Atlas pov:
"Fuck." I mutter
She's beautiful.And I don't mean model beautiful,I mean goddess beautiful.
Black curly hair.Full hips.Brown eyes you could get lost in.
Which was apparently what I was doing.
Rodriguez cleared his throat.
I pull my gaze away from hers to look at him.
He smirks like he knows what I was thinking.
"Your late."
" I know." I reply "So where's the assasin?"
I ask trying not to look at the mysterious girl
" You should know,seeing as you looked like you wanted to stick your tongue down her throat minutes ago."
I look at the girl again " Her?"
I'm fucked I think
"Do you have a problem with her?"
"Nope,none at all."
"Good. Alex,this is Atlas Black."
She comes forward to shake my hand
"Nice to meet you,Mr.black." she says
"Likewise." I look into her eyes for any hint of emotion,but her eyes betray nothing
She pulls her hand back and averts her gaze back to Rodriguez
"She will be staying with you. That's alright isnt?"
"Yeah,I can have the guest room be hers."
"Good. Alex,go pack your things. Atlas you should go with her so you two can get better acquainted.
"Yes,sir."
"Ok."
She glances at me before leading the way out his office door. The secretary sees Alex and sneer
"Hello,phsyco." She says in a mocking voice
Alex ignores her and keeps walking
I try very hard not to stare at her ass
We go down a couple floors,to what looks like a armory,guns line the walls,as well as knives ,hand grenades,and every other kinda of weapon under the sun
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She's Mine.
Romanceatlas is a mafia king with everything he could ever want,but when a broken,messed up,assassin comes into his life,he realizes that there is still one more thing he needs,wants,craves....and he's gonna burn the world if he has to,if it means that she...
