CHAPTER SIX

(What the hell is wrong with you?)

Derek's birthday was always big occasion for everyone but him. No, Derek Hale hated birthdays, more accurately, he hated parties which came along with it. Because of who he was, people were kissing his ass on daily basis, but at least he could deal with them one in a time. At the party, there was no escape from obnoxious business partners, wannabe girlfriends and dozens of his minions who desired attention of big boss.

On one hand he understood the necessity of making big party, with everyone who means something invited, but on the other side… he really didn't want to be there. There were other, better, things to do, like finally deal with Yukimura clan, than listen Adrian Harris talking about new way of cooking meth. That was exactly what he was doing now.

Derek stood in the darkness of Kanima Club and watched Scott, Isaac and Allison dancing as a very lascivious sandwich. It was 1 am, they couldn't be that drunk to be oblivious what people thinks, but they didn't care anyway. He listened loud beats of music and tried to keep up with annoying chemistry professor. God… Jennifer, their former cook, was at least beautiful. Derek felt sting in his heart, when he realized that he was in love with her. Their relationship could've worked if Jennifer wouldn't be on Deucalion's paycheck and if is hasn't tried to kill him and Scott. It ended up in the other way around.

But Derek didn't want to think about how much his love life sucked. Right now he really wanted to kill Lydia for being so brilliant, that she could actually pull this off. Because, Lydia did make it all happened, from music, food, guests to potential customers. Sometimes she really freaked him out for how smart she was, but he never stopped thanking Peter for bringing her into the Pack. Speaking of which…

"Can you at least pretend that you're having fun, my dear nephew?"

There was a very few people who could actually sneak up to him, his uncle Peter was unfortunately one of them.

"Remind me again, why are you here?" Derek turned to older man.

"You mean why I am alive? After you, and your buddy Scott, stole everything I built and tried to kill me?" Peter's voice was sweet as hell.

This was the part where most people started running away, scared to death. That wasn't Derek's case, because really? Peter was dick, control freak and he was obsessed with power. Derek never understood why, was Lydia so attached to him.

"You killed Laura, you son of a…" Derek exclaimed but realized that Peter is just trying to provoke him. "I'm not having this conversation again. Find some girl who will be insane enough to screw with you and get lost."

Peter smirked and Derek felt sudden urge to wipe that smug out of his face. In that moment, hand landed on his shoulder, when he turned around, he saw Malia skipping eyes from him to Peter and back again.

"I've just wanted to congratulate birthday boy," she offered and smiled at him.

"Don't even bother, your cousin has one of his days," Peter rolled eyes and backwards started to walk away. "Say happy birthday and you may end up in the bottom of the river."

He watched Peter getting lost in the crowd, and then he finally turned to his cousin. Malia was wearing tiny blue dress and heels, that she even matched his height. Derek thought if Cora would ever wear anything like this. Probably not, his sister preferred jeans and flats, so she could kicked everyone ass.

"Sorry, have I interrupted something?" Malia asked.

"Just the usual level of family crappiness," Derek shook his head. "Don't worry about it."

"Ok, well…" Malia's eyes narrowed but she hasn't preyed. "Happy birthday!"

She gave him a bright smile, which Derek couldn't but pay back. "I was sent here by that wolf pack of yours, "Malia pointed out to Stiles, Allison and Scott, "to tell you that it's time for presents."

"You know, that you're part of the pack too, right?" Derek looked her straight in the eyes because he wanted to make sure that she understands.

They wasn't united about bring her into inner circle, hell he didn't want to bring her in, at least not yet. Partially because Malia was still new to them, and they didn't know where her loyalty reaches and also it was safer for her to not get involved in any criminal activities. Derek would never admit it, but he lost most of family thanks to that, and he wasn't willing to lose anyone else.

"I'm no wolf, Derek," Malia pointed out, grabbed his forearm as they made their way through the dancing crowd.

"Whatever," sound her cousin's answer. "You can be coyote."

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Derek got car. It was newest model of silver Ferrari and it was perfect. They dragged him to parking lot in front the club and congratulated him. Scott sing-sang Tadaaa! waving towards the car and in Derek's eyes, he still looked like that puppy-eyes teenager, who he met all those years ago.

Allison kissed him on both cheeks, all smiley and adorable, hooked up on Isaac's arm. They looked like fucking Snow White and prince Charming, and Derek thought that's funny, considering he saw them basically sliced up a guy, two weeks ago. They slept with Scott, they killed for him and all of that just because he asked nicely.

