96Victor continued, his voice lowering, though the anger still simmered beneath his words. “You have to outthink him, not outfight him. That’s how we’ll win. If you keep acting rashly, we’ll both end up buried under your mistakes.”Derek nodded, trying to keep the rising dread from showing on his face. “I won’t act without thinking, Father. I’ve got it under control.”Victor stared at him for a long moment before turning away, gripping the edge of his desk. “No more reckless moves. The next time we strike, it has to be decisive. There’s no room for error."“I understand,” Derek murmured again, though his heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn’t go back now. He had to see this through, even if it meant defying his father.Victor gave him one last sharp glance, his voice heavy with warning. “Don’t disappoint me, Derek.”“I won’t, Father,” Derek replied, his voice firmer now, though unease gnawed at him from within.Victor lingered for a moment, eyeing his son with a mixture of doub
97“Nothing?” Victor’s brow arched skeptically, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. “You call that nothing? You’re shaking like a damn leaf, boy.”Derek forced a laugh, though it came out strained. "Just a little on edge. I didn’t hear you come in."Victor’s expression darkened. He stepped closer, his towering presence making Derek feel even smaller. "Don’t give me that crap. You’ve been acting strange ever since we talked. What’s going on?"Derek opened his mouth, then closed it, scrambling to come up with something convincing. "Just... a lot on my mind lately," he said quickly, hoping the excuse would be enough.Victor wasn’t having it. He crossed his arms, his eyes drilling into Derek. "A lot on your mind?" he echoed mockingly. "What exactly is it you’ve got on your mind, Derek? And it better not be something stupid. Because I swear to God, if I find out you’ve been up to something behind my back again—""No!" Derek cut in, his voice rising in panic. "I haven’t, I swear. I wouldn’t—"V
98 The unspoken threat hung in the air like a noose tightening around Derek’s neck. He swallowed hard, but his mind was still elsewhere—on the call from the thug, the one loose end he couldn’t afford right now. "You’re zoning out again, aren’t you?" Victor’s voice cut through his thoughts like a whip. "No, I’m listening—" Derek started, but before he could finish, his father’s hand shot forward, nearly striking him across the face. He flinched, stumbling back, his heart hammering in his chest. "Do not zone out when I’m talking to you!" Victor barked, his voice filled with the kind of rage that Derek had grown used to but never comfortable with. "This party is crucial, Derek. I don’t need you standing there like an idiot, daydreaming." Derek rubbed the back of his neck, forcing himself to focus. "I wasn’t daydreaming. I just have a lot on my mind." "A lot on your mind?" Victor repeated, his tone dripping with disdain. "What could you possibly have on your mind that’s more im
99The next few days were a blur of anxiety for Derek. The thug's calls became more frequent, each one more insistent than the last. He ignored them at first, hoping they'd stop on their own. But the constant buzzing of his phone was both an annoyance and a looming threat. Every time his phone lit up, his pulse quickened.By the third day, Derek couldn’t take it anymore. He picked up the phone, glaring at the unknown number flashing across the screen. His thumb hovered over the "Answer" button, but he hesitated. “What do they want?” he muttered, pacing the length of his office. “I’ve already paid them what they asked for. Why the hell are they still calling?”He considered asking Ethan for advice but quickly dismissed the idea. The less anyone knew about this, the better. He was in deep enough already. Derek eyed his phone like a snake poised to strike. Just as he was about to silence the device for the tenth time, it rang again. This time, the name of the thug’s contact appeared: “H
100“Derek, finally,” Ethan sighed in relief. “I’ve been trying to reach you. How are you holding up?”“How do you think I’m doing, Ethan?” Derek snapped, his tone harsh. “Do I sound like I’m okay?”Ethan hesitated on the other end, his voice careful. “Look, I know things have been rough lately. I just wanted to check in, see if you were doing alright.”Derek’s laugh was bitter, laced with sarcasm. “Doing alright? Does it look like I’m doing alright? I’ve got a mess of a situation on my hands, thanks to Allvar.”Ethan tried to steer the conversation into calmer waters. “I get it, man, I really do. But you’ve been on edge for days. Maybe... maybe it’s time to consider going back to the university. Finish what you started.”Derek sat up, his eyes narrowing at the mention of the university. “What the hell are you talking about?” he snapped. “Why would I go back there?”Infact, Derek didn't finish the university like allvar. He was still there with Serena. He just had the opportunity that
101Ethan’s voice trembled as he pressed Derek again. "What have you done?"Derek’s lips curled into a cold smile as he leaned back in his chair, his voice unnervingly calm. "Nothing you need to worry about.""Come on, Derek. I know you. That laugh wasn’t normal." Ethan’s voice grew tense. "You’re in deep, aren’t you? You didn’t get involved with someone dangerous, did you?"Derek’s eyes flashed, his tone dropping low. "Let’s just say Allvar won’t be walking around so smug for a while."Ethan’s heart sank. "What does that mean? What did you do?""Allvar got what was coming to him. Every punch was well-deserved," Derek growled, his jaw tightening as he imagined the thug’s fists smashing into Allvar’s face. The memory made him smile again, dark and twisted."Derek, this could backfire! You don’t know who you’re dealing with. These people—" Ethan’s voice was frantic now, barely able to hide his fear."I’ve got it under control," Derek interrupted, brushing him off. "Allvar’s finally payi
102Derek blinked, confused. "What the hell happened to you guys?"Hawk chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "Let’s just say Allvar wasn’t as defenseless as we thought."Derek’s heart skipped a beat. "You’re telling me he did that to you?"Hawk’s eyes darkened.The three thugs circled Derek slowly, their bruised faces twisted in anger. Hawk stood back, arms crossed, watching with a smirk as Derek tried to mask his growing fear."Look, I paid you guys. What else do you want?" Derek demanded, his voice shaky despite his attempt to sound confident. He took a small step back, trying to create distance, but the thugs closed in.One of them, the one with the gash across his cheek, pointed a trembling finger at Derek. "You sent us on a damn suicide mission!" he snarled, his voice filled with frustration and pain. "Allvar beat us like we were kids. Like we didn’t even stand a chance!"Derek blinked, stunned. "Allvar?" he echoed, confused. "No, no, that’s impossible. He’s not—he’s not even th
103Derek swallowed hard, his eyes flicking between the men surrounding him, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. "I already paid you," he snapped, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "This wasn’t part of the deal!"Hawk took a deliberate step closer, his face a mask of irritation as his men tightened the circle around Derek, a mix of smirks and scowls on their faces. “Really?” Hawk’s voice was a low growl. “Because I don’t remember you mentioning that Allvar was some sort of MMA fighter or whatever he’s turned into.”Derek’s fists clenched, a tremor running through his hands as he struggled to keep calm. "I didn’t know," he muttered defensively, though he could hear how feeble his own words sounded. "I thought he was just a—""A smug little bastard?” the thug with a scar down his cheek interjected with a mocking sneer. “Yeah, we got that part. But you forgot to mention he could snap bones like twigs. We weren’t exactly prepared for a fight."“I didn’t know he could fig