Esmae's POV

Derek stared at Jake before wrapping his arms around me. Pulling me to him roughly.

Jake's jaw clenched.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Jake said.

"And why not?" Derek asked holding me tightly.

"Because as of this moment Esmae, belongs to me."

I sneered at his words.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well, as you know I have been doing business with your father for quite some time. He asked to borrow money a month ago and when I came to collect, he didn't have it. So, he promised me you instead. And of course I accepted."

My father wasn't exactly the image of perfection. He has been helping Jake kill people for years and I have never forgave him for that.

"How much?" I asked.

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"three hundred, eighty six million."

what?!!!!!! What could he possibly need that coasts that much?

"Is there anything else you want?" I asked scared of the answer.

"No." He replies without hesitation.

Dereks hold on me gets tighter.

"No!!! I don't give a damn who you are or who you want! But you are not getting here. So, why don't you do yourself a favour... and get the hell out of my house." Derek screamed at him.

Does he want to die.




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