Chapter 6 : Dereck

I got out of the coffee shop and walked to my car in the parking lot, as soon as I got behind the wheel and started the car and got into traffic I got a call.

Since I was driving, I connected my phone to my car by bluetooth then I picked up the phone without even bothering to check who was calling me.

"Visconti" I replied in an authoritative voice.

Matamorose's voice immediately filled the interior of my car through the speakers.

"Don Dereck, we came to find the two dealers who mishandled your goods"

"Oh .... where are you?"

"In the basements of your house, Don"

"I'm coming," I said before hanging up.

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45 minutes later I arrived in front of the two big grids who served as a portal.

The gate is black in color and can be opened automatically thanks to an intelligent remote control on my phone and also from the guard monitoring station.

The gates opened and I entered following the path that takes me straight to the huge doors of my mansion, there is also a fountain at the end of the path in front of the mansion doors that I had to bypass. There are also small lava lamps that line both sides of the path and is also in the garden.

I parked next to the huge fountain and got out. As I climbed the staircase, the two large doors of the mansion opened and Thomas, my butler, stepped out. He held out his hand to me as I reached the top of the stairs to grab the keys to my car and take it to the garage.

He lowered his head sharply before lifting it up as a sign of respect when I handed him the keys to my car.

"Don" he said with a smile.

"Thomas" I said, smiling back at him.

"Hope you had a good day?" he asked casually.

"It was good. "

With that, I entered my house, I will give you a brief description of mi casa.

[ Traduction : Mi casa - my home/house ]

Around the mansion, there was the type of black gates that I use as a portal, just above there are spikes. The thing is, the gates that surround the mansion are in a hedge and lianas that prevent anyone from seeing what's going on inside and hide the gates. Besides, even from the inside you can't see the gates.

I have already explained that as soon as you enter through the gate there is a path that leads to the mansion in front of which there is a fountain.

On the sides there are fluorescent lava lamps, hedges, flowers, bushes and even trees. The land covers several hectares, I cannot specify it because it is so large. On the left side of the garden there is a building that looks like a huge greenhouse, in this building there is a swimming pool, the ceiling is completely glazed so that you can see the sky. The room is heated whenever I want to use it, the walls are also made of glass but tinted so that no one can see inside.

There is also a wooden greenhouse to store gardening equipment and other things.

That's about it for this part of the house. In the mansion there are 40 rooms, I have a gym, a cinema room, a basketball room, a training room, a dining room for more guests, a ballroom , an underground garage, a game or play room, two offices, other free rooms, a library and a spacious high-tech kitchen.

As soon as you walk through the doors of the mansion, a sumptuous dark solid wood staircase is found in the middle of the hall which divides into two wings. The staircase leads to the first floor with an elevator, towards the left side of the hall is the living room of vintage and modern style, when one passes the staircase one discovers a glazed wall which gives on the veranda and which leads to the back of the manor, a backyard if you prefer. The veranda is a cozy and comfortable place.

The veranda leads to the backyard of the garden, venturing a little further there is a bridge which leads to a small round terrace. There are chairs, sofas, armchairs and a table on this terrace, in fact it is like a small living room.

What I like about this terrace is that it is in the middle of a river, there are posts that support the structure of the terrace. On the other hand, the ceiling, the floor, the bridge and the rest are made of wood. From the terrace, leaning over the railing over the river, you can admire the fish. And to finish the coloir of the mansion is black and gray , the interior design is a perfect blend of vintage and modern.

I headed for the stairs, which I quickly climbed, then I got on the elevator and typed on the touchscreen in the elevator wall a code and then a fingerprint. After that, the screen showed me two numbers; 1 and 2, I pressed the first button which took me to the basement.

After a short while the elevator doors slid open onto the dimly lit basement hallway.

I got out of the elevator and walked to the third door on the left and entered it. I was greeted with cries of pain and the metallic smell of blood, luckily the room was soundproofed because anyone would be traumatized by the screams that came from it.

The scene in front of me pictured perfectly the meaming of gore, Amir, my torturer hanged the thieves from the ceiling by the feet above an aquarium of boiling oil while inflicting them a very aggressive flogging I must say.

They each had a gag in their mouths that stifled their screams. It could be seen that Amir got off by torturing them. He was shirtless and wore a black apron with black jeans.

"You always do a good job Amir" I said with a satisfied smile.

