Tate.
A bright light invades my vision. Bright white light, causing me to blink multiple times.
As the light dims down slightly, a ceiling forms above me. What the fuck, this isn't my goddamn ceiling. I know what mine looks like and this isn't it.
"What the fuck" I spoke, but that clearly wasn't a good move. My hands shot up to my throbbing head, causing me to groan.
"Took you long enough" a familiar voice spoke up. A slap follows. "Fuck."
"Shut up will you, she just woke up. You're causing her a headache with your excuse of a voice" another voice replied.
"Shut both your traps" I managed to get out as I'm sitting up against the bed.
Dominic's face pops up in the corner of my vision, looking very... Happy? Ah wasn't he always? This fuckers favourite dog could've died, and he still would be able to smile.
"Good morning sleeping beauty, it has currently been sixteen hours since you went out" he said glancing at his watch.
"Ah, you think I'm beautiful, but I'm still one hundred percent lesbi- sixteen fucking hours?!"
"Mhm, sixteen fucking hours" he replied with a smile.
"I was out for sixteen hours? Wait, where am I?" I look around the unfamiliar room. Two chairs are next to the bed I'm on, one occupied by Dominic. On my left, there was a nightstand, a small closet and a big window on my right side. Atlas is leaning against the door opening, with arms and ankles crossed.
"Phoenix Hospital" Atlas replies while sitting on the chair next to Dominic.
"Wait, hospital-" then I remembered. The events from that evening hit me like a truck. I was stabbed. Repeatedly. "That goddamn bitch" I whispered.
"Wait who?" Atlas perked up.
"That bitch who stabbed me."
"Oh yeah right, please explain what happened, causing The Famous Eagle to get stabbed. Multiple times" Atlas said mockingly, earning another slap from Dominic.
"Ignore him, Tay, he has trouble in paradise" Atlas slapped him back. "Damnit!" while rubbing the back of his head Dominic continued, "But please explain."
"I don't know what happened" I sighed disappointedly in myself. "I got a request for a hit, via a burner, on one of a member of the smaller gangs downtown. They said I would get paid in advance, they also said they knew I would get the job done. I thought it was stupid, so I accepted."
"Idiot" Atlas murmured.
"Yeah, I noticed. Thank you for rubbing it in Atlas."
"But why did you accept though? You normally don't do hits if the request is via phone call" A frown took over Dominic's face.
"I don't know, they offered a lot of money. And I really, really, wanted to take Nysa out to dinner."
"You know that isn't an excuse Tay, you have money enough for a dinner date." Atlas said, narrowing his eyes.
"Ugh fine, I want a sportscar ok?"
"Tate, I swear to fucking god, I'm giving you one last chance. Don't lie to me" he said in his cold voice. Ugh, I hate this motherfucker.
"Ok! Fine, I wanted some action, ok? Just the good old rush of killing someone again" I said while narrowing my eyes at Atlas.
"But why? Antonio gives you enough hits, right?" Atlas frowned.
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Growing Fires with Old Ashes
Storie d'amore''While I was beating myself up over you. You were giving someone the butterflies that were meant for me.'' ----------- After years of being abandoned, drugs and alcohol, Atlas Bressett ends up becoming the new heir of the Usoro Mafia. He turned int...
