Derek Venturi Novels & Stories

It was going to be one hell of a busy week. True to his word, Derek showed up right on time in his shiny Porsche Panamera. The door opened and he stepped out looking sharp as ever in one of his expensive suits with that signature extra bling. Tonight’s suit was a deep violet that somehow worked with his blond pompadour. “Oh, Mio! Sei bellissima!” he said, stepping toward me with a dramatic flourish. I’d been waiting outside my house for about five minutes in a simple beige dress nothing fancy or date-like.

Derek waved, escorting her out of the mall. "Where are we going?" Janet asked confused, holding unto his hand as she tried to keep up with his long strides. "The place isn't that far." Derek replied vaguely. Leading her towards the main road. "Wait, are we taking the bus?" Janet asked because she saw him go towards the road, searching for something. "Mmm, ajebutter. Don't worry we aren't." Derek said with a chuckle, a car dove up to them, it looked like a Hyundai or something, it was sleek black. The door of the car opened as a man came out with a vape between his lips.

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.

Eric gritted his teeth after saying this. Derek was not used to talking much, but this time around, since he was pissed off, he stood up from the sofa and placed his palm on his left chest as he said all these words at once, “Firstly, I can't wait to make Nicholas and Alexa pay for hurting my sister, and for almost making her cry last night! Secondly, how dare clerk Zuri frame Claire? She deserves to be punished too. I'm very angry, big twin. I wish I could confront Nicholas right now and punch his annoying face! I don't even know what Nessa saw in him when she agreed to date him in the first place. Wow. I'm furious. I know that Nicholas had caused my sister's company to go bankrupt! But was

He needed to release his frustration and what better way than to vent it on the man who began this horrible nightmare? **** "I will beat the hell out of that bastard if he thinks that he can just waltz into people's lives and destroy it." Derek muttered to himself, with veins popping out of his forehead. He was pained. He was furious. He was a man under so much pressure. He didn't care about anything at that moment. He just wanted Becker to have a taste of his own medicine. In a matter of minutes, Derek was parked outside of Becker's home. He dashed straight to the gate and it was locked. He looked around and noticed that the fence wasn't high enough, so he jumped into the premises.

He remembered the real reason they were present at the club for. "What was the news you wanted to share?" The question came out in a deeper voice. "Oh yeah, you remember Derek?" "The snake?" Vincenzo asked taking a sip of his wine. Dante nodded. Derek was a part of their gang when their father was the leader. They were close friends and Derek happened to be the third in command of their father. While his other best friend James was the right hand man. The trio was impossible to defeat and their gang was the most feared in the state. But what their father and James didn't know was that Derek always wanted to be the one in control. He was not satisfied with what he had and betrayed his own fri

Grace went cautiously over the debris-strewn floor, glass crunching beneath her boots, with each step putting her further away from the fire escape and closer into Derek's chosen area. He stood with his back to a boarded window, silhouetted against the narrow strips of light that filtered through the holes in the plywood. Even in the weak lighting, Derek Voss appeared to be precisely who he was: a man who had spent years in maximum security and had trained to make his mere presence a danger. "You came alone," he replied, clearly shocked. "I wasn't sure you had the courage." "What do you want, Derek?" "Let's get straight to business. "I like that." He stepped away from the glass, gently circl

his mother said softly. **** Derek slammed the door on his Aston Martin. “Damn, him!” he shouted. He ran his hand through his thick, lengthy dark hair. Some older women had said his hair was like Elvis’s but thicker and sexier. He pushed the button on the dash. The engine of the burgundy Aston Martin roared. Derek put the car in drive and pulled out in traffic cutting someone off. He ignored the blare of the other driver’s horn. “Hell, he has a bad heart, high blood pressure, and asthma. The old man can drop dead any minute. Damn, damn, damn!”

He asked glaring at me. "I didn't know that it was important. Derek is only a member in a gan-" Vincenzo cut me off. "A member? Derek is the fucking leader of the Black Vipers gang." Vincenzo snapped. "What?" I looked at him shocked. "B-but he told me he was only joining the gang." I stuttered unable to shake off my shock. "Well he lied to you tesoro." He said huskily. Why did I want to kiss him badly right now? He was so addicting and I hated it. Why was this happening to me? I was tired of the constant lies.

Would he? “Not at all, Christopher. I know the woman is spoken for. I was just chatting with a lovely lady who I just bought a piece from.” “Oh, yeah?” Christopher said. “Well, I’m sure it’s excellent if Selena helped you select it.” “It is,” Derek said with a small smile. “A new artist by the name of Vincent Patchy. Nice guy.” They made small talk with Derek for a few minutes before he excused himself to go to the restroom.