Atlas Black

Chapter 33

A T L A S B L A C K

24/11/21

I killed someone today.
And I enjoyed it.
So so much.

I close the journal.

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𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑

Walking down the street, the downpour is light, hitting my face in light patters, not much streaking down my face but enough to kiss my cheek from time to time.

I walk out of the dealership, nearing Lily parked underneath the shelter and swing my legs over and twist the handles Revving up the engine, the motorcycle - lily - feeling alive underneath me. I place my helmet on top of my head, securing it before I set off into the midday's hours, the cool trickle of water dancing on the concrete.

Driving down the streets, another thunder rolls across the sky, loud enough to pierce my ears, not moments later the light trickle turns to a horrendous downpour pelting mercilessly and I'm glad for the helmet covering my head although my vision is blurred from the water dripping down it.

I take the route to my club, for a quick checkup and Not long before my club comes in to sight, I'm passing the college campus, people leaving for their respective homes. I don't pay much attention but I'm unnoticeably swivelling my head my attention caught: making her way out of the coffee hut on campus grounds is a brunette girl running after a blonde headed guy underneath the trees. I'm slowing down parking on the opposite side of the street of the campus' parking lot.

I squint my eyes trying to see clearly to who the two are but it's obvious with the girls body curves and the way she carries herself: Llana. And of course none one other Dean Ramos.

My hands tighten around Lily's handles as I'm instantly raging to the fact that I told this fucker loud and clear to stay the fuck away from her. To not look at her, not speak to her, to not touch her. I'm a hundred percent certain I made my claim ring true and here he is chatting up with my girl.

God, what's wrong with me. MY girl? Since when-

I groan because I can't deny that girl has clearly gotten under my skin and my palm still remembers the feel of her ass, still remembers it squeezing it and palming it, still remembers the way it felt beneath it. She's like crack, something I can't get enough of and I've been trying so hard to stall myself from thinking about her every breathing second. But I can't let her seep through the crack too deep.

I don't want to feel possessive over her, I don't want to feel anything for her, but I also don't want her with anyone else. Just the thought and the sight of her with someone else is enough for me to seethe and crack my knuckles waiting to unleash and draw out my inner demon, dangerous and not good when in a bad mood.

But seriously MY girl? Fuck. I'm better than this. She's just a hot piece of ass and nothing more. A fucking unforgettable one at that.

I'm still staring out of my helmet when he's turned toward her and she's drawing nearer, pain and confusion etched across her face. He stands still, unmoving and not talking, his face still, nothing crossing his features. Nothing that can tell me he's about to make a move. Maybe this bastard really is trying to stay away from her and she's just trying to warp him into her seductiveness.