Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

DEREK’S P. O. V

He suddenly stood up from my sofa and began to strode toward my window. He sighed. “Derek, when are you leaving this kind of life? You have the money, and you have found true love.” He glanced at me and said.

For the first time in years, Doven called me by my name. He always does that whenever he wants to have a heart-to-heart talk with me. We were like brothers because we both grew up together but he chose to work under me because he thought I was above him the moment I took the position of my father.

But Doven never left my side. He was indeed a brother. My partner in crime, and has seen me through both thick and thin, both in my good and worst days. He has been my shoulder to cry on and has always been my comforter.

I shook my head and let out a sad chuckle, “I was born into this life. How can I run away from the life that lived in me.” I muttered, “Its can only happen in dreams and not in reality. But to be honest, this life is suffocating me and im tired already.” I admitted, as tears swell in my eyes.

He sighed, as his shoulder fell. “Joanna loves you so much. I don’t want her to end up like the rest of the girls.” He stated firmly, staring into my eyes.

“I won’t let him hurt her,” I assured him, but that prompted him to let out a soft chuckle. Which made me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“That was what you always say. But once he called, you delivered.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“That was because I never loved them!” I retorted, sending him a glare.

“You never loved them?” He exclaimed in disbelief, and suddenly let out a dry chuckle, “As if you never wetted my shoulders with your tears when you offered Elena, Rita, Bella, Ceec…”

“Just stop!” I yelled to his face, as i felt my heart clingy at the mention of their name. Those were the ladies who has done nothing but to love me. I dont hurt innocent people, i only hurt the bad ones. That was why i always cried whenever he killed them because they dont deserve it even if i dont have any feelings for them.

He moved away from the window, and began walking around me, with his hands clasped behind him, “He alway made you kill them, all the time. Derek its high time you fight for her. Because I won’t mind pointing my gun on your head if anything happens to her. Make my words.” He threatened and began walking out of my room.

Doven’s words shot through my soul, weakening to core, as I weakly slumb on my bed, with my face buried on my palm. Everything came crashing on my head, and for the first time in my life i began questioning what i do and my feelings which i have never done before.

For the first time, i begining to question myself; why i’m blindling following my father’s footstep, when i knew exactly where its leading me too. When i knew how slowly it destroying the little humanity i have left in me.

But i think it high time i stop this, because i know that im the only person that can put an end to this. It might be hard but i well try. I having so many unanswered question to ask him. Why is he asking me to kill them. What personal crime do they commite to him, and why does it always have to be ladies around me. They is definitly something my Dad is not telling me.

I sprang up to my feet and check my waistwatch, it was already past mid-night. I hastily grab my long black coat and ran out of my room. I stride down the stairs and almost bumped into Doven on my way to the sitting area.

“Going somewhere?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows, as his gaze scaned all over me.

I scoffed loudly, “Do you ever sleep.” I rolled my eyes.

“I got thirsty, so i came out to get drinking water.” He restored, raising up the water bottle for me to see. “Where are you going too.” He asked again.

“I want to meet with him.” I muttered. “Only him have answer to my question.” I added and he nodded his head in understanding.

“Good luck. You both shouldn’t break your heads, because it has been quite a routine.” He teased, flashing my his usual smile and made his way up the stairs.

“Is she back?” My voice stopped him midway. He turned and glanced at me, he shook his head in respond.

I sighed, and continued my walk to my car. I felt the cold breeze against my skin, as my mind wondered where joanne might be on this cold night. I only hope thats she’s okay and come back to me.

I entered my car, and sped out of my mansion. After 2hours drive, i finally arrived at his mansion, and drove into his garage and alighted from my car.

I walked into the mansion, and saw him stroding round his sitting area, with his gaze fixed on a picture he was holding.

“Father. I came to see you.” He slowly turned at the sound of my voice, and smiled.

“Are you with her?” He asked, peeping behind me, but i shook my head, and sat on sofa. He sat opposite mine, and offered me the pictures he was intensively staring at. “Tell me the different between this two pictures.”

I collected the pictures from him, and i was shock to see Joanna’s picture and that of a little girl who i assurmed to be ten year old. But looking at it more closely, i noticed the little’s girl picture was exact same picture Jaxon brought to me on the envelop. I wondered where he got it from.

“One is big, and the other is small.” I blurted out, still staring at the picture, but found nothing wrong with the two pictures.

“Look intensively and use your brain.”

“They only have the same eyes, and hair. Nothing more.”

He sighed and nodded his head, “That is the main reason why i want to see Joanna. I have a feeling, that she’s connected to this ten year old girl.” He muttered, and for the first time, his eyes flickers with fear.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“And what if she is.” I found myself asking, observing his facial expression.

“We are doom!” He whispered.