Derek Venturi Novels & Stories

Derek answered, more like questioned. Ace breathe in and out deeply before glaring at Mason. “You tricked me, again.” He said rubbing his palms over his face. “What did he send this time?” Derek laughed out. Ace sighed and sat down on an empty chair, brought out his phone and threw it at Derek who caught it swiftly to check the text. “Fuck!! Fuck!! Derek got kidnapped and the Don was shot by Venom’s gang. He’s being treated right now. Come to the warehouse ASAP !!! .” Derek read aloud before laughing hard along with some men who were listening.

Zieve told Nick to look into this matter and appoint someone from their team to keep an eye on Derek as they cannot take risk this time. According to Zieve, As Derek was not a professional, if he had some plotting going at the background he would definitely make some mistake and that is when they will have to catch him red-handed. Zieve told Nick that he suspects that Derek was planning something big and he would definitely attack Fuoco but this time he would be fully prepared. He would be cautious and would attack her when she would be least attentive.

According to the information I had, Derek was a human, but he had connections to collectors and bounty hunters who would know where I can find mystic objects like the Moon Tracker. I looked around as I got notified the pizza was here and I saw a guy holding a box of pizza across the road. I waved to get his attention and he walked over. "I have a delivery for..." "Tyler Cavill," I interrupted him and he nodded with a smile. I tipped him after he handed the pizza over, and I walked away. I walked back to the apartment I saw Derek enter earlier and rang the doorbell. I was about to ring it for a second time before Derek opened the door.

After the celebration ended, I waited for Derek at the intersection near the hotel. His black car slowly approached. The window lowered, revealing Vivian's sleeping face in the passenger seat. Derek looked at me, his tone as entitled as ever. "Go home by yourself. I need to take Viv home." I lowered my eyes, saying nothing. Derek has severe germaphobia, especially hating the smell of wolf liquor. He never allows that scent to linger in his car. Once, due to his mistake, our pack nearly lost support from a neighboring pack that provided healing herbs.

“The name’s Derek.” “Thanks for your help Derek but we have to go,” I said taking my sister’s arm. She stopped me. “Wait, do you know about rake venom?” She’s not so subtle, I thought. Derek’s eyes narrowed. He straightened his spine and sighed heavily. “No.” “Liar,” I spat. “I’m not just going to tell you.” “What do you want?” I asked. He smirked revealing a dimple in his right cheek. “Give me your number and we’ll find out.”

“I guess Maverick was right, you are a piece of shit.” Derek chuckled, reaching out to pinch my cheek tightly between two fingers. “I’ve been looking for someone like you. We’ve had tons of interest in different ethnicities over the last year, and when I saw you—I knew. The cherry on top?” he asked, standing up. “That you’re with that prick Booker. I never liked him; I knew he’d be trouble when Sherri first introduced us all those years ago.”

Derek was a man on a mission that night, he scheduled for the truth serum to be taken the next day, but he strolled the village in his invincible form to see if there would be anyone that would try to escape. He stayed at the high tower, where he could see every moment in the village and sat patiently, waiting for the unlucky prey. He waited for hours and still, heard no movement. “It seems my prey is not here after all." He murmured and stood up, ready to take his leave when he heard it.

Rich people have been known to have exotic pets. Declan winced. “I couldn’t say.” Which meant he knew something. Which meant I was not going to get a straight answer. Which meant I was going to spiral. Before I could ask anything else, a black SUV screeched around the corner and stopped so abruptly I thought the tyres might peel off. The door flew open and I caught a glimpse of Derek. He looked… dangerous. Not angry — no, he was beyond that. Just dangerous — like something sharp wrapped in a very expensive coat.

Perfect. We met at a diner three blocks from Phoenix Advisory headquarters. Derek slid into the booth across from me, his eyes darting around like a trapped animal. He was thin, nervous, with greasy hair and worn clothes that said he was still struggling after losing his job. "Marcus Martinez?" he asked quietly. "That's me." I pushed a cup of coffee toward him. "Thanks for meeting on short notice." Derek wrapped his hands around the cup but didn't drink. "Your call said you had a job. What kind of job?"

Showing his incompetence would make keeping his job a lot harder, and soon, he might even kiss his position goodbye. Derek told his people to treat their new protectors well and returned to his office, the cogs in his mind turning. He should deal a painful blow to Freddy, a death knell that could hurt that son of a b*tch inside out. Derek might not have been good at beating his enemies in any other domain, but he was a decades-old veteran in the war of business, and that meant something. There was no way a seasoned general like him would lose to a total greenhorn whose longest career was being a street thug! While Derek decided to destroy Freddy to prove his skills to his chairman, Javier ha