Regret

Can't Wait To Break

JC POV:

I just received a call from yonkai, who have been keeping a close eye on James' younger brother, whatever his name was.

They found out that he was friends with the member of the rival mafia and what was more shocking to them was that Park James has been in contact with that person named, Jackson who had been sticking with his bother like a shadow all these years.

Listening to this made my blood boil, how he could dare to betray me like this all this time.

"Well, he got what he deserved for backstabbing me", a menacing smile made its way to my lips.

"But I am still not done with Park's yet, his brother is surely involved in all of this, and he thinks he is smart enough to slip from my grip", I clenched my fists.

"I'll make that b***h regret his existence for messing with me", I smirked dialing Yonkai's number.

After two beeps, he picked up the call his voice sounded sleepy.

I rolled my eyes, why is this person always sleeping?

"What took you so long to answer", I asked irritated.

"Unlike you, some people need sleep to survive", he sassed back.

"Whatever, I called you to tell that I need that little brother of James in my office by tomorrow, and if you make any mistake I won't hesitate to send you to James", I said my voice cold and dominating.

"Yes Boss, I am so scared right now", he said sarcastically making me roll my eyes.

"I am not kidding , you know I don't forgive", I deadpanned hearing a subtle gulp from the other side of the phone making me smirk in a victory.

"I understand", he said and I ended the call.

If you are thinking that I feel bad, for threatening my own who loved me like a brother then you think wrong.

To me, all of this is just a façade, they pretend to love me so that they could have the benefits of being my best man, and could enjoy the power I let them have. I have learned in my 22 years of my existence that no such thing as love existed in this universe. All there exists is the mutual benefits that people label as love.

I am proud to have no such sentimental attachments or weaknesses attached to me so that no one could threaten me using it against me. I enjoy the feeling of being alone, of being isolated since it gives me control over others. Love is for the weak and never in my life have I wanted to be weak again, I thought, recalling my childhood.

I had absolutely no regret of killing my father, rather it's the first thing I was proud of doing and it was the thrill of taking his life, that I developed this never-ending thirst of blood inside me. the feeling of having control over someone else's life, the feeling of ripping out the life out of their body, the sweet feeling of hearing bones break, I was addicted to all of these like a drug and the ecstasy got stronger and stronger with time.

"I can't wait to break the other Park", I grinned devilishly as the idea of tearing apart his body was appealing to me more than anything.