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♛ A T L A S ♛

I wanted to fucking kiss her.

So fucking badly.

But first of all she was way too much in a vulnerable state for me to even do such a thing. I would be taking advantage of her. She's clearly not in the right mind to be making such decisions or even thinking things through thoroughly. If she was her normal, functioning self, I'm pretty sure she would've pushed me away the moment I wrapped my hand around her or even thought to take a seat beside her.

Secondly, after all the information I've gathered on her in the past 30 minutes, I shouldn't even have my arm around her, brushing back her hair with her in my lap and thinking about crashing my lips into those soft pink ones. She shouldn't even be here, but locked

"You know I can't do that, Estelle," I say bringing my hand to brush away the tears that still fell from her beautiful hazy eyes.

"Don't." Is all she says.

Bryson?

"What?" I ask, confused. "Don't what?"

"I don't like when you call me Estelle. It sounds weird coming from your mouth."

"What should I call you then? Mommy?" I chuckle, seeing as the tears reside from their constant falling down her cheeks.

"If you don't go around calling women that then, sure." She responds while toying with the collar of my shirt. "Just call me Stella."

"Why? I thought your name is Estelle." But then again, there's a lot of things I thought about her that didn't turn out to be true.

"It is, but-"

"But- Butt cheeks!" Kellan exclaims, striding into the room as if the events of the past 20 minutes didn't occur. He was unaware of it I'm sure, which is something most of the men have in common- obliviousness.

As soon as the sound of the door creaked, Stella had magically stepped out of her panic attack and seemed to be calming down a bit enough to push me as far away as possible so it wouldn't look like what it looked like. Which was her laying on me while I brushed away her hair.

Kellan looks as if he's going to say something, so I hold a finger up causing him to shut his mouth before anything dumb or stupid leaves it. Stella already helped herself up and stood there, staring into space as if there were some UFOs that were currently flying there with aliens dangling from spaceships.

I help myself up and walk towards Kellan's direction and rest my arm along his shoulder, turning him in the opposite of Stella's direction so he wouldn't see her continue to ball her eyes out. "Kellan, I want you and Emilio to get rid of the bodies and meet me at the base. I'll take care of the rest."

"And by the rest you mean our opp over there?" He asked, using his thumb to point behind us at Stella who has looking anywhere but in our direction and looked more distracted in calming herself down than she did in the conversation Kellan and I were currently having. He only said it loud enough for me to hear and thankfully wasn't his usual loud self.

The wind from the barely functioning window blows its frosty gust inside, lifting the white tattered curtains while slamming the door shut and causing Stella to jolt in her current stance which further causes her to stop trying to calm her breathing down. In fact, her previously slow breaths were long gone and had turned to ones of a frantic and suffocating matter, probably even worse than when I walked in on her before.

I motion for Kellan to leave the room to complete his tasks and soon as he collects both of the bodies and puts them into bags, he closes the door behind him. I rush to Stella's side but what she does next scares me more than it confuses me. As I bring my hand out to hold her to my side, she screams. It's not even a little shriek or a playful yell, it's a full on scream. It reminded me of the ones that are in horror movies or shows.

She's not screaming in the situation we'd like her too, either.

Are you serious?

I quickly retracted my hands from her, bringing them to my side and rubbing them up and down my pants as if I was a toddler who dumbly decided to touch a burning kettle. The tears continued yet again, but her screaming stopped and I just stared at her in complete bewilderment. Her once hazed eyes were now blood-shot red and the lively and dewy gleam of her honey skin was nowhere in sight.

Her mascara was running which shocked me because I thought there was such a thing as waterproof mascara, but I guess tears didn't count towards it. Stella's two toned lipstick was currently smudged all around her lips and at the back of her hand. And although her normally well kept and nurtured curls were a whole lion's mane, she still managed to be probably the most natural beautiful girl I've ever seen.

At least her eyelashes will be long as fuck from all this crying.

On a more serious note, the way she was looking at me probably scared me even more. She was looking at me like I was some sort of monster. As if in the span of five minutes she managed to change her whole perception of me. Her whole demeanor changed and a disgusted look was plastered on her now dull looking face.

"Get away from me," She commanded so gently and low that I'm not even sure if she said it.

I took a step closer to her, wanting to get a better chance to hear and interpret the words leaving her lips. "What was that, amore?" I ask her.

"I said get away from me!" Stella says louder than before bringing her hands to her hair and tugging it so much to the point it looked like she would rip every strand of her hair out until it fell at the ground beneath her feet. "You're gonna hurt me." Her voice breaks as her hands shake.

I bring my hand up to hers and try to help her from going bald but she slaps my hand away and she doesn't stop there. She repeatedly lands slaps and blows at my face while the tears don't come to any kind of end as she shouts, "Don't touch me, you monster!"

I could be completely wrong but she seems to be having some kind of nightmare except she's awake, it's probably a flashback. And I don't know what it is about the fact that some monster could have possibly hurt her, but it makes me want to kill someone even more and it makes me feel fucking terrible for all the shit I put her through since she's been here.

But my Mafia always comes first.

That's why I feel the need to shut my eyes before I even do what I was just about to do.

I step away from her as she just leans against the wall, tears rolling down and her head shaking back in forth like she's trying to get her mind clear, as if she's trying to shake away a memory or an image from her head to pretend as if it never happened. As she does so, I reach for tube and the syringe in my pocket that Kellan so eagerly took upon himself to find.

I watch as I put the syringe in the tube and bring it back up to suction the colorless liquid that was currently in my hand. I let the chloroform fully go into the needle and prepare myself for the task at hand.

She visibly shutters as she sees my frame approach and I can't get the image of her helpless self out of my head. Not even the sad and pleading look in her eyes changes my mind or makes me fully regret what I do to her. As long as I know I did what I had to to protect and build my empire, I didn't care.

I didn't care that I just dosed the only person that's probably capable of saving Spencer's life with a drug as strong as that.

There will always be someone better to save him.

I hope.

A/N: Alright babesss. Basically if you don't know what chloroform is it's basically that one drug they put in those handkerchiefs in tv shows and movies that make people pass out. Except he put it into a shot and dosed her with it. Dw, he didn't kill her, he just drugged her and ended up making her pass out :)

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