Derek Venturi Novels & Stories

Trent barks, slamming the door. ********

A knock came on the door. " Leave the door this minute!" Derek thundered . The thought of having his seat questioned was already eating him up. He had to suffer so much pain throughout his life because of his father's weakness. There was no room for love around his life. " You have to calm down. " Vieira said. " No one has ever questioned you. And no one will dare to do that !" He let his voice transmit the seriousness in his tone. A way of bringing reassurance to the fiery Derek.

“No. He is with my cousin Cecilia.” “Can he–––” "She is one of the sanest people in the Hermann family I have ever known, Jackson," she interrupted. Her eyes glanced briefly at her iPhone, waiting for a message from Keith that had not yet arrived. "I will try to believe it," Derek leaned closer to him. "But out of this cafe, I see suspicious people." Her blood boils when she heard Derek's words just now. "What--" “And a sniper. Hello," Derek waved his hand out the cafe window with a big, stupid smile on his face, before the smile vanished and turned back into a serious expression. "Yes! And now I have handled all the bugs, you can feel assured."

"So, the legendary Santiago Vega actually knows how to use a buzzer," Derek Coleman's voice crackled through the intercom, thick with a jagged, mocking edge. The doorman at the San Antonio luxury high-rise had been remarkably pliable. A few words about 'team business' and he’d granted access to the penthouse level without a second thought. He clearly wasn't paid to keep track of which Alphas were currently trying to tear each other's throats out on national television.

I growled, teeth clenched. That bloody bastard of Verdant Moon Pack, Derek, is about to hijack a long time contract I've been working on. I've spent so much to get this. He's looking for every means to get back at me. “How the hell did he pull this off?” I snapped. “Who’s backing him? I want names, Alex. And I want everything relevant and irrelevant. I don’t care. I want to know who he shook hands with and what they had for breakfast. Dig until there’s nothing left to dig.”

Derek gritted his teeth in fury. TBC

"I'm your Aunt Kiara. I'm the fun aunt who's going to teach you all the things your parents say no to." "Please don't," Athena said, but she was laughing. Derek moved to Adrian's isolette, looking uncomfortable. "I've never been around babies much," he admitted. "Just talk to him," I suggested. "He can hear you." Derek cleared his throat awkwardly. "Hey, Adrian. I'm Derek. I work with your dad. We're... friends. And business partners. And I'm going to make sure you know how to be organized and punctual, unlike your Aunt Kiara."

He chuckled again, head shaking as he tapped at his phone. “Noted. Classic it is. Extra cheese, garlic crust, pepperoni, hold the crimes against culinary nature.” He placed the order and dropped his phone on the table. For a second, we just sat in the silence. The rain outside had softened, now more of a whisper than a threat, and in the low golden light of the room, everything felt too intimate. Too still. Derek’s eyes moved to the window, his profile shadowed in the dim glow. “You know,” he said, his voice lower now, “I envy you.”

Dante, as always, the wise man, kept a cigar tucked at the corner of his mouth. I know it’s serious. Everything’s been a mess since I woke up. Someone’s digging under my empire and I can’t catch that clever rat. "I’ll have it investigated. Thanks for the tip. Keep your men planted... and Dante, talk to Nino. I need him to hack the Vasiliev servers, now. Any supplier info on this drug, anything... whatever he can get!" Dante nodded and stood up to make the call. I blew out a breath, thinking about crashing in the private suite I kept here, but Stephanie’s shadow slid over me as she sat on the armrest.