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ATLANTA AXEL

My hands tremble slightly as I hold the envelope in my hands wondering what it entails, I avert my gaze to Styx then quickly back to the envelope and open it carefully.

"I know it's not in my place but you deserve to know." His words bounce back in my head and I take a small breath and pull out the paper. There's a passport picture of me smiling and my hair is curled.

I glance at Styx and when his gaze meets mine there's an unknown emotion, but it disappears just as fast as it came. I look down at the piece of paper and stare at the details.

NAME: ATLANTA AXEL

BORN: GERMAN

MOTHER: RUTH AXEL

FATHER: JESE AXEL

SIBLINGS: ANTONIO AXEL

INFO: Atlanta's name was changed to Atlas, the reason is unknown.

I study the information confused, I thought they must be some error but the information clearly states I'm fucking Atlanta not, atlas what the fuck is going on. I avert my gaze to Styx asking him to explain with my eyes.

"What's this?" I ask my throat, feeling croaky, "Your real name is Atlanta." Styx says there is no emotion laced in his voice and the way he emphasizes real makes me feel sick to the pit of my stomach. I take a deep breath, clearly still confused.

"Styx." I call, closing my eyes and then opening them to look at him his gaze is focused on the sky observing the moon. Oh god, I look down at the paper and he thinks I lied to him. " Styx, I didn't know-" he cuts me off by smashing his lips to mine.

I kiss him back with the same passion enjoying the feel of his lips on mine, the kiss is slow and not rushed. Styx pulls back and slides his hand to my jaw focusing my gaze on his pretty green eyes.

"I know tesoro, I know" he reassures me and places a soft kiss on my forehead. I let out a relieved sigh. The thought of Styx thinking of me as a liar would kill me alive. That is the last thing I would want him to think of me as.

I can't bring myself to cry looking at my name- my real name-, it had always felt odd but I never dwelled on it because growing up girls would tease me about how my name sounded boyish.

"Styx." I whisper. I slowly bring my hands to both sides of his face, holding him softly as I stare into his eyes. "Help me understand?" I ask, whispering, confused , because I know if I speak my voice is going to break.

"Tesoro, only your parents can do that." His deep voice rumbles. I nod my head understandingly and remove my hands from his jaw before asking the next question "Where did you get this information?'" I ask, my voice cracking.

My voice cracks but not because I want to try because I'm scared. Scared Of what? The thing that scares me the most is that I don't know what I'm scared of, maybe what he'll say.

"You Don't Want to Know." He whispered, looking away. "Styx, please." I plead softly, holding his hands. He swallows, opening his mouth then hesitating before speaking.

"There's no going back after this, tesoro." Styx says locking our hands together and then rubbing softly on the back of my hands which has the butterflies in my stomach combusting. "There's no going back." I reassure keeping our gazes locked.

"Old tales, ever heard of Cosa nostra?" he asks, averting his gaze to the stars. My breath hitches and I nod my head a little excitement in my bones. I know he's not fucking around because his voice is serious.

"You work in the mafia?" I ask stupidly and avert my eyes away. Styx chuckles softly and I admire how his black locks fall on his eyes."I was born into this life, tesoro, La Cosa Nostra." he says clarifying in the last sentence.

Holy shit. "My father was born into the Cosa Nostra, in Italy a lot of families are entailed in the Cosa Nostra," he continues explaining to me "Tesoro, I can't want out this is my life." He says almost as if it pains him to admit this.

" Listen, baby, " he whispers, placing his hand on my jaw softly. Our gazes lock and I gulp. Styx is allowing his self-control to slip in front of me. I can see the emotions swimming in his eyes.

" I care about you so much, Atlanta." Styx says, and I take a sharp intake of breath at my name, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering. "The only way out is death and they will even come after you." he mumbles and I feel a pang of pain in my heart.

"That is not an option." He starts. " I can't let that happen."

"Styx." I whisper as realization takes a clear image in my mind. That explains all the cars in the compound and the guards, even their house. My heart contracts in my chest beating harshly against the ribcage.

How can I live without this man, if there's anything he's done is being honest with me he never told me what he did for work but I never asked. " I want this." I whisper using my hand to motion me and him.

"I want this. No out. I want to be part of your life." I whisper a tear falling from my cheek. I feel like my heart is about to combust with emotion because I know there's no going back. I want Styx and everything that comes with him. Everything he has to offer.

I move to his lap and gently we lock our lips, the sparks going crazy. The kiss is slow and passionate, our emotions lingering. A silent reassurance that we'll always be there for each other.

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OMDS guys double update after saying the update is next week anyways finally guys it's not ATLAS it's ATLANTA You will find out soon enough why.

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