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.
"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.