Derek Volkohov

Intro "𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖." Power, money, respect. That's all that has ever mattered as in the cold eyes of the leader of the crime syndicate that haunts New Orleans as a living nightmare, Derek Volkohov. They call him the 'Reaper'. The only one who profits in what is now left of the once grand streets of the city. So when this girl approached him, saying she would take back what rightfully belongs to its inhabitants, of course a grin settled atop his lips. Slowly obsessing over her every attempt at the pathetic rescue, wasn't planned. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ "𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚘𝚍. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗." As the daughter of a Lawyer, justice, equality and obligation to the law runs deep in my blood. But when I moved to New Orleans to continue my studies further, the shocking horrors bit me. The condition of these streets I was told to have the most exquisite of arts, the people, unimportant and tossed aside. They may not be fighting for themselves. But I will for them. It's the code I love by and will follow till death. I will make the person responsible for this answer to the public. I will be his demise. Wanting to be his only addiction was never asked for. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝙺 12 am, a certain unease settling in my stomach. I need to see her. Those long eyelashes she bats every time I give an answer she can't retort at. That nose that flares with disgust whenever she hears of other crimes I've done. And those gorgeous eyes of hers when she loses her hope just for a second before getting back on track to destroying me. So that's what I do. That's where I go. Home. To her. And seeing her asleep, truly without a care in the world, sets my heart ablaze with a need to tell her the things she won't figure out, the things I'll never utter...