Atlas.
"Tony- Sorry please excuse me," I tell Martina before turning my back to her and walking in the other direction of their ginormous garden. The ginormous garden that had so many memories. The ginormous garden that I got lost in many times. The ginormous garden that led to that path. Which lead to that bridge. To that song.
You were my September song...
"Atlas." Antonio's harsh voice breaking my line of thoughts.
"Tony, what a pleasure to hear from you." A grin on my face as I use the back of my palm to wipe the corners of my mouth from the blood.
"Where are you?"
I find a small corner in the back of the garden; a white swinging bench sits in the middle of it, surrounded by beautiful white and lilac flowers. I take a seat on the bench and start slightly swinging on it. A few creaking noises coming from the bench, suggesting that it probably hasn't been used in ages.
"Nowhere, I'll be at my apartment soon," I reply to Tony, already starting to get annoyed by this conversation. The creaking noises still in the background as I keep swinging with my phone against my ear and using my other hand to press on the skin under my eye, a spot that's slowly turning blue.
"Listen, tomorrow there's a meeting at 6 pm, be ther-" I ended the call before he even could finish his sentence. The fucker has gotten on my nerves lately. First, he touches my Sage and then he tells me I have to pick her up from his club.
Oh and let's not forget, he wanted me to stay away from her.
Fucker is probably on his period, he has fucking mood swings.
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Sage.
"Tío"
"You. Here. Tomorrow. 4:30 pm. Understood?" Juan almost hissed through the phone, barely leaving me any space to answer.
"Por supuesto" [Of course]
I hear a ringing noise coming from my phone, indicating that he hung up and finally allowing me to breathe. I sigh and turn to my right where my mother is. Her eyes concentrated on a figure in the distance. A figure on the swinging bench that we haven't used since I left. The squeaking of the rusted chains moving forward and back hearable from here.
I walk toward the figure and just as I'm close to arriving, I notice it's Atlas, a very angry Atlas. His phone is put away in his back pocket as I sit next to him. He stares forwards, almost not noticing that someone has come to sit next to him.
I tap him on the shoulder, "Atlas,"
My hand now tugging on his shoulder trying to make him face me.
"What?!" He barks at me. Only now I notice the blue marks and blood on his face, the blood around his lips smeared. His gaze on his knuckles, which are now also slowly bruising.
"Where did the attitude come from?" A small chuckle leaving my lips as I say that sentence out loud, thinking that he was only joking.
"Why are you sitting next to me? Aren't you supposed to consult your boyfriend?!"
Okay. I guess being nice won't get me anywhere.
"Aren't you supposed to be with your whore?!" I stand up and walk back towards my mother.
"I was going to leave anyway." I hear Atlas to himself from behind me.
"So go." I hiss at him, turning my head so he knows it was directed to him.
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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...
