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Chatting up to the strangers was still a pretty obnoxious concept to Derek which was a pity for I knew for a fact he could be a charmer if he put even half the effort to it, and that face and that body and those smooth muscles under the ever-present Henley and that bone structures – they didn’t hurt either. In fact, rumour had it Devils’ Own was fast becoming the favourive cake shop for the people of Beacon Hills because of the dark and broody owner, who sometimes deigned to appear in the shop, lurking in the background. More often than not, people were disappointed for Derek’s appearance was a rare event and even when he did appear, he usually lurked in the background or escaped into the kitchen for God forbid somebody could try to talk or horror of horrors flirted or batted their eyelashes a little at him.
That was the reason I was surprised to hear him sound like that!
Derek has friends now as well as a pack who cares for him genuinely, and he would think the days people thought he was a monster is over.
How wrong can be be when his past again catches up with him...determined to burn his life around him as he stands helpless, yet again!
- Part 2 of Give Me Your Pain