Atlas Black

Chapter 10

A T L A S B L A C K

Sat in the mostly serene area of the VIP section, on the second floor, extricating myself to the bar with the hood of my hoodie on top of my head. Not long after comes in Kai, making his way on the seats at front for a good view of the strippers.

I'm drowning in myself in alcohol, in hopes of forgetting the fast 48+ hours. After seeing Llana taking off with Kai, few hours back I knew I had to get away and here I am in my own private strip club 'Black'.

My father owns Black Corporations in advantage of being one of the biggest mobs in the world. Originating from Britain, London is where his first club sprang into action, later filling up around the world.

Here I am in LA, owning this place. With more money being piled in every second. To say I'm loaded would be too generous. Im a multi-fucking-millionaire with a criminal boss of a father having enemies around the world he's caught himself into.

My heads bent low and the bartender looks at me with sympathetic eyes. I don't need people's sympathy or pity. He refills my glass without a second thought. Takes more than a few to get the shit kicked into drive.

I hear a feminine voice speaking to the bartender on my right at the opposite end and the screech of a bar stool being pulled under and someone planting their ass on it.

Not turning around, I grasp a familiar voice but I don't pay as much attention to it as my sole focus is on this drink I'm begin to swirl around my fingertips.

Orders are being made, drinks are being knocked up, and a body encloses close to me, bringing me back from my hazy state.

"Rough night?" That voice.. I can't fully wrap my fingers around it. But still my head stays bent low.

She's getting knocked up pretty easily with the amount of drinks she's taking. Easy there, woman.
But all I get out is a low, unbothered grunt instead of actually replying.

She still goes on, not taking my silence as way to say to her 'fuck off, I'm not in the mood'.

"Yeah well. I'm not sure about you, or your story but I've had a heck of a long ass day. Some crazy shit." Gosh I'm gonna need more than just this drink if I'm going to get through this night.

I don't have the energy to kindly tell her I don't want her bothering me, so she can take the fucking hint and leave. Who has time to listen to people fucking ranting out their problems?

I'm not sure if she's completely off the rails or in the process of losing herself because she won't shut the fuck up.

"You know what's shitty? When someone you thought you were close to turns out to be someone completely different. When they end up lying to you the entire time and you're completely blind-sided and unaware. That's shitty."

The fog begins to clear a little when I take in the familiarity of that voice. Sweet as sugar but also enough to lure you in. Pure and dangerous all at once.

My head slightly turns in her direction when I see that my assumptions are true. That little narcissistic bitch. How the fuck did she get past the security guards and into the VIP section without anyone noticing her? At this point do I really give a fuck if she's here?