Atlas Black

Chapter 6

A T L A S B L A C K

48 hours earlier - London/England

I'm sitting staring down at a photograph my father handed me. I couldn't quite put into words the predicament I'm in right now, upon my steel grip in my hands. My fists clenching, crumpling the edges of the paper.

So this was the infamous Llana Morozova? How could I have been so delusional? The girl was right in front of my eyes the entire goddamn time and I had no fucking clue.

Black hair, cut shoulder length, her straight cut fringe covering the lengths of her forehead, fair skin with rosy cheeks. Sweet, gentle eyes. Innocent. Everything that would that scream to me that this was Llana. My Llana.

But the picture I'm staring at, is of a picture of Tina. The girl from my Abnormal Pyschology class. To say I'm shocked she's been underneath my nose is an understatement.

I've never considered Tina to be Llana. Nor would I have ever imagined Llana lying to me about where she came from. As far I knew, she was from Russia.

So to see in her in one of my classes was something else entirely. Because has she been lying to me this entire time? One for thing sure I'm certain, is that Llana-Tina- very well thinks I'm Aiden.

But I'm mad. All these years of pining and yearning for her to come to the US when she's been right there the entire time. Hypocritical I know, because technically I lied in saying I was from the US, but it wasn't really a lie but more of a half truth.

I didn't lie about me studying in Cali. It's not a lie, but I do travel back and forth between England and the US for family purposes. And that being in this case, my father; Nicolas Black. Leader of the famous British Mafia.

My father handing me this photograph. My father counting on me to procure Llana-Tina- and pluck her away. Payback on those who deceived us. This isn't who I am, I don't go holding grudges but it's who I've become.

But who's to say this information isn't false? Or merely a set up? Xander Morozov is one heck of a bastard who I'd love to see dying by my hands if given the chance.

Xander Morozov, the Russian mafia leader of the Morozov Clan. Him and his cronies who stole my mother and killed her cold blooded.

I want revenge and I want it now. If it means getting my hands on Llana, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm not letting anything stand in my way.

Though I have no intention of hurting Llana, it's merely a ruse to get Xander out of hiding, to get this daughter back. No matter how in denial and hurting I am I don't think I'd have the courage to face Llana and ever think to use any forms of violence.

Once we've snuffed out Xander, she can be set free and she never has to see me again.

Kai appears by my side on the penthouse sofa's stretching out his legs and crossing them between the ankles and his arms hooked over his head.

Malakai Santiago. My childhood best friend from. Our families allies with each other. We've been with eachother through thick and thin and there's no other person I'd wished to be my side right now.

He was there for me when finding out about my mothers disappearance and her untimely death. How I found out so many things in such a short amount of time.

How Xander deceived and lied to his family. Setting up his 'death' and leaving them. All this time, Llana has been made to believe her father was a saint, a beloved father. Me supporting her through the periods of her mourning and loss of the father she once knew and me also being blinded to that.