Amir nodded back to me as he was mute.

"Are they ready to talk?"

He nodded, then snatched their gags from them with an aggressive movement.

"Where is my money?" I asked in an icy voice, my voice echoing across the room.

"We are sorry Don" said the man, weeping miserably.

He must have been in his twenties, he only wore his boxers, he had a lot of wounds and cuts from which blood was flowing and that made me smile.

"I don't want your apologies so I'll say it again, where's my money?"

"We used it," the scared woman replied.

She too must have been in her twenties, she was only wearing underpants, I noticed that she had no more nipples, she also has cuts and bleeding wounds.

"For what?" I asked with a wicked smirk.

"We can't tell you," the man replied.

"Is that so?" I said. "Amir take him down in the oil for a while, im sure he'll enjoy it."

Amir did so without flinching amd plunged the man, his cries were drowned by oil. My threatening gaze then fell on the woman before asking her;

"You're gonna spit out the morsel or you prefer to fry," I said mockingly.

She started to cry harder, begging me not to kill her.

"We used the money to pay for drugs in another cartel since you banned your dealers from using it. They asked us for information about you and we told them what we know, which is very little. "

I laughed looking at her.

"Which cartel? " I asked, laughing.

The girl seemed relieved when she saw me laughing, she even calmed down a little. If only you knew she was going to die anyway.

"I don't know, but they had a crescent moon tattoo and something written at the bottom that I couldn't read."

"Interesting," I said smiling and intrigued, not the least bit worried.

"Amir you can get rid of her, don't forget to clean up the mess as you know how do it so well."

The woman got alarmed and started shouting that she had told me everything, that I had to let her go. Her words were quickly replaced by howls of pain as I closed the door to the room on my way out.

I then entered the living room, Matamorose stood up immediately with a brief nod.

"The port, right now," I said, heading for the front door.

Thomas opened the door for me with a smile and wished me a good end of the day to which I did not respond.

Matamorose started the car as soon as I was seated. It didn't take long to get there.

Matamorose parked not far from the containers. It was almost dark now, which was a good thing since we didn't come for legal activities.

Once we came out of the vehicle we headed towards the harbor master who was waiting for us. He must have been in his forties, he was wearing a plaid shirt underneath a gray blouse and black pants. He looked around nervously, then saw us and walked briskly over to us.

"The cargo is ready Don."

"I hope so Philip, or I won't guarantee that'll you live tonsee tomorrow's." I said menacingly.

My men had come earlier with a moving truck to load the drugs and the weapons. Philip lead us to the container. My men and Matamorose had everything in control. Matamorose then approached me.

"Everything is ready Don, do you want me to pass the information on to our men?"

"Tell them to take the cargo to the warehouse, organize them and make sure everything is in order before my next visit."

"I'll tell them," he said with a nod before turning away from me.

I then headed to the car and waited for Matamorose to finish.

As soon as he finished he entered the car and turned on the car without a word.

On the way back I was deep in thought. Why the hell did i let Christian take control and kiss Catherine, damn it, she must think I have a mental problem now, which isn't totally wrong.

"Ouhh, you're afraid of what she thinks of you" said Christian's voice, laughing.

"Shut the hell up" I whispered

"Don, did you say something?" Matamorose asked worriedly.

" No." I said softly.

"Those lips were so soft against mine, plus I noticed that her nipples were hardening." said Christian laughing.

"Maybe I should start taking my meds again." I whispered, massaging my temples, trying as best I could to dismiss the images of Catherine that began to form in my mind.

"Don?" Matamorose asked.

"It's nothing Matamorose, I'm just lacking sleep."

He nodded and concentrated on driving again.

" Don't you want to fuck her senseless, take her in all sort of positions while she screams your name?"

" Shut up "

"Don't you want to devour her little pussy."

" Just shut the hell up."

"Do you think she's thinking of you right now?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"What am I even saying, who would think of a monster?"

"CHRISTIAN, if you don't shut it up I'm going to start taking my meds again for sure."

"Hey, calm down brother, we're on the same side."

After this last sentence I no longer heard his voice, but Matamorose's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Don, we've arrived," he said worriedly.

I just nodded absently. He got out of the car, walked around and opened the door for me.

"Thank you Matamorose, have a good night." I said, patting him on the shoulder.

He thanked me with a smile, I entered the Four Seasons then went directly to my suite without thinking for a single moment that I would have a visit that evening.

