Into Their Hands

Derrick’s P.O.V.

The next day, we were all camped in the V.I.P. section of my club; Naomi, Emily, Ricky, Grey, and I. I understand that Grey was trying to help us, but I would have preferred if he wasn’t aware of the situation. The less people knew, the better it was for us, but he seemed to be something important to Emily with how he clutched beside her on the seat.

I pulled Naomi firmly close to my side and very far from Grey’s side. Something about his face didn’t sit well with me, and it wasn’t because I was jealous or anything. How could a guy look as pretty as he is and still have those muscular features? Moreover, I have heard about Grey’s company, but nobody knew his background.

Who goes around trusting that kind of guy? Obviously, Naomi’s best friend, Emily. We had to leave Dean with Diana; she was thrilled to have him over, but I had to warn her severely not to slip up in front of Dean. He didn’t know we were family, yet. Although I’d like to change that as soon as possible,