nostrils flare. He makes a move to stand up, but I pine him down with my glare. “You aren’t getting up from this table until you eat something little devil” he scoffs at my words but settles down.

“I want a steak” he mumbles under his breath, and I smile at him. He is more submissive than he might know or think.

“Now that’s better.”