Romans & histoires Derek Venturi

Jeremy responded, recognizing the urgency in his subordinate's voice. Lucas, Jeremy's loyal driver, swiftly transported him to one of his secure facilities. As they arrived, three workers escorted them inside, leading them to Derek Lane, a cunning and influential figure responsible for Jeremy's underground dealings. Derek was known for managing illegal transactions and controlling the shadowy world of black markets, making him a vital asset to Jeremy. "Welcome, Boss," Derek greeted with respect. "Derek, why am I here?" Jeremy inquired, his tone reflecting his impatience.

"One of my contacts saw a black van leaving the warehouse area about forty minutes ago. Three men inside plus what looked like someone unconscious in the back. The van had no plates but my contact got a partial view of one of the men." "And?" "He recognized him. Former military, works as private security now. Goes by the name Derek. Known for taking high-risk extraction jobs." Marcus paused. "The kind of jobs that involve kidnapping." "Where would he take her? Does Derek have a base of operations? A location he uses?" "I am working on that. But there is something else you should know." Marcus's voice got quieter. "Derek has worked for Kane before. Multiple times. They have an established rel

He could feel himself getting hard with anticipation. Derek had no illusions. He knew he wasn’t a catch. He was fat with boils on his back that he couldn’t get rid of no matter what dermatologist he patronized. His face was round with a distinct double chin and his teeth were a warm pearl in color that bordered on yellow. He’d made an appointment to get them whitened, but had an emergency come up that caused him to miss the appointment and he just never found the time to reschedule. He did his best to keep his breath fresh, stay clean shaven, and make sure the hair was plucked from his nose and his ears, but that’s the best he could do for her.

"Just because you're sleeping with the boss doesn't mean you can miss work whenever you want. You're an opportunistic little beggar, Hazel. I see right through you. Lazy and pathetic. You think you can have it all without working for it, but you'll never have much. I'll make sure you're fired. You've pushed your luck too far." My fingers trembled as I closed the laptop. I didn't want to cry, but the tears welled up anyway, stinging my eyes. Derek's words cut deep, not because they were true, but because they echoed my own insecurities. I knew I was working hard, balancing the chaos of life and a demanding job, but his words clawed at my self-worth. I shook my head, refusing to let his venomo

My wolf whines, low and broken. Derek summons me to his office just after dusk. The room smells like leather and smoke, maps spread across the desk, borders marked in red. His posture is rigid, expression carved from stone. “We need assistance,” he says without preamble. The words feel foreign coming from him. “From who?” I ask, though I already know. He meets my gaze. “Eric Williams.” The name punches the air from my lungs. “You want his help,” I say incredulously. “After everything?”

Pls comment. The main question is still.... Will Derek make it.

The most powerful man in our world, feared by some, respected by all. My mate. The one person who should’ve been by my side today… couldn’t even be bothered to send a text. I stared at the screen longer than I should have, hoping maybe something would pop up. It didn’t. And somehow, even though I’d seen this kind of coldness from him before, it still hurt. Disappointed, I slipped my phone back into my clutch and straightened up in time to spot Derek. Derek was tall. Standing at 6 foot 7, he was often mistaken for a basketball player. His tall frame moved determinedly like a storm, crossing the aisle in just a few strides, cutting through people without apology. He didn’t even wait until we w

“no, you don’t. you owe me for all the times that you also rant about the numerous ladies you go around with. Times do change, don’t you agree?” He bite down on his lip like he would rip it apart. “I am going to get you back for this. I promise.” Derek hissed, plopping into the couch. I laughed, unrepentant. “why are you so worked up though?” “that buffon arriving in the next five days is the one bothering me.” “who? Vincent?” “yeah, him.” “if it worries you so much, why not just have us turn down the project? I will do anything for you.”

CHAPTER 88 Tyler's POV “No”, I breathed out shakily, looking at Vincenzo. His face crumpled in confusion, and I could understand why. He had made a good argument, and what he suggested was not only for his benefit, but for mine, for my pack and for the entire colony at large. However, during my consideration process, I also checked the fact that Vincenzo was not driven by love for the people of his colony, but for revenge and only to get back at the people who hurt him.

Alex moved to South Korea five months ago to continue his residency at a top hospital. He claimed he wanted to acquire more knowledge but we knew the poor boy couldn’t handle everything that had happened. Derek named his new club that’s situated in New York after Q and every money made from it was directed to the orphanage homes. The greatest thing that has happened during this one year was the fact that we got married again.