NOBLE

DEREK'S POV:

I made my way to the balcony and sat there to get some fresh air. One of my men hurriedly came to me. I was about to lighten my cigarette when his information caught my attention. I knew it was going to come to this. Someone was trying to disrupt the drug trafficking. I'd sensed it for a while now and knew I had to take action about it. I made sure to place every form of monitor in different areas for security purposes. I wasn't surprised though. I knew the person behind it all already and knew what it was this person wanted. I chuckled to myself. If they wanted to deal with a mafia-like me, they had to go beyond attacking the drug dealing business. I was no ordinary mafia, and it was funny that he would think I'd care about that. I nodded at the guard who was dismissed. I rose from my couch and looked at the time on my watch. In a couple of minutes, this man will be here on his knees.

He made a very big mistake thinking my drug deals were what to attack. I chuckled to myself. I leaned against the lounge on my balcony and closed my eyes, pondering about so many things, and even the things I couldn't get over even after so many years like when I was ten years old. The mystery of my rising was the frustration of my rivals. They didn't know me to be the son of the traitor. The man who had betrayed his team to stick with his family. Sometimes I wondered why they'd come all of a sudden and kill my parents. I wondered why they would do such things, but what I didn't understand at that point was that it was impossible to leave the mafia whenever you liked. My father got fed up. Caden Antonio.

The letters he wrote to the mafia crew, and the emails he sent, I figured it all out. It was then I saw how much his family meant to him. I couldn't believe it was that way with him after he abused me for six years of my life. But then he changed and found a new life that he was drawn to and wanted to live that life in peace. There was something Caden failed to realize, and that thing was, that the mafia world lacked trust. They don't believe the others will quit being mafia and keep their world a secret. Entering the mafia world was like signing your name in blood.

There was no going out and that was in fact, sacred. I lit my cigarette and inhaled before puffing out the smoke. When I thought my father only cared about my brother. He'd raped my mother in front of me so many times and I couldn't help her. He preyed on our weakness and didn't give a shit. What he did you my mother so many times made me believe that I was a child probably born out of rape. It hit me, hard. There was not one normal agreement with them when it came to having sex and I thought it was all normal as I grew up. I didn't believe there was a problem with that. I followed those steps especially when I found my footing in the mafia at the age of thirteen. I lost my virginity at sixteen. And men so many girls wanted me just so they could kill me. Everyone in the mafia knew there was a new mafia in town and he was anonymous. I never pretended to be anonymous whenever I sent for the girls.

All I knew was that they were dead once I was done with them. Only two survived because they weren't sent by anyone. They just wanted to live. I let them go because they didn't see my face. The ones that did already had an agenda. I had no problem with them seeing my face when of course they were dead after sex. I chuckled as I remembered. They thought they could outsmart me because they believed there was something they could find. The sounds of their screams still echoed in my hair as I tried to remember the rhythm of their breathing. I never tortured them, my men did. I never valued women. I didn't care how long they screamed, but I did enjoy watching my men have their way with them after I was done. Oh, they screamed all right and they bled. And I didn't care.

My goal was to take a capture of them and post it on my mafia internet. Of course, the praises rubbed my ego. I felt like a god. I was feared and I'm still feared by the majority. I killed mercilessly and tortured for fun. Anyone would call me a psychopath, and that was one thing Damon and I didn't have in common. He was a sociopath, but never a psychopath. I was one because my killings were abnormal. The way I tortured was abnormal. I found joy in that...in seeing pain. That side was the side I found difficult to reveal to Elena. She'd run if she saw me that way, and I was strongly obsessed with every part of her to not worry about her leaving.

She didn't know my sexual escapades with women, which I stopped the moment I set my eyes on her. I heard a splash of water and rose to check what happened. I sighed when I saw Elena in the pool. What I couldn't understand was what the fuck she was doing to me. Every time I saw her it was way more than just sex even though I could fuck her all day. But I didn't kill her the first time she attacked me in my apartment.

That was an unusual thing for me. I could have, without a second thought and without caring about Damon's threats. But I didn't, because I wanted her to myself. Her loyalty to Damon baffled me, because who the hell wouldn't want Derek Antonio? And she might have thought she could run right through me in the beginning but she was wrong. Then my thoughts went back to the first time I entered her. I nearly grew crazy at that point because the feeling was different. I wanted her, more than anything and hated the fact that Damon had her all to himself. It was no fun. I watched as she came out of the pool in her bikini. I couldn't believe my dick was rising again but I knew she couldn't see me because the huge balcony was covered with French glass. I heard a groan and turned in the direction before seeing two of my men bringing another man into my room. I didn't need an expert to tell me who he was. They forced him onto one knee and lifted his chin so he was looking at me.

"I knew you were up to something." I puffed out another smoke. "If not, why else would you want to partner with me, Mendez?"