HENRY'S POV
I stood by the window of my office, staring out at the city below. I should’ve felt satisfaction. After all, I was filthy rich, and I had built an empire most men would kill for. But the satisfaction never came. It never did when I thought about Derrick.
Derrick.
The name alone made my blood boil. He’d always been a step ahead, always managed to take what I wanted. And now, he was about to become the Mafia Don for the district. Not because he deserved it, but because he was marrying that maid, Joan. The arrangement was fake, I knew it. It had to be. Derrick wasn’t capable of love, and certainly not with a maid.
My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms. It wasn’t about the money for me. No, I had more than enough of that. It was about power, and the respe
