“I and Fred have decided to keep my identity in check until I find out who truly murdered my father and injured my mother,” Derek muttered.Sophia regarded him for a moment, “Are you sure this is alright?”“I’m very sure, Sophia. My father was killed even though he had so much power at his fingertip. I’m not going to be like him. I’m not going to die. I’m going to find the murderer and make sure he faces the same fate as my father. Till then, I will run everything underneath.”Sophia nodded once. “Alright boss. I have all your cards with me, and the document of all the companies you own. It’s in the car as we speak. When do you want to have them?”Derek didn’t respond immediately as he stared ahead at Amelia coming towards him. There was this angry look on her face. “I will talk to you later, Sophia. My wife is on the way,” he explained and moved towards Amelia as well.Sophia looked at Amelia and shook her head briefly. “She doesn’t even deserve you.”“Amelia, how-,” Derek started bu
Actually, after Ben had dropped Derek off the night before, he met with the underbosses of the Capo and let them know who the new Capo was. The underbosses have informed all the captains under them. In fact, Ethan had just called one of Derek’s men to deal with him. “At least, break his nose and hand. With that, his sugar mummy wouldn’t have his time,” he laughed. It was at this time that Derek realized what had upset Amelia. Ethan must have told her that he had sugar mummies. Richard looked at Philip. “I think he's Derek, our new Capo?” Philip nodded once. “I’m thinking about the same thing. And If we mess with Peter Pan, it might cause our death. We must be very careful,” he muttered. Derek noticed the expression on the men's face as they regarded him. He knew without anyone to inform him that they knew him. Though, he didn't know how. "Tell your men to attack him!" Ethan initiated, a bit anxious. It looked as though Derek was acting pompous already. Ethan already knew that
Derek scoffed. “Seriously?” he turned to look at the salesperson. “I spoke first. So, the ring is mine.”James regarded Derek for a moment. “Are you, not Derek, the live-in son-in-law of William?” he laughed. “How can you afford a ring so expensive? Are you trying to mock yourself?”“If I come inside this store and demand something, it’s because I can afford it. The ring is for me.”James looked at the salesperson. “You had better send this guy out of here because he’s not going to buy anything. He’s only going to cause a nuisance. In fact, he’s one of the most useless and poor sons-in-law ever.”The salesperson quickly moved towards James. She knew who James was initially because he was used to shopping in their stores. In fact, she always gets commission whenever he buys things from the store.“Do you still want the Wittelbach ring? It's 80 million dollars and I can pack them for you.”Derek felt a stab of annoyance at this. “There’s no fucking way you are getting this ring. I asked
"No, that's a lie. There's no way that card would be invalid. Try it again," Derek protested softly. James laughed. "No, forget it. I told you earlier! There's no way he could afford such an amount of money. You should sell this to me," he smirked. The manager regarded Derek for a moment. "Try that again," he ordered. Derek released a sigh. He didn't know if he should be scared about it or not. But well, he could make a transfer but that wouldn't stop James from mocking him. Even at that moment, he wanted to beat the stupid smirk off his face. The salesperson tried again but the machine made another beep. "This card is indeed invalid, "she announced and looked at the manager. "You should send him out for causing a ruckus and sell the ring to Mr. James." The manager looked over at Derek. He had been convinced by his face and the name on the card that he was indeed the son of Miller. In fact, he was the legitimate one. "Are you certain that this card is valid?" "I am!" Derek str
Derek walked out of the store with the Wittelbach ring.He hesitated briefly as he remembered what Jason had told him. He was partially depressed and scared because he didn't know how he was supposed to avenge his father’s death.But he did know that he needed to find Morris. And being the mafia lord would help him a lot since Jason told him that Morris headed three mafia lords in Orange Park.He only needed to find one of the three mafia lords. Then, he would definitely locate Morris and find out why he had killed his father.He hesitated briefly after he had walked past a beggar on the street. He walked back to the man and pitied him, deep into his pocket for all the cash with him, and stretched it out to the beggar.The man stretched to take the money, instead, he held his hand and looked up at him. It felt like he had no pupil. His eyes were almost white, only with a tiny trace of black whenever he concentrated more on them.Derek jerked back, a bit scared. He tried to wrench free
Derek found himself asking about Morris on the internet when he should be thinking about the duet.Well, even though he wasn't the best when it comes to mafia art, he was fast and had resistance. So, he was sure that he was going to win.Morris was exactly as Jason had painted. There were no pictures of him but people knew him as a fierce man.It was so late in the night when Benson and Derek arrived at the bar."Here, escort the boss to the ring while I check in with one of your underbosses here."Derek nodded once and watched him hurry away before he followed the guy.They soon arrived at an empty wrestling ring. There were none around, save for the men who stood around as if guarding the room.Soon enough, a young lady walked inside. She was clad in a short yellow dress and had a crazy hairstyle. She moved closer to Derek with a bottle of wine."Hello handsome," she teased as she helped Derek pour the content of the wine into a small cup in front of her.Derek ignored her and grab
Everyone gasped. They couldn’t believe it. Herbert was one of the best mafia lords skilled in martial arts in Orange Park. But it looked like Derek was going to take the award soon. They never expected Derek to defeat him.In fact, all the underbosses came together and decided to make Derek fight Herbert.Derek opened his eyes and let Herbert go. He staggered back because of the dizziness he was still feeling.Three men hurried towards him quickly and supported him with their weight. “Boss,” Benson muttered, too confused to say a word as well. He actually thought Herbert was going to be the one to defeat Derek. He never expected otherwise.“Are we done? Or are there more?” Derek muttered softly. “Are there still people that want to question my authority?”Everyone kept shut.“Are there!” Derek yelled suddenly.Herbert moved to stand in front of Derek. “I’m so sorry, boss. No one will ever dare to confront you again. We are all yours to command.”Derek released a sigh. “Let’s have din
Derek's eyes went wide with shock. "What? You all work for Morris?" "Not directly," Benson said quickly. "But all the mafia lords in Orange Park are indirectly under him. He commands it, he didn't earn it." Derek looked at him with curiosity. "Do you guys know what he looks like?" Benson shook his head briefly. "No one does. I have never seen anyone that has. I think you are like him. I mean no one knows what the new Capo looks like as well." "Though, the special members who he finds interesting are being called to join his little group," Albert chimed in. "But none of his elders have seen him as well. He's always with a mask on, even during meetings." "Actually, I find that weird," Stephen said quickly. "Why would he even prevent his elders from seeing his face? What if someone pretends to be him?" "Im sure he reasoned it to that extent," Herbert responded. "There must be a way for the elders to recognize him, perhaps a mark or something. But," he looked at Derek. "Why did you a