The Untouchable Derek Cross

chapter 5

At that moment in time, hearing the sound and seeing the men on the floor completely knocked out, the ballroom fell silent. Every eye locked onto Derek.

"Who the hell is this guy, whom has decided to destroy himself?"

"Is he insane? Starting trouble at the Morrison family patriarch's birthday party, definitely something most be so wrong with him?"

"He's a dead man. They're going to carry him out in pieces."

"What a clueless idiot."

The guests stared at Derek with contempt, their faces twisted with scorn and pity. The Morrison family was a second-tier powerhouse now, with money, connections, and an army of enforcers. This fool walking in alone was committing suicide.

Claire's face darkened instantly. Nathan stepped forward, adjusting his tie, his expression dripping with arrogance.

"You piece of trash! You dare cause a scene at the Morrison family estate? You tired of living?"

Claire moved closer, her delicate face tilted up, eyes cold and sharp. Then her expression shifted. Her eyes widened.

"Derek? Is that you, you pathetic idiot?"

Her voice was venomous, disbelieving.

"You're out of prison? Have you seen your sister yet? Tell me, has she been used up and destroyed yet?"

At that moment Nathan's eyebrows shot up. Then he burst into loud, mocking laughter. "Oh, it's you! The fool! The scapegoat!"

His grin widened, cruel and vicious.

"You're out? Did you visit your crippled sister? What's left of her? Tell me, how many men have had their fun with her by now? Is she still breathing, or did she finally do everyone a favor and end it?"

Derek's voice was ice. "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. My sister is fine. But today? You're going to have a very, very big problem."

His eyes blazed with killing intent.

"Where is Megan?"

Nathan sneered, throwing his head back. "Damn, haven't seen you in five years, and you still haven't learned anything new. But your mouth? Your mouth got a lot bigger."

He pointed across the room, laughing.

"You looking for that monster? See her there? That pathetic thing lying on the ground like a beaten dog? That's the woman who used to be Riverstone City's goddess. The one who loved you so much she ruined her entire life for you."

His smile turned vicious.

"Too bad she's a disgusting freak now. An ugly, scarred piece of trash. Perfect match for you, don't you think? An idiot and a monster. Two failures made for each other."

Derek followed his gaze.

Megan lay crumpled on the floor, her clothes torn, her hair tangled. Blood smeared the white marble around her. She was covering her face with both hands, her body shaking.

Each detail burned into Derek's mind like fire.

Megan saw him looking. She collapsed further, her voice breaking. "Don't look. Please, don't look at me..."

Her words cut through Derek like knives, he couldn't believe this was same Megan, Megan with beauty, the pride of her eyes.

This was his fault. Everything that happened to her was because of him.

Nathan grabbed Megan by her hair and yanked her head up, forcing her to face Derek. She screamed, her hands falling away from her scarred face.

"Look at her, Derek! Look at how disgusting she is now! Let me show you just how repulsive and vomit-inducing your precious little girlfriend has become!"

He shook her violently, laughing.

"Don't worry. After the homeless guys finish with her, I'll make sure you get a front-row seat to watch. You can see every second of it."

Derek's rage exploded. His whole body trembled, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles cracked. "Let go of her."

Nathan grinned wider. "I won't let go. What are you going to do about it? Come on, tough guy. Bite me."

"You're dead."

Derek stepped forward, his voice low and lethal.

"You destroyed my sister's legs. Now you're torturing Megan. Nathan Morrison, today I'm going to make you pay back everything you've done. Doubled."

His voice was the voice of death itself.

Claire, who'd been standing with her arms crossed, finally laughed. It was cold, mocking, full of disdain.

"Derek, it's been five years and your trash talk has definitely improved. I'll give you that."

She took a step closer, her smile sharp.

"Too bad you came to the wrong place tonight. Do you really think that after five years in prison, you can stand against me? Against us? I already told you five years ago—you and I are not from the same world."

She gestured grandly at the room.

"I'm in the sky. A phoenix soaring above everyone. And you? You're in the dirt. Nothing but a pile of mud that people step on and forget."

Her voice turned venomous.

"Since you came here tonight to cause trouble, to humiliate my family, I'll teach you a lesson. I'll show everyone here that the Morrison family is not to be disrespected."

She waved her hand dismissively.

"Whoever cripples his legs gets a hundred thousand dollars. Cash."

Immediately hearing the order The Morrison enforcers' eyes lit up with greed. They pulled out metal clubs from behind their backs and charged, howling like animals.

Within seconds, they surrounded Derek, clubs raised, swinging down toward his head.

"This guy is dead."

"What a hothead. Starting trouble with the Morrison family? He's begging to die."

"His legs are done. Probably his arms too."

The guests whispered, mocking Derek, their faces full of contempt. He was out of his league. A fool.

Claire's father, Richard Morrison, snorted coldly from his seat. "A death-seeking piece of trash. He got lucky getting out of prison early. Couldn't he have just lived a quiet life? Instead, he dares provoke my family."

Claire's mother, Helen Morrison, sneered, her face twisted with venom. "Five years ago, we knelt before him to make him take the fall. Now it's time for him to pay it all back. With interest."

"Derek, run! you can't do this, please don't allow your anger overwhelm you" Megan screamed, her voice frantic, desperate. She struggled against Nathan's grip, trying to break free, to help him.

Nathan held her tighter, his grin malicious.

"Shut up, you ugly bitch. Watch carefully. Watch how this trash gets his legs broken."

Over a dozen men charged Derek like wolves, snarling, clubs swinging.

Everyone in the room held their breath, waiting to see Derek's body crumple.

Derek raised his fist.

Bang.