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Catherine

Ok .... now that I am at the reception of the hotel I think that my idea may not be that good.

"I am a close friend of Mr. Visconti, he was supposed to give me his key but he forgot and .... as you can see he is not there."

" Mrs........ "

"Forester," I said with a smile.

"Mrs. Forester, you will understand that I am not supposed to give you the copy of Mr. Visconti's key without his authorization," she said with a tight smile.

This receptionist is starting to piss me off. So I decided to use a good old fashioned method that almost always works. I opened my bag and pulled out my phone then looked her straight in the eye with a mischievous smile.

"If you don't believe me, maybe I should call him," I said, meeting her gaze.

She knew Dereck had the power to get her fired with one phone call and it was confirmed when I saw her gaze fall as she frantically searched for something. As I was about to make my fake call, she handed me a key apologetically, I didn't answer and left with a smile on my face.

Jackpot, she had to be new or it wouldn't work so well. So I hastened to go into Dereck's suite since I didn't know when he was going to come back.

He and I have some things to sort out.

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When I entered my suite, I was surprised to find that the light were on but what surprised me the most was seeing Catherine, sitting in an armchair. She was looking at me smiling, she was wearing black yoga tights, with a white crop top and black ballet flats. Her hair was in a messy bun with a few strands of hair that framed her face beautifully.

"Good evening, Mr. Visconti" she said, smiling mischievously.

I just looked at her with a smirk as I took off my jacket, which I hung on the coat rack near the door. I then headed to the bar where I poured myself a glass of whiskey with ice cubes and then I walked over to the couch in front of her.

I sat down crossing my legs.

"What do I owe this charming intrusion, Miss Forester?"

"You told me that you would do whatever I wanted to be forgiven when you kissed me"

"Yeah, and now I'm regretting it," I said, swallowing a hot sip of my drink, despite the ice cubes.

"I don't care if you regret, I'm not even going to hold you accountable for this morning" she said, glaring at me.

"Because you liked it," I said with a smile, running my free hand through my hair.

" I beg your pardon?" she exclaimed outraged.

"No more chatter, what do you want Catherine?" I said, looking her straight in the eye.

She sighed, visibly trying to calm down.

"That you help me for the project"

"It was so obvious!" I said, massaging my temple. "Well I would, can you go now?"

"Before you say no, don't forget that ....... wait a bit, that's all?" she asked incredulously.

"What?" I said brutally.

"I thought you would say no and make a big deal out of it."

"Catherine, listen to me carefully, I'm tired, you broke into my house ....."

"Technically, it's not a break-in as the lock isn't forced," she said casually.

In order not to say something that I was going to regret I just emptied my glass and then I glared at her.

"You should go Catherine" I said slowly because I was angry and tired.

"Do you have visitors coming?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I didn't answer and got up from the couch to go into the kitchen, she followed me.

I was craving something sweet, so I rummaged through the cupboards, I found Oreos, gelatin bears and a tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream in the fridge.

I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and settled myself on one of the stools around the counter. While I enjoyed my food.

Catherine then came and stole my Oreos and my ice cream tub then sat down in front of me cross-legged on the stool and began to eat, mocking my shocked expression which turned into anger.

"All except food Catherine, food is sacred" I screamed

She seemed a little surprised that I increased my tone but shrugged it off and stuck out her tongue before taking a spoonful of ice cream, and licked the spoon, it made me imagine things.

"I agree on that ," she laughed.

I got up and walked over to her but she was faster and stood up from her stool with the ice cream tub in one hand and the spoon in the other.

A chase ensued between us in my suite as we laughed. She ate the ice cream while running. At a certain point, she almost came in contact with the wall, she narrowly avoided it but slipped and fell on her buttocks, uttering a cry.

I then stopped next to her and laughed despite the fact that I was out of breath and hunched over. She glared at me with a pout so cute that it made me crack, a strange heat spread in my chest. I had never felt so good.

"Ouch, my butt hurts" she said with a pout. She picked up the ice cream again and ate it despite her so-called pain.

It made me laugh even more. She then handed me the last spoon, so I leaned forward and took the spoon in my mouth, staring straight in her eyes. The ice had dripped a bit on her thumb, so I took her thumb in my mouth and sucked it, still keeping eye contact, her lips parted slightly.

After I released her thumb, she put her lips to mine.