Beneath The Mafia's Dark Mind

Scarlett got out of the shower and dabbed her hair with a towel. In a slow pace, she put on her pajamas as she sat in front of her mirror to get herself ready to go to bed.

Just then, her phone beeped signaling a message notification. She tapped on her phone to steal a peep at the details of the text, as she already concluded in her mind that it wasn't something important, just like her life.

A peep turned into a furious look as her face burned red like brimstone. She grabbed her phone in a flash, her eyes piercing deeply into the phone screen almost popping out of its socket.

"That bastard!!!" Scarlett roared, as she got to her feet. Without a second thought, she dialed the sender's number numerous times but got no answer which made her anger escalate.

"That good for nothing prick!!" Those words tumbled out of her mouth as she immediately grabbed her car keys and rushed out. She was heading straight to the Red and Blue Pub.

A few minutes later, Scarlett arrived and rushed in. She was looking around desperately like a new mother that had just lost her baby. She ferociously barged into the VIP hall and hurried past a man who was on his way to the VVIP room. She was blinded by anger and focused on scanning the area for any sign of the bastard. She was ready to feast on him the moment she found him.

Unknown to her, Derek, whose path she had just crossed, chuckled at the sight of her. It wasn't his first time in a club, but it was his first time seeing a lady dressed in pajamas in a club. Derek had never taken any interest in a lady but he couldn't stop staring at Scarlett. He couldn't tell if it was because of her weird appearance or if there was something more.

With rage, Scarlett opened the doors of the VIP private room one after the other searching for him until she found the right room. Her hard pounding heart almost exploded from anger as she witnessed the scene in front of her.

"Let's party, everyone. Let's go for a second ride, drinks on me!!!" The voice declared and it was followed by loud screams and cheers from the people in the room.

"Second ride my ass!!" Scarlett thundered with all her strength. The whole room dropped dead silent as everyone had a perplexed look on their face at the sight of Scarlett.

She strode her way towards the guy and before he knew it, she had pasted her hand prints on his face twice.

"How dare you slap me?" Martinez barked, as he held his cheeks.

"Fuck you! Who the hell do you think you are? I don't mind you partying your life out, with whoever you want to. But you had the guts to take pictures of you both kissing and send it to me?" Scarlett voiced, her fingers pointing at the lady beside him.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean I sent-"

"What the hell is this?" Scarlett shoved her phone in his face, as she showed him the message he had sent her. From the caption on the photo, the message had been sent to her by mistake, as it had a guy's name on it. They must have had a bet and he had snapped the photo to send to him as proof that he had won but he sent it to Scarlett instead.

"Fuck!!!" Martinez muttered as he grabbed his phone to confirm it. "That message wasn't for you. I was going to send it to Lamuel but-"

"Who cares who the hell you wanted to send it to?" She cut him. "I'm mad because you had the guts to use my credit card to ride this disgusting party of yours, my hard earned money." Scarlett screamed as she sent the glasses and drinks on the table crashing to the ground.

In an instant, Scarlett glanced down at herself. She just realized she had stormed in there dressed in pajamas. Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment as everyone in the room burst into laughter while mockingly pointing at her.

Scarlett clenched her fist as she tried to fight her emotions. She wasn't going to let them belittle her.

"Do you know who I am?" Scarlett shot at her and. Then placed both hands on her waist.

"What?" Martinez's lover blurted out as the whole room became quiet.

Scarlett climbed on the table in an elegant manner. "I am Scarlett Fernando, got a problem?" She announced her name like it held any relevance.

"Scarlett, there's no need for all this. You're embarrassing me." Martinez's words were slurred as he tried to pull her down from the table.

"Don't you dare touch me." Scarlett said coldly as she sent his hand flying. "I'm not your girlfriend. We were only getting to know ourselves and you just proved me right after all. You both deserve each other."