Lydia was sipping Champaign the whole time, looking perfect in her pink dress, hair in complicated bun but eyeing on Malia, who was chatting with Deaton. Marin Morrell came to them and she was ray of sunshine, which was so different from her typical sarcastic self, so she was probably high.

Just when Derek thought, that this will be the right time to get lost, Stiles, slightly tipsy, patted him on shoulder and tried to steal his new car by jumping on driver's seat through the window. Lydia and Scott dragged him away, asking about his medications. Typical.

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"I don't need your fucking help!" Stiles yelled on Scott and Lydia and tried to push them away. There was no point in that, his coordination sucked when he was sober, now he was under his meds, plus completely wasted.

Lydia rolled eyes on Scott and he just shook his head to response. Stiles have been a real charmer. One would say that guy with IQ matching her own, would be smart enough to not drink, when he knows about his condition. Not Stiles Stilinski.

"I'll get some ice and tell the others," Scott offered when they finally settle Stiles down in one of the staff's locker rooms. "Are you gonna be ok?"

The red-head's only answer was raised eye-brows. Scott grinned at her and slammed the door when he left. Stiles, was just throwing up into the bin when she turned to him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat on him."What did you thinking? Get wasted like that?"

"Maybe I wasn't thinking!" Stiles frowned at her, sat on the floor and hugged the trash bin. "We can't be all perfect like Lydia fucking Martin."

"Obviously! Because Malia should have kept an eye on you," Lydia started pacing and continued talk more to herself than to Stiles. "I'm telling you, there is something seriously off with her. Why wouldn't she want to do another paternity test?"

"Stop right there," men on the floor said coldly. "What is your problem? You just can't stand that I'm happy with someone else? Is that it? Because, excuse me that I was tired of waiting, while you have slept with half of this town."

Lydia was staring at him like she was seeing him for the first time. Part of her knew that it's the alcohol talking and he will be her happy Stiles tomorrow again. One the other side, she simply wanted to deny, that what he was telling was true. But, for God's sake, they wasn't on high school anymore, it wasn't like she was in love with every man she ever slept with. Sex was just a way how to get what she wanted. And Lydia Martin always gets what she wants.

"You have problem with Malia?" Stiles continued, like something twisted inside of him, made him go on. "Look at who you are sleeping with. Aiden? Do you even know how many people he killed? You are dating fucking psychopath, Lydia. So, please, do me a favor and give me a break with your unwanted advices."

In that moment the door behind her burst open and in it were Scott and Malia, who immediately kneeled next to Stiles and started to put ice bags on his forehead. Lydia heard and seen enough, she slipped out of the locker room and went straight to one person she knew that makes her forget on everything.

Peter didn't ask questions when she slipped him a note, to meet her in five minutes behind the club. They took a taxi to his flat in downtown and when she pushed him onto bed, Lydia really hasn't thought of Stiles at all.

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Scott was sleeping, wrapped up between Isaac and Allison when the phone rang. They wasn't asleep long, after they finally got out from Derek's party, all three of them ended up in Allison's apartment which was closest to the club. Scott tried to untangle from both of their grabs and checked the time. 5 am, shit.

"Yeah?" he mumbled as he picked up the phone.

"Scott?"

It was Stiles, and Scott wondered what he could possibly want. After Stiles sobered up a little, he left with Malia and they didn't come back, so he assumed that they probably jumped on each other in side alley.

"Dude, its 5 am. What the fuck?"

"Scott, I did something."

His reaction was immediate. Scott jumped off the bed, left sleepy and cursing Isaac behind and slipped in the kitchen. This happened before, it end it up with ten dead people and a lot of mess they had to clean up. Not the mention Stiles mental state, he was still seeing three different shrinks and trying to deal with what he done.

"Ok, Stiles," Scott tried to be calm as possible. "Are you hurt? Tell me where you are and what happened."

"No, I'm not hurt!" Stiles exclaimed but then he fell into terrified mode again. "I don't know, there is a lot of blood and a body."

Scott held his breath. This wasn't good.

"Scott… I think I killed someone."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Wow, the angst! I'm really going darker and darker with this, but hey, they're mobsters. You really can't expect to be them all sweet and fluffy…

And I know, ops – the cliffhanger again! Sorry :-D Who do you think that Stiles killed? (And I promise, I'll try to update faster, we are about 2-3 chapter way from the grand finale...)

Thank you for all your comments, btw! I'm still stunned that you guys like this story this much!

Also, if you want to short your waiting for next chapter, you can try my new Scott/Malia one-shot (Regression to the Mean)… I'm desperate for feedback, because it's new pairing and I kind of fell for them! :-D

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