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♛ A T L A S ♛

Today's party was one in honor of my older brother. Growing up, everything was always about him. His grades in school, the girls he brought home to meet my parents, the business he took over. It's not that I mind, I always just enjoyed my peace and quiet.

I found solitude in the rain and the feel as well as the smell of fresh new books from the library. It allowed me to be at peace with myself and the world as I welcomed in the silence and allowed myself to transport to different worlds within every word of each book I read.

I was seen as the nerd in my family. Mainly because I was the only kid to successfully graduate college, aside from Spencer who was still attending. I had a higher IQ than all my siblings combined so it only made sense that I took over. 

Not all of us can be book and street smart. 

That and the fact that Leo left for London to start a new life with his wife Nova, leaving me his business and the position as head of the Italian Mafia. Today was his 'Welcome Home Party' which was going to take place at one of the expensive ballrooms my parents' owned. Almost every Mafia clan, gang, crime group was going to be there which meant a lot of chaos.

Some part of me, the petty part, wants to cause a scene so grand it'll make up for the last party we had when he stole the spotlight from me. If I did, I wouldn't know what situation would be so big that would take the attention off him. 

 I was kind of skeptical about bringing Stella with me because of how dangerous tonight may turn out to be. Call me selfish, or whatever, but I'd feel less uptight if she were in my arms than at home with the hungry eyes of my men on her. 

I wouldn't want to go about ripping their eyeballs from their sockets and forcing them down their throats. 

I adjusted the vintage watch and bracelets on my wrist as well as the many rings that were on display on my fingers. I fixed the cuffs of my beige suit and straightened the pants because I didn't want them to wrinkle. 

I stepped out of my room after ruffling up my hair and not much to my surprise, Stella still wasn't down. She could spend a million years getting ready and she'd still look as gorgeous as she did before. Part of me doesn't understand why she spends hours to "make herself look good" as if she wasn't beautiful already.

I went to the back garden to go and feed the dogs and my bunnies and by the time I returned, Stella was coming down the stairs. My breath caught in my throat the minute I laid my eyes on her. I could no longer hide the astonishment on my face as she turned her attention to me.

The smile on her face dropped as she asked, "What? Do I look bad? I knew I should've gone with a simple dress. I can c-" She ranted on. 

Without thinking I gently grabbed her hips and pressed her against me, crashing my lips onto hers in an attempt to shut her up from doubting herself. I want to fucking kill the person who ever made her feel the need to second guess herself, her beauty, and the way she looked. 

I kissed her in a gentle and soothing manner. Although electric, it felt like the first day of summer. Warmth, comfort, and joy burst through the kiss while I traced circles on the small of her back. She pushed me away before I could get anywhere and I took it as my chance to admire her once more. 

She looked like a goddess, the silky white fabric of her long dress clung to her curves so perfectly. The top part was strapless but it held her breasts firmly. The slit of the dress started at her mid thigh and went all the way down. And her usually curly hair was straightened and tossed over her shoulders, but still managed to look voluminous.