"Then why are you doing all this? Barging in here looking like this and stirring everyone up? Do you perhaps have feelings for me?" Martinez tried to change the story to his favor.

Scarlett cracked out laughing hysterically. "What? Feelings? For who? You?" She pointed at him. "Oh please in your dreams." She rolled her eyes.

"If that's the case then why are you here? You should have acted unaffected just like you always did. You were so numb you hardly even showed your feelings. That's why you've never experienced what it means to love or be loved. That's because you have no love in you either. Doing this now only makes you look pathetic."

Scarlett gasped at his words. Martinez without wasting a second rushed to his suit pocket to get the card but stopped as his face turned pale and he broke into cold sweat.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Hand the card over." Scarlett scolded. Her hands stretched out, waiting to get the card.

"Shit. I.. I don't know how it happened but the card is broken. So just take it and get out of here." Martinez clearly was not remorseful.

"My card is what?" Scarlett couldn't believe her ears and eyes. She got down from the table and retrieved her card from his hands. It was broken in half.

"I don't know how it happened but..." His voice trailed off as his eyes met with Scarlett's. "Scarlett calm down. It's just a mistake. You're overreacting. It's just a card." Martinez spoke but with a less concerned look on his face.

"Did you just say, overreacting? You don't even have the decency to feel remorse. But you crossed the line when you felt you could use me to polish yourself. And you called it what? Overreacting? Well this is the main definition of overreacting." She grabbed a glass of wine, poured it on the lady's face and smashed the glass on Martinez's head.

Immediately after that, screams rented the whole room. Martinez was bleeding. The lady called for the guards as she became frightened of Scarlett's rage. Just then, two men hurried in and Derek, who had been observing the scene unfolding before him with serious and careful examination, took steps forward too.

Derek who had been watching the whole time chuckled and moved to his private elevator that was around there. He couldn't believe a girl like that existed. All the women he came across always acted coy and played modest, trying to look innocent just to get his attention, which made him puke at the sight of them.

But this lady was different. Her appearance alone was weird and the vibe and action she came with wasn't so ladylike but then he found her amusing. It made him think how lucky he would be if he had someone like her working for him.

"Gaurds, make sure she is dealt with. She barged in here and assaulted my boyfriend."

"What? I can't believe my night sucks because of undeserving people like you." Scarlett snapped and without taking a peep she grabbed her phone and the purse she came in with.

She took steps backward trying to avoid the men that came in. She had to come up with a means of escape so things won't turn dirty with these people. It just wasn't worth it. She had no feelings for the guy to begin with, neither did she see him in a romantic way. Suffering because of him just wasn't appealing.

She had always had this strong resolution that men will always be men, they never change, instead they evolve into the worst version of themselves as they age and she had never been proven wrong. All her relationships never had a happy ending, most times it made her think if she was that difficult to love or it was just her luck. What could she have done in her past life for her and love to be miles apart.

But that wasn't the pressing issue. The sticky situation she was in right now was definitely her biggest concern. She slyly got a read around the room, searching for a means of escape.

"Undeserving people? If I were you I'd be worried about myself right now." The lady proudly stated, interrupting Scarlett's thought. "You just might not make it out here unshattered." She added.

Scarlett cleared her throat. "Why? Are you going to ask them to hit me?" Scarlett asked while keeping watch of the elevator from the side of her eye.

"Of course, what did you think I meant by dealt." The lady chuckled. "I need to teach you a lesson. Have a safe trip in hell. Guards!" She ordered and the two bodyguards instantly rushed at Scarlett to make sure she didn't escape, but she smartly averted their extreme attempt to grab her, causing them to collide and fall on their boss.

Then, in a haste, she hurried out and pulled a waiter, who was passing by, causing the tray of glasses of wine he had in hand to fall, spill and shatter. She used him as a shield against the guards who were still trying to come after her. Just then, her eyes caught sight of the elevator door that had just opened and Derek, who was being entertained from the Scarlett show, got in.

