Atlas Black

Chapter 27

A T L A S B L A C K

Who the fuck is it now?

I let my eyes slide shut when I stop my predatory advance on Llana. Stopping mid-crawl on the bed towards her, to which she's propped up on the the headboard unmoving and eyes widened with horror.

Groaning, I hop off the bed and toss on a t-shirt lying across the floor. Then inching towards the door, I turn my head back towards the paralysed Llana.

"Stay right where you. And don't move." I fumble with the doorknob and wait until I have clearance to move out of the room. I stare dead in her eyes, waiting patiently.

She nods quick with her head. Yet I don't believe her. "I won't. You can go." I lift an eyebrow at her clearly not convinced. Who knows with this girl.

After a few more seconds she then assures me, "Gosh, Grey. GO. I'm staying right here. I promise."

I love it when she uses alliterative phrases. 'Gosh grey go'. Eventually, I'm turning to leave and exit the bedroom to seek out the unexpected, unwelcomed intruder barging into my apartment like they own the place. I'm going to have words with them.

Before I go, I don't dare to forget my weapon of self defense. Stalking towards towards the opposite end, I remove a painting on the wall next to the closet door locating my safe. I crack open the code and inside I extract my gun and check to make sure bullets are in. Can never be too careful.

Rule number 1 when you're in the most famous, wanted mafia across the globe: always take precautions because you never know who the fuck you'd be stumbling into. Next thing you know, you're walking into an assassination attempt. A death trap. And BOOM. You're shot. You're dead. You're done.

The Blacks have had quite a few enemies in our time. One definitely being the Russians: The Morozov's which has been a never-ending feud between us. Always things that have been left unsettled. Then we have the Italians: The Vitale's who have been a nuisance but sometimes dependable when you want them too. But they'd easily switch sides when tempted with money. Then the Spanish: The Martinez' who have been our only trustworthy alliance who no doubt back us up. Then us, the Brits: The Blacks'.

The reason being why I'm anxious of leaving Llana in my room - hell even bringing her too my goddamn apartment which is a huge risk - is everything that's hidden beneath the surface. There's too much secrets kept between this walls which I can't for the life of me, let Llana be the one finding out. I don't fully trust her. I still have my doubts and suspicions.

Clicking the gun, I hear a huge faraway gasp coming from Llana. When I turn to look at her with the gun in my hand, she has a finger pointed at me with her eyes switching dizzyingly between the gun and my face. Her fingers also tracing the same route, her index quivering, her fingers moving back and forth.

"I-is that a gun?" She covers her mouth with her hand. Her eyes widened even more which I'm sure it's impossible to have eyes widen even more but that's literally what her eyes do. Then clamps a second hand over, very dramatically.

"Pretty sure you have eyes." I bring the gun up to admire the stunning shine of the black surface and she flinches at the sight. Thinking that I'm handling it carelessly, like I would a toy.

"I fucking knew it! You're here to murder me. You're a killer!" Now I actually roll my eyes. Well of course I am? Why the fuck would I be holding a gun in the first place? I'm in one of the most distinct criminal gangs in the entire world.