Chapter 38 - Maschera(Mask) (1/2)

”This better be important.” Atlas said as he stared at Xavier. He was leaning back in his chair with a scotch in his hands. He had been the one who called Atlas when he was with Meredith.

”Someone seems to be in a bad mood.” Xavier said, sending an indifferent glance to Atlas.

Of course, he was in a bad mood. he was spending time with his angel and he had to ruin it. Atlas rolled his eyes and walked to the table to pour himself a drink. Taking a sip, he came to sit in front of Xavier.

”What is the emergency?” Atlas questioned staring at his cousin. He was the one in charge of the matters concerning the underground since he was busy with his company and his brother wasn't around.

Xavier had a keen, intelligent mind composed of cold logic that makes him the perfect person. After all he was his brother's second-in command.

”Rumors have been spreading around.” Xavier replied

Atlas's brows drew together.

”What rumors?”

”That Maschera is dead.” Xavier murmured.

”What?” Atlas asked in a low voice. Maschera was the name of his brother in the underworld because he always was wearing a mask. Only a few people had really seen his face.

He had created a rumor of his face being disfigured to prevent people from being suspicious on why he wore mask but Atlas knew it because they looked alike. He wanted to protect him.

It's been a year now since he had made an appearance and Atlas knew sooner or later people were going to get suspicious. Xavier giving command in his stance wasn't going to last long. And in the mafia once the leader is confirmed to be dead war broke out.

People would start fighting to take over and he really didn't want blood spilling in the country right now. It would draw unnecessary attention.

”Yeah. It was bound to happen eventually. He hasn't made an appearance in a year now. No, cage fighting. Everyone knows Maschera loves cage fights and he never misses it. The underground has been quiet for a while now and people are spiraling out of control.” Xavier muttered, taking a sip of his drink.

Atlas's lips pulled into a thin line. He knew he had to cause a scene to shut people up and the only one to do that in the mafia is to show people you're still in control.

A terrifying smile placed across his face but it didn't reach his eyes. Guess he had to spill some blood to send his message across. Maschera isn't dead. No, he was still in the shadows, monitoring everything. Everything was in his control.

”Then I guess Maschera has to make an appearance, doesn't he?” Atlas said calmly but in the depth of his eyes there was something dark and dangerous. How dare they proclaim his brother dead?

Xavier looked at him almost as if he had said something stupid. Maschera was in coma, how was he going to make an appearance.

”And how are you planning on doing that?”

Atlas leaned forward; his beautiful, cold face gazed at Xavier.