My Boyfriend's in the Mafia

Chapter Eight: Decisions, Decisions.

Chapter Eight

Derek's POV

        We kissed goodbye and she closed the door after she watched me leave, he head resting on the door frame as I drove away. Tonight was the first time I ever heard her laugh.

        I had so much fun tonight, and I got to spend it with the most beautiful girl I've ever met. I'm not sure, but I think now that she knows who I really am, she thinks that I'm just using for her for something. I hate it that she thinks that.

        But before I could think about Annabell, I had some business I had to attend to.

        Of course one of my workers had been undercover, working at some business for me. I needed someone to keep a tab on a rival of mine, who just so happens to be the leader of the Swedish Mafia. By the way, he isn't Swedish at all, so I have no clue why everyone wanted him to be their leader. This rival, however, had killed my father, and stole thousands of dollars from him.

        You see, my father was, at that time, the leader of the Italian mafia. I knew that he was, but I never knew what that meant. I had such a strong relationship with my Papi, and nothing in the word was a greater pride to him than I was. I woke up one day and he was dead. He was lying in his bed, dead. My mother was away on a business trip, so she was spared, but I woke to find that my father was shot in the head. I was only eight years old then, and ever since then I have wanted my revenge. So being the powerful man I am, I had decided to do a stakeout and follow him, then kill him and steal back the money he took from my family. I did this to seek my revenge.

        But here’s the problem. When I met Annabell, she was beautiful. The world seemed to go in slow motion, and I couldn't focus on anything besides her. It was love at first sight. But then I figured out she was George Jameson's daughter.

        George Jameson, who happened to kill my father and stole thousands from me and my family.

        To make matters worse, she also happened to be the intern of my under-cover worker, Drew Donavan. I would never use her, but I have to admit that when I first found out she was George’s daughter and before we started to date, my original plan was to use her to get closer to her father.

        I needed to call Drew, and have a little chat. I parked my car in the garage, and went into my house and sat down in my living room. I called his number. He was my favorite employee, but I soon feared that was about to change.

        “Hey boss!” Drew sounded nervous, as he should be, from the other side of the line.

        “Drew, Drew, Drew. My favorite little worker,” I said bitterly.

        “Boss, if I have failed you in any way, please know that I am very sorry,” he said quickly. I licked my lip in frustration and bit back the instinct to shout into the other line.

        “You have not failed me yet, Drew,” I said as he sighed in relief. My next words I chose with a certain amount of venom. “But you have angered me.” I could hear him tense up.

        “Drew, you told Annabell that I was the leader of the Mafia. She was never supposed to know, she was never supposed to suspect. She was supposed to be oblivious.” I heard his silence.

        “You are very lucky this worked out the way it did, Drew Donavan, or else I would have killed you and hid your body. That’s how serious I am about Annabell.” I could hear that he was holding his breath.

        “But,” I said, playing the good-cop card, “then again, thinking about the mood I would have been in, I was in a very generous mood. So again, thinking about my mood earlier, you would not have been killed, just fired and then blacklisted. But if I wasn't in a generous mood, then…?You know the consequence for next time.”

        Then I hung up. I enjoyed watching people squirm sometimes.

        I went into my kitchen, and made myself dinner since I didn't get to eat earlier at the party. After I finished, I got a call from Annabell. I picked up saying, “Miss me already?” She laughed shakily. “Yes,” she replied with a broken voice, and I could tell she had been crying.

        “Baby, what's wrong,” I asked worriedly. “My ex called, you know, Otis?”

        “Yeah,” I replied. That’s definitely not something that a boyfriend wants to hear.

        “He said that he missed me, and don't worry, Derek, I said I'd never date him again, but I still sometimes feel affected by the pain of the loss. Can you please come back? I really need someone right now,” she said, still crying.

        I cooed. “Of course, baby. I'm on my way right now,” I said immediately.

***

        I drove as fast as I could, and made it there in record time. The front door was never unlocked, so I made myself I key and let myself in.

        Annabell was sitting on her couch in her white nightgown, tissues spread all over the floor and across the couch. She was still crying and was in the process of reaching for another tissue.

        I stopped her hand by taking it into my own. She looked up at me with swelled up eyes. “Derek,” she whispered as I brought her hand up to my face. I nodded with a faint smile. “I'm here.”

        She sat up and I laid down on the couch with her shaking body in my arms. She put her arms around my waist and cried and cried until she had no more tears left to cry out. Finally she started to speak. “You know why I get so upset whenever I think about it?” She asked me. What was I supposed to say to that? “Because you used to love him and he hurt you?” I guessed. Surprisingly, she said, “Not even that. It was the facts that neither of my parents tried to help me get through it.” My heart sank broke for her. Then she said something that made my anger well up even more.

        “My father was the worse of the two. I tried to get some help and you know what he said? He said, ‘The only way to get over it, is to get over it yourself.’”

        I softly kissed her temple and said, "Well now you have me, and I would never hurt you like your father did to you all those years. I love you, Annabell. Forever know that."

        She smiled a bit and said, “I love you too.”

        I warmed up from my head to my feet.

        I thought maybe I would have an advantage if I used her just a little to get to her dad, but now I really know that it would be an advantage not to use her.

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A/N

Mwahahaha! Sneaky, sneaky, Derek!

I would just like to thank everyone that has read and voted on this story so far! This story has over 150 reads? That's awesome! I would never be possible to keep writing without you guys and I am so excited that people actually like my stories! So thank you all, and have an amazing start off to 2014!!!

Ciao Bella,

~Dakota