Written in the stars ✨️

chapter 17: the new gunman

^Eos pov^
~ a few months later ~

It was a normal day living at the Mafia base. All was well, assignments handed out, and people working per usual. As Wyatt and I talked, I began daydreaming. His beautiful lush black hair and mutli colored eyes. He was almost like an angel, an angel whom I'd learned would kill for the ones he loved and often had a cold side to everyone. Wyatt always held me close, as though he thought I would be snatched away from underneath him. His mother came before us, a worried look along her face struck a sense of wear into us, Wyatt's grip tightening around me thought he held a cold expression which he normally did.

"I need you two to take my place as Mafia boss for a while." She said, getting straight to the point.

"The doctors told me I have cancer, luckily it's early enough to catch but I would like time away from all this and I need someone to take my place."
Wyatt got up, not saying a word, and gave his mother a nod indicating we would take the job.

"When do you leave?" I asked, concern swelling in my voice.
"Tonight, just tell anyone who asks that I will be back in a while they don't need to hear about it." She said coldly.

I gave her an expression, agreeing with what she had said. I would not go against her wishes with the chance she had given me to join the Mafia.
That night, Ender left, leaving us to wonder if she may ever return. Even before she left, Wyatt began to take over his mothers job, handing out assignments and tending to whawhatever needs had to be met. I sprawl out on the couch in the main entrance, a big and wide area with couches, a TV, and some over Mafia members.

As I lay there with my eyes closed I could hear the TV, it was on some new channel talking about a unknown murder, a nearby group of Mafia began giggling having been the one's who committed the murder. The sound of footsteps caught my attention.

As I opened my eyes, I looked up at Wyatt, motioning for him to sit with me. He plopped down and nuzzled into me. He was mine, and I was not going to let anyone get in my way of him. As I looked around, I caught one of the female Mafia members, Grace. She was standing a ways off staring at Wyatt. After giving her a sideways glance, she left in a hurry, and I felt rage beyond belief. How dare she look at what was mine? If it wasn't for Wyatt laying on me, her eyes would be plucked out.

My thoughts were interrupted when a dame, a bit taller than me with a semi muscular yet curvy body, copper hair, and a bright blue eye on her left which contrasted well with the semi dark green eye on her right. She stood in the middle of the main area. I'm not sure where she came from. She wasn't there one minute, and the next she was. Before I knew it, she announced herself in a confident voice,
"I'm Tara Virago, the new gun man." I didn't know that we were expecting a new gun man, let alone for them to just walk in. Wyatt just looked at her, I'm not sure if he was thinking the same as I was.

He then introduced himself,
"Wyatt Rocky." He said in a cold, toned matter with no expression given as he always did. The dame looked at me. I could tell she was waiting for me to say something.

"I'm Eos McKinley." I said, reaching my hand out. I knew not who she was, but she gave me a sensible feeling. I could tell deep inside, her and I would get close, I felt like I could trust her, almost like she was from home. Wyatt had rejoined me after Tara had made herself comfortable.

I pressed my body closer to his wanting to feel his every move, I loved being close to him. With one smooth gesture, he picked me up, setting me on his lap to face him. He had a very toned physique, so I wasn't surprised he had lifted me with ease. The next thing I knew, all the other Mafia members had left the room, I had not known when they did, but they were gone.

"Don't you look beautiful, princess." He said, tugging at my black dress, which had slid up just to my ass almost revealing myself to him.

He ran a hand along my shoulder, dropping the strap on my dress down to my elbow. My face blushed, wanting him closer, my body aroused. He was everything I had ever wanted, but yet I wanted him more and more the longer I looked at him. He sent his lips crazing into mine like a storm of angry seas.