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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

♛ A T L A S ♛

I stifled a brief and fake smile to the gentleman who had outstretched his hand to shake mine. I looked at his hand before I looked at his eyes and then back down to his hand. Normally I would return the handshake but based on the look on Stella's face she didn't like the man which meant I automatically didn't like him despite the fact that we've done several "business" meetings together. 

When I turned to look at Stella again, her face had paled as if she'd seen a ghost and her normally cheerful expression had somberly morphed into one of mortification. My heart panged at the site of it, I've never seen her like this and I hated every minute that was spent not trying to make her feel better.

Oscar Santos, the leader of Comando Vermelho. He was quite ruthless in his ways, almost as much of me. He killed with no remorse whatsoever and was very short tempered, that explained why most people were scared to speak around him. 

Anger him with one word and you won't even be able to speak again after that. Due to our similar tactics, it helped to do business and keep in touch with him because he was good for my Mafia and he got the job done.

Even if it means I have to send him little gift baskets every other month or so.

One thing that I completely and utterly despised about him was that his gang was known best for their high income and unfortunate "success" from human trafficking. They were the biggest business in the Underworld when it came to that. The more I work with him, the closer I get to uncovering all of his plans and his lairs in order for me to shut his whole business up. 

But it takes fucking time.

Oscar slowly recovered from my reject of his handshake which must've put a dent in his ego but he wasn't stupid enough to speak another word of it. "Mr. Russo, it's a pleasure as always." He nearly sneered, plastering a tight-lipped smile on his face which was coated with gruff subtle.

"A pleasure indeed, Mr. Santos. Not everyone gets this opportunity," I claimed gesturing around me.

Stella still stood a few inches behind me and was awfully quieter than usual as if she were wishing for the ground to swallow her whole. I wish this guy didn't show up so I could take her home. She looked mentally drained and I have some ideas on how to relieve the tension. 

With a massage of course. 

I tried my best to keep my temper under wraps and let my face remain neutral as I saw Oscar not so subtly eye my Stella from the face down. He let his eyes linger too long on places where they shouldn't have. Her lips, her breasts, her waist. All mine.

He was entering a dangerous territory as an ugly grin found its way onto his ugly and wrinkly face as if he were a little kid who'd found the stash of cookies his mom purposely hid from him. There was something off about the way his gaze lingered on her that didn't sit right with me, but I was probably just pissed off that he was looking at what was mine. 

He's acting like I can't poke his eyes out with my bare hands and skin the smug look on his face with a knife just for merely eye fucking her. I wanted to detach his head from his body and feel the crush of his bones on my hands, but that was another practice for another day. 

"And who is this gorgeous lady we have here?" He cooed, taking a step toward Stella resulting in her taking a mere step back, but it wasn't noticeable that she jolted at Oscar's action unless you were paying close attention to her which I was.

It was kinda hard to ignore her presence when her beauty and grace literally took up the entire room.

The words rolled off from his Brazilian accent in a rough and more forced action that made Stella visibly flinched. His accent was nothing like hers. Hers was much softer and not so heavy because she lived between Brazil and Jamaica her whole childhood, causing it to mix. 

Stella looked almost to the point of nausea as he brought his lips to kiss the back of her hand. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't be surprised or angered in any way if she threw up on his face right now. I would be quite entertained to say the least.

She shuddered a little before she spoke, "My name is Estelle. Nice to meet you," she unwillingly drew out. Something was completely off with her and it was putting me on edge because I didn't know what it was which meant I couldn't do anything to help her.

"It was nice meeting you too, Ne-Estelle," Oscar said, his voice darker and laced with some sort of amusement. Something was definitely off about this whole interaction. The name slip, the long gaze, almost as if he'd known her from somewhere which was strange because by looking at the two, they don't look like they'd ever cross paths. There was something weird going on but I couldn't put my finger on it quite yet.

As soon as he said that, Stella moved right next to me and grabbed onto my arm like her life depended on it. I looked down at her and planted a kiss on her forehead in hopes to ease whatever tension she was having, earning a tighter grip on my arm from her. 

"What are you doing here anyway, Oscar? Is there something that you need?" I ask, suspicion laced in my voice as I look him up and down.

Oscar hesitated for a minute before he spoke, "I was in the area so I thought, why not stop by?"

Out of all places to just "stop by" why did he pick the first party I've ever brought a girl to. And my brother's welcome home party out of all the parties. This was uncalculated and made no sense whatsoever which was something Oscar Santos did not do. He never did anything without what he would see as a valid reason. 

I felt Stella lightly tug at my arm which was her way of telling me she wanted to go. The color had somewhat turned to normal, but that didn't stop the rapid beating of her heart which I could feel as she leaned on me. I didn't need to look at her eyes to see how tired and drained she was. 

"I'm terribly sorry to cut this conversation short because it was obviously going somewhere. But I need to get my girlfriend home because she is awfully tired. It seems that I've kept her out too late." I acclaimed, patting Oscar's back as we turned to leave. 

"No worries, but I saw a couch in here. Can't she just rest on it while we men talk business?" He asked, a sinister gleam in his eyes. 

I didn't trust him or any man in this room near Stella unless I was there and there was no way in hell I was going to let her sleep on a couch just for everyone to gawk at her. She was tired and she deserved to sleep properly in a bed full of all her stuffed animals with Criminal Minds on the TV.

The audacity he had to even say that to my face with no amount of shame on his face whatsoever baffled me. "I don't know how you treat your women, but my woman deserves the best of the best. Not to sleep on some raggedy couch because you wanna have a tea party with me. She wants to go home, so that's where I'm taking her."

"Okay but-" Oscar tried to speak, but I interrupted him because I was tired of seeing his mouth move but nothing useful or sensible was coming out.

"I just wanna go home and fuck my girlfriend. So can I please do that?"

Oscar stood there in shock of my bluntness as we finally got the chance to leave. No, I wasn't actually going to fuck her but it was the only way to shut his big mouth up. It wouldn't feel right if we had sex in the state she's in. All she looked like she wanted to do was sleep and I was more than fine with that. Maybe we could watch a movie and stuff ourselves with ice cream if she was up for it. 

"Are you okay, love?" I asked her as we continued walking. We got the chance to say bye to almost everyone before we turned to leave.

Uncried tears shone in her eyes as the cool night air whisked her face, brushing her curly hair back into a disheveled mess. She was still the most beautiful woman I've seen nevertheless. "Yeah, I'm okay." She sniffled as she leaned further into me. "Thank you, Atlas."

I don't know what she was thanking me for but her gratitude held more meaning than she was letting on. I opened the car door for her before I slipped into the passenger seat. She heaved a sigh before fully relaxing in the seat. 

This is going to be an interesting night.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Thanks for reading honey boo boo.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 ➤ 𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄. &. 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖. 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