Sage.
"Your phone is ringing, babe." I hear Douglas say from behind me as I dress.
"How about you pick it up" It came out of my mouth with a little more anger than I first intended. But Douglas didn't seem to care though, since he picked my phone up like he had zero cares in the world.
"Jefe." [Boss.] If Doug wasn't awake before the call, he surely is now. I can hear Juan screaming to him in Spanish from the other side.
Before handing me the phone after I'm fully dressed, Doug whispers "Choose your next words very, very carefully." As he holds his hand in front of the mic, making sure Juan can't hear him.
After shooing Roman out of the room quickly and slowly walk to the window, to overlook the city, I put the phone up to my ear.
"Tío" [Uncle]
"Where. The. Hell. Are. You?" Juan growled through the screen. I took a moment to calm my senses before answering him. Because as Douglas said, I have to choose my next words very, very carefully.
"Listen, I'm sorry I'm late. I'll be there in fifteen." I try to speak as calmly as I can. In a psychology class, they once taught us that your emotions rub off on people. So if you want a calm conversation, you speak calmly.
"Five." He snarls. Guess that damn class was for nothing.
The peeping noise that followed his order indicated that he hung up. Five minutes it is. Thankfully, the meeting is only in a conference room somewhere on the top floor of this hotel. I walk up to the elevator, only to find it closing. I run the last few steps and stick my hand through the two doors. "Hold the elevator please!" I said in a hurry.
The sensors on the doors sensed my hand and opened the doors again. I lift my head up to look at the person standing inside. And guess who it is?
Motherfucking Atlas.
As I keep eye contact with the douchebag standing in front of me, I make my way next to him, ensuring a 3 feet distance.
You'll never guess who stood in the way, stopping the doors after me.
His motherfucking whore.
My eyes now making contact with hers. She, at first, had a stiff face when meeting my gaze, but when she notices Atlas standing only a couple of feet from me, her face turns into a smile.
What a fake bitch.
She is wearing a tight green dress, almost looking like a snake, and from what I've seen, she is. Her make-up was way too over-done. She probably really, really tried her hardest to at least make it look decent, but it is the ugliest thing I've ever seen. A fucking toddler can do better than that.
She still stood in front of the doors, interrupting the way for them to close. I grew more annoyed when I looked at my phone. 4 more minutes left.
"Are you just going to stand there or get in?!" I snap at the whore. Her smile immediately faded into a shocked expression when she heard my voice breaking the silence. She walked in, taking her place right in between Atlas and I as she looked me up and down.
I didn't have anything on me to judge. I wore a neat, black dress and a light blue blazer on top of it. My legs had just been shaved, for reasons I'm sure you already know, my hair was up in a slick bun and I had some plain white sneakers on. After seeing there was nothing to call me out on, she turned to Atlas and interlocked her fingers with his.
"Baby, you're not going to let her talk to me like that, right?!" She yelled.
Atlas's jaw instantly clenches. Showing his out most annoyance.
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Growing Fires with Old Ashes
Romance''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...
