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♛ A T L A S ♛

The car came to a stop the minute the idea of crashing my lips onto hers came into my mind. I couldn't say I was pleased about it but I wasn't completely upset about it either. My mom would say something about certain things happening at certain times for all the right reasons. It's just that we don't realize what they were meant to do until a while later. I would really like to know the fucking reason for this disturbance.

Maybe because we arrived at our destination.

Shut up.

Drew, my driver, alerted me that we were at the warehouse and parked in a discrete area that was close to the entrance but far from the sights of anyone knowing it was there. I backed away from Stella as I saw a different sense of life enter her eyes as soon as we were parked. She seemed happy for whatever reason. Excitement maybe. What was she excited about?

What are you always excited about?

Women and murder.

So maybe the same goes for her.

She's a fucking comedian if she thinks I'm going to let her into a warehouse full of men who are without a doubt horny. And not to mention, my opps might be lurking nearby, seeing as they are the ones behind this. I took in the deserted warehouse which normally had my men surrounding the entrance but right now there wasn't.

So she was right.

We had upgraded to a new system that would detect and run through all the databases to confirm someone's identity. It went through some facial recognition and basically gave a whole list of who the person was, who they worked for or were associated with, and probably even the position they were conceived in.

To secure the safety even more, there was a tall barbed and steel wired gate at the very front of every base, house, or warehouse my family owned. So that if the person got through the security they would still have a gate to try to go in. The gates only opened to specific fingerprints which I only gave my most trusted guards, my right hand men, and myself access to. Obviously it didn't go too well.

I reached for the gun I kept on the waistband of my pants and made sure it was loaded and that I had enough rounds. Stella handed my knife back to me, but she didn't let go of it until my eyes met hers. She looked from the knife to me smiled and finally let go of it but not before letting the tip of it graze my palm, leaving a slight gash on it.

My hand met the handle of the door and I turned to step out. Not much to my surprise, Stella also did the same. I quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her back to her seat probably with more force than necessary.

The look on her face switches up so fast that I'd probably be a liar for even thinking it was there in the first place. Now her face was washed over with annoyance and rage as she snapped her head in my direction.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She spat, wrangling her arms from my grasp roughly as she soothed the spot where I had held.

"I'm saving your life," I replied, undoing the first two buttons of my shirt before removing my tie. It was time to get my hands dirty.

"I don't need to be saved. I never did," Stella retracted bitterly as she annoyingly eyed me up and down like I was some creature that just magically appeared in front of her. As if I was foreign and she'd never seen or heard of me. She looked at me with pure disgust.

What did I do?

I cleared my throat before retrieving a cool metal sensational object from the glove compartment which was only visible to my eyes and not hers. "You're not going inside, ciccia." I ordered. I know she would fight me on it, but she had to know that this was for her safety. To protect her.