DEREK'S POV
"Bitch"
That word, Bitch, I hate to the core. And this man dared to spit in front of my face. It was a triggering word that was enough to send me to the edge and fire an attack like a gun.
My fist clenched by my side, and without holding myself, my hands went into flying speed and landed on the face of the tall bastard in front of me.
I could feel the wind from the impact of my punch, which flew my black leather jacket, and it was back to its original state when I retreated.
Everyone in the room opened their mouth wide as the scene unfolded before them. Their eyes would have bulged out of their sockets if they tried any harder.
The man I just punched was no other than my boss's son, spoiled son, if I could add his character trait.
He was miserably in a shocked state because obviously, I doubt if anybody had punched him hard enough to make him bleed through his nose.
But being a mafia boss's son doesn't grant him the flash card to act recklessly.
Boss was sitting a considerable distance away from us, comfortably settled in his comfort chair.
Involuntarily, everybody looked at him and returned their eyes to me.
I didn't care about their gaze and tied my hair, tugged my shirt, opened my watch, and walked over to the bastard.
Nobody dared to step ahead and stop me.
If the boss doesn't interfere, you don't either. It was an unwritten rule of our organisation.
"What, you can't accept that you are a little bitch? Damn bitch, did I offend-" Before the bastard could bark further, I landed multiple punches on his face.
"Yes," I said with a smile. "You offended me."
The boss can punish me later for beating the shit out of his son, but once I am pushed to my edge, nobody can stop me. It was an old habit of rebelling with my father. It was my ego, and I was proud of it. It was me.
The man lying beneath me took my punches shamelessly.
"Fight back, why won't you?" I mocked him as he lay flat on the ground. I finally stopped and watched him breathe frantically.
I saw his hands turning into a fist, and I knew that an attack was incoming in a few seconds.
Observation is important when you fight. It was a valuable lesson I learnt during my training, you are attacked when you are unaware of your surroundings.
And hence, with my observation, before he could land a punch in my direction, I swiftly moved away. When his hand appeared in front of my face, I took the opportunity and twisted it behind his back.
My knees were on his spine, and with a generous amount of force, I could break it. My other hand held his head pinned to the ground, and breaking his jaw seemed like a fun idea.
But I resisted and immersed myself, as he begged me.
"Stop, I said fucking stop." His speech was quite unclear.
"Apologize first," I commanded.
"I am sorry,"
It was insincere. I increased the pressure on his hand. He screamed with agony and it felt amazing. I was a sadistic bastard afterall.
"Fuck! I am sorry!"
"Say please secondly,"
"Please, I am sorry, Please sorry, or sorry please." He mumbled nonsense.
I released his hand and stood up. I looked at my boss, and surprisingly, he looked amused.
Fucking disgusting. I commented on the thought in my mind, but I doubt my expression gave my thoughts away.
I hate parents who amused themselves with their children's suffering.
When I lowered my face and looked at the young man below me, he was writhing with pain, and his father didn't bat him an eye. I could have felt pity if not for his shitty behavior.
My boss pointed his fingers towards one of the men standing on the left of the room and ordered, "Take him to Grabiel."
With shaking legs, the man stepped forward and dragged the pitiful bastard away.
"Everybody leave, except Derek."
I remained in my position as the people around me left the room silently.
It was me who called out for this meeting. I am the operational manager, mostly managing matters with my gun.
When I learned that our next batch of stocks was under custom officer's hold because of Erik's negligence, I couldn't feel anything but irritated at Erik, the bastard I just punched.
When I confronted the issue, he dared to share the part of the blame with the innocent intelligence guy of the organisation.
He was posted as the general manager, but this bastard was best non-existing.
And when I saved the innocent guy, to make himself a victim, he threw a bitch and whore tag at me.
These Alphas always find ways to blame the Omegas, in some way or other.
"What were you thinking, beating my son in front of me?" The boss asked.
"Thinking to make him understand that, being your son, he doesn't get the flash card to make mistakes." It was partially right. The correct answer would have been to kill him. I was thinking of killing him.
He raised his brows with amusement as he stood in front of me. His signature cane was in the hold of his hand.
It was landing on me in few minutes, and I couldn't escape it despite observation and even with an honest answer.
I glanced at his hand, which was rubbing the tip of his cane. It was a habit of his that I caught in my observation.
"My son is useless," He sighed with exhaustion. "What could I possibly do to him?"
He looked like a worried father of a spoiled son, like he wasn't enjoying watching the same son getting beaten with enthusiasm.
Therefore, parents confused me. They are caring for one second, but turn into monsters the next second. Nobody can understand their dynamic, even themselves.
I was unsure of the reply that I wanted to say, but I said it nevertheless: "He is not useless, just spoilt."
That cane of the boss was my worse enemy. It struck me, and it hurt more than a mortal could hurt you. But my mouth was my worst enemy of all. I spilled bulshit before my brain could comprehend.
"I will ignore whatever shit you just said. All I wanted was to ask you a small favor."
"And that is?"
"I want to promote to become my son's assistant."
"What are the benefits?"
"You will deal with the legal business, less chaotic, follow a simple schedule, rise in salary, and beat my son occasionally." The last words of his sentence sounded sarcastic.
But I didn't laugh.
"Not interested. I like the underdog fight, chaos, and I don't want to be involved with your son."
"That was not a request, but an order." Boss concluded firmly, and I was left with no room for argument as the cane thumped lightly on the carpeted floor.