She saw this and quickly pushed the waiter at the guards and tossed her foot slippers in a flash into the narrowing gap of the closing doors and they halted. Her shoe wedged firmly between the doors, holding them ajar. Derek, who was looking at his phone, looked up and chuckled at the absurdity. Then as the door of the elevator slowly opened, he was shocked to see the crazy girl in front of him. His eyes widened but not from shock. The boldness and the audacity she had to even think of getting on the same elevator with him.

Before he could even grasp the situation, Scarlett, who was in a hurry jumped into the elevator but crashed into him, causing both of them to fall on the ground. The elevator door closed leaving Scarlett and Derek together inside.

The look on Derek's face was enough to know the level of disbelief he was feeling about what just happened. The frantic girl who had got herself entangled in a mess that he was watching a while ago was now in front of him, and not just in front of him, she was laying on top of his body.

Derek's heart start pounding heavily in his chest. He has never found himself in such an awkward situation before. His body suddenly started getting heated and he thought it was his phobia attack kicking in, but he was wrong. His breathing was still normal.

Just then Scarlett raised her head up, her slightly damp hair laid on Derek's chest which was slightly covered and their eyes locked. Scarlett kept staring, her eyes totally glued to him. Next, she trailed her gaze to his lips which looked so soft, and were parted as if they were asking her for a kiss.

What the hell is wrong with her? A while ago she had just confirmed her resolution that men are not to be trusted, but in just a few seconds she's getting bewitched by another.

Derek, who was dumbfounded by what was happening, kept staring at Scarlett.

Her slightly damp hair which laid on his chest could have made him feel cold but instead his body temperature kept getting heated.

He could feel Scarlett nipples harden as she laid on his body which made his dick harden. She was wearing pajamas that made her body vulnerable. Anyone she came in contact with would easily see or feel her boobs, slim waist and feel her silky skin.

How could a lady this delicate and sexy be so careless to bounce into a club wearing only pajamas and pick a fight with a lot of people. If he had not witnessed it himself he would have doubted it if someone told him about it. She looked so fragile but behind that fragile look there was definitely a crazy being beneath.

Derek couldn't grasp what he was feeling at the moment, he could see himself turning her over, taking off her pajamas and having her there on the spot.

"Fuck!" Derek cursed himself silently for having such lustfully thought.

"What's happening, I'm still okay." He tried moving his fingers to see if they had stiffened, which was one of the symptoms he had when a lady touched him. It was a shock to him that he was perfectly fine. He slowly moved his hand which was resting on Scarlett's waist.

"I can move my hands," mused Derek.

He leisurely moved his hand to her face and gingerly caressed Scarlett's face while staring at her lustfully.

"Why do I still feel normal even after being in such a state with this lady? I don't feel any anxiety or panic attack. My breathing and everything is normal. I have never felt this relaxed close to a lady, for as long as I can remember." He wondered in his mind.

"Who Are You?" He asked out loud as he stared deeply into her eyes.

The elevator door opened and Scarlett came to her senses and in a flash, as she hurried out of the elevator. "Damn it! wrong floor!" she expressed, realizing it was not on the first floor and then, she bolted towards the stairs.

Derek slowly got to his feet, his heart still beating fast and he was shaking and breathing rapidly. His ears were so red that he could feel them heating up, so he reached for his right ear and rubbed it with his fingers. "What the hell?" His voice shook, but that wasn't the only thing that was shaking. He held his face with his hand and noticed his fingers shaking. This wasn't his allergy, it was different. This was an emotional reaction. He had never felt that way for a woman, especially since he got diagnosed with gynophobia.

He kept thinking of the moment Scarlett's body came in contact with his. Just thinking about it made him hard below, which got him more upset. How is it possible that he could not control his own body?

"That strange girl has really messed with me, I have never been demeaned to that level by anyone before, especially not by a lady."

