Derek’s POV
I sat in my office, that is in an abandoned warehouse on a desolate street of New York, the sound of the rain pelting the window like a thousand tiny bullets. I was a man with a reputation.
A reputation for being ruthless, efficient, and deadly. But I was more than just a gangster. I was a businessman, an entrepreneur, and a leader. I ran a tight ship, and I wasn't afraid to get my hands dirty when necessary. My men knew better than to cross me, and they respected me for it. I wasn't a man to be trifled with.
The man who walked into my office was one of my most trusted lieutenants. He was a big, burly man with a scarred face and a grim expression. He walked over to me and said, "I found her, boss. Just like you asked." I nodded, and he dragged in a woman by the hair. She s
