The Worst In Me
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Please note: This isn't a story with plot. It's a series of drabbles of this world. I'll try to make it flow, but I won't work too hard to connect the scenes/plot (What even is the plot? I don't know her.) In other words..."No plot. Just vibes!"

Should I be starting a new project? No. But here I am. I haven't been inspired (although each unfinished WIP plays in my head like a movie when I go to sleep at night. I have a problem.)

Anyway, I couldn't get these scenes out of my head. But I also don't want to do a full on story. So I present to you this mess. I hope you enjoy it for what it is. I can't promise a Happy Ending. I can't even promise I'll finish this. So read at your own risk.

If this were a traditionally published book I would say it's a Mafia Romance. But let's be real, any actual violence and unaliving will be done off screen cause I can't write that. This might end up being crass. It may a little more fucked up than my usual stuff. Read the tags please. I'll try my best to keep them up to date as I go.

Even though this is Mafia!Derek, he still drinks his Respect Women Juice daily* (Cause I literally can't write to him any other way.)

Alright, enough bullshit. Let's do this.

The Worst In Me
Chapter 1

Derek didn't have many moments of relaxation in his day. His life was almost always in danger. And he was constantly worried about one thing or another. Sure, he had people who took care of just about everything, but still, he didn't allow himself to relax, to let go. But, once a week, for a few precious hours, everything in his world would fade to black and he would indulge in ecstasy, in pleasure, in bliss.

This was one of those times.

Sally was on her knees, looking up at him with those sinful eyes that just saw through him. Her pink tongue circled his swollen tip like it was her greatest pleasure in life. In that moment, looking down at her through heavy-lidded eyes, his mind went blank. Completely void of thoughts, of deals, of money or schemes. For the first time all week his mind was quiet. There was nothing left in him but his sole focus on her and it was glorious. She was better than drugs or alcohol. She was better than yoga or meditation. She was the only bit of selfishness he was allotted. So he savored every second of it.

That was till they were interrupted by three hard knocks on the large wooden door of the bedroom. Derek slammed his head back in the armchair he was seated at, screwing his eyes closed tight. He felt like his mind, his brain, click back online. And just like that his five minutes of bliss were as good as gone. Whatever was on the other side of the door would steal him away.

Sally stopped all of her movements, looking up at him, awaiting further instructions. She was truly an angel who just understood. And it was that understanding that made her so special to him.

"What?!" Derek growled, eyeing the locked door as if the wood had been the one to ruin his night.

"You need to see this," Sam offered from the other side.

Derek groaned. Sam knew him better than anyone. He knew what was considered important to Derek. So that meant that something was very wrong. "Two minutes," Derek replied, reluctantly. Two minutes to get his dick under control and switch back into the man the world expected him to be.

He turned his eyes towards Sally who was already tucking him back into his briefs. "I'm sorry," he grimaced. Because he was.

They had a mutually beneficial arrangement. Sally knew what he liked. And he knew how to get her off. He practically wrote the manual. He even showed her a couple of things she had never even done before. And although it was good for both of them, it wasn't a relationship. But it was the closest thing he had come to in a long time.

"Go," she smiled, waving him off like it was no big deal. She stood to her full height, her thumb coming up to wipe at the corner of her pouty lips. She was so goddamn beautiful and he was so fucked. Or well, he wasn't fucked, and that was the problem. He was about to be very uncomfortable in his dress pants. Derek closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, reasoning with his body to get it together.

"Alright," he eventually sighed, standing up and putting himself to rights. "Stay for a while. I'll send some food up," he offered. He was normally very good with aftercare, always making sure she was alright, well feed, and satisfied in every way. But he didn't have the time to dote on her like normal. He'd have to phone it in.

Sally waved him off again, completely unbothered. She was so nonchalant, so chill, so go with the flow. It's the only reason their arrangement worked so well. With his lifestyle, he needed that.

He watched her move around the room in the expensive lingerie he had gotten her in Paris. He allowed himself to enjoy the view for as long as he could. He knew he wouldn't see her again for another week.

She slipped on a black silk robe effectively covering herself before crawling into the beautiful four-poster bed. He watched her snuggled into the covers, tv remote in hand and a flute of champagne in the other. She was the picture of luxury and he was jealous. He was supposed to be in that bed doing all sorts of fun things to her. But no, he had to get back to work.

He shook himself out of it, grabbing his suit jacket off the bed and pressing a soft parting kiss to her forehead.

Derek stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. Hopefully, Sally could just relax for the night and enjoy some of the luxuries that he could afford. He knew she deserved it. "Anything she needs," Derek declared, looking at Ralph pointedly. "And have the kitchen send up some food, alright?"

Ralph nodded once, turning to head down towards the kitchen to put the order in himself.

With that Derek slipped on his suit jacket, finally looking like the boss again. The navy suit he wore was from his favorite Italian designer. Every part of it was made just for him. The fabric alone cost a fortune. His jacket had Venturi embroidered on the inside pocket. There was even a small Canadian maple leaf stitched on the right-hand collar. It was so subtle you'd miss it. His cufflinks were made of pure silver; he had quite the collection. Derek had money to spend, he didn't care how much it cost because when he walked into a room, his appearance, his aura had to command attention and respect without him saying a word. And it did, every single time.

Derek took a step in the other direction, following Sam down the opposite hallways. "What is it?" Derek asked when they were alone. He trusted Ralph who was already aware of the situation, but he knew whatever Sam was about to drop on him was big.

Sam just frowned but didn't meet Derek's eyes. "It's Casey," he finally bit out reluctantly.

Her name alone made Derek's stomach dip like a ten story drop. His body had gone through too many hormonal ups and downs in the last few minutes alone. From sex to stress to…. Casey . She was emotional all on her own. One he tried to stay away from. And yet...

"What about her?" he finally asked, his voice wavering just a bit. Sam didn't answer him, he just stopped in front of Derek's office door with a grimace.

Well, Fuck.

Without hesitation, Derek opened the door.

AN: Plot? What plot? This is pure vibes. That was the only sexual Derek/Sally scene FYI.

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