He was about to step out of the elevator when he caught sight of a purse. "Hmm," he exhaled with a witty grin and picked it up. The devilish smile on his face became even wider, curling his lips to their limits. "You can never escape me!"

With that, Derek hurried off to meet up with Scarlett. When he got outside of the Pub, she was not in sight, she was already gone.

"Fuck!!!" He exclaimed and pushed his hairs back backwards. Beneath his calm exterior, he was frustrated. He was not used to people slipping away from him and the fact that she had vanished so quickly left him unsettled.

Without hesitation, Derek went back inside. He strode up to the bar, his presence commanding the attention of the staff. "I need to see the outside cameras," he said in a way that made it clear he wasn't asking.

The bartender, a middle-aged man with tired eyes, glanced at Derek. The sturdy presence of the handsome but dangerous looking guy in front of him got him trembling for seconds even though he had not made or showed any sign of violence. Derek's appearance alone already instilled so much fear in him as he looked around nervously before nodding.

Moments later, he was in a small back room meant for high ranking staff alone, staring at a screen that's showing the footage from the outside. His sharp eyes traced the movements of people leaving and there she was, heading straight for a car parked at the corner. Her face was not showing clearly, Derek recognized her from her unique attire. She didn't waste a second before stepping inside to drive away.

Derek leaned forward, taking note of the plate number as the car pulled away. And without a word, he pulled out his phone and took a quick photo of the screen. He straightened up, his mind already calculating his next steps. The situation had changed. She was no longer a mystery, he had a lead now, and he wasn't the type to let something like this go.

He thanked the bartender and exited the room. People could run, but they couldn't hide from him for long.

Under an hour, Derek got to his Penthouse. His apartment was on the 100th floor of D'Amico palace, one of the most refined buildings in New York. He threw his jacket and other stuff he had in hand on his couch and immediately took off his shirt. He fixed himself coffee just so he could relax, which wasn't still working, he felt like something within him had awakened.

He went into his room, barged into the shower with his shoes on and still dressed in his suit trouser as he turned on the shower and soaked himself with cold water, but the thought of Scarlett's face still kept lurking in his mind.

He stared at himself in a mirror as the water from the shower swept through his body. The cold water from the shower reminded him more of the feeling he had when Scarlett's damp hair laced on his chest, her gentle yet racing heartbeat, the rhythm of her breathing, innocent looking dreamy eyes and her boobs- "Gosh Derek you have to stop." He growled as he shut his eyes. Something was really off about his body, his self-control had just been fractured.

The bathroom mirror framed Derek's passion as he slammed his fist against the mirror, his reflection staring back as he struggled to contain the desire the strange girl had ignited in him. His body craved the almost familiar curve of Scarlett's body, their close contact echoing through every fiber as the recollection of Scarlett's warmth on his chest coursed through him like liquid fire causing his dick to hardened and an almost silent moan to titter out of his lips.

His breathing was ragged and his body kept getting aroused, his cheeks felt hot and he was blushing red. He could not believe a lady would have such an effect on him.The fact that his body did not feel repulsive even after such a close contact with her felt so surreal. Scarlett's face superimposed over his cracked reflection and his mind kept picturing himself stripping Scarlett off the annoying pajamas, feeding on her lips dangerously.

Just then, his phone rang, waking him from his thoughts. He stepped out of the shower, took off his shoes and damp trousers and changed into a bathrobe before looking at his phone.

It was a message from one of his competitors, Deegan. He had sent him a message and is asking for them to meet up.

He silently reached out for a bottle of wine, which was on a small table right beside his bed and slowly poured the wine into a glass. Then he sat on his bed sipping it slowly as a dark and calculative look clouded his face.

Without further hesitation, he dialed a number. His tone was cool and direct as soon as it connected.

"I need a plate run," he said, giving the number he'd snapped from the footage.

There was no need for explanations, he wasn't the type to explain himself. The person on the other end knew what to do.

"Find out who it's registered to, and where I can find them. Make it quick."