dance with the devil

If she could, she would have slapped him just to see those stupid eyes of his from rolling in his head. Sybil hated him and if she could go back in time to stop herself from ever dating him, she would as well. Their relationship had been nothing but toxic at the best of times, and that was before he had pulled her into life with the Vipers. He was quick and she let her hand still in his grip, though the fire burning in her eyes grew brighter. Her free hand itched to just slap his stupid face. “I find that hard to believe. And I’m not whining.” She snapped. But as he spoke in that oh so familiar voice, Sybil completely froze. Damn him, she didn’t want the rush of memories of the times he used that voice on her, but they came back in a flood. Her back was rigid and her breath stilled in her throat. Times when he had used that voice had been the good parts of their relationship. She had to physically shake her head to try to rid herself of the memories. “You don’t get to do that anymore.” She finally spoke, trying to keep her voice even and her gaze hard. 

It was nice to see that after so many years, that voice still coaxed a similar response from his ex. It was a welcome change to having her screaming and shouting in his face. She was almost tolerable to him when she stopped yelling for five minutes. Atlas took a small step forward, completely eliminating any of the remaining space between them. The night was finally getting interesting and he wanted to see how much potential it had to get even better. “Yeah? Tell me, what else do I not get to do anymore?” He asked, shamelessly staring at her lips as he spoke. “Do I not get to look at you like this anymore? Or touch you like this?” He asked, the hand that wasn’t keeping her in place reaching to wrap around, but not put pressure on, her throat. 

Stell: I'll be fine but thanks for checking on me

Stell: Do you think I can get an uber out of here? Even if I'm covered in blood and most likely concussed?

Atlas: You don't need, I'll pick you up.

Stell: One of those stupid fuckers put hands on my daughter so I punched him, got pistol whipped a few times and pinned down and left with a nice cut to my cheek

Stell: I'm still in there, but plan on getting out soon, where are you??

Atlas: Don't be a hero, just leave.

Stell: I'll try 👍

Stell: Little out it thx to two crazies pinning me down and craving my face up like a fucking pumpkin

Sybil kept falling into the same arguments with Atlas. She kept yelling the same insults at him, but it was because she couldn’t say what really bothered her. She couldn’t scream at him the things she really wanted to say. He had ruined her! He had dragged her into this life of violence and crime against her will and she wanted to murder him for it. But she couldn’t say things out loud, so she fell back to the same insults she threw at him time and time again. “Why is that when you call me hot it makes me feel disgusted?” Sybil snarled at him and felt so dirty from him. Even if this was an argument they had before, he still managed to dig himself under her skin. Sybil snarled and drew closer, stabbing her finger against his chest as she stood before him. “Fuck you, Atlas Miller. I’ve never met someone so annoyingly asinine. Do you really have nothing better than to constantly make me angry? God, I can’t believe I dated you!” She jabbed against his chest again, so very angry with him. How did he manage to always effect her like this? 

Atlas rolled his eyes, yet again, something he always seemed to be doing in her presence. Her whole being was just such a drain on him and his energy. If he couldn’t have gone back in time and never dated her he would have done in it a heartbeat to save himself the earache. With a sigh Atlas grabbed the hand that was annoyingly poking him before he felt the urge to break something. “Actually I have a lot better things to be doing with my life than listening to you whine.” He looked down at her, famous smirk on his face as he spoke. “Stop.” He commanded in a voice he’d only ever used on her in a much different, way sexier context.

Stell: I'm working on it

Stell: Just trying to make sure my friends are accounted for

Stell: My kid is out of there so that was my first priority

Stell: No, not yet

Stell: People are fucking insane, that's what's going on

Atlas: You need to get out of there!

Where: the wedding | post plot drop

Join the mafia they said, it’ll be fun they said. As it turns out it wasn’t quite as much fun as Atlas had been anticipating. The wedding reception itself hadn’t been as bad as he was expecting but then the Vipers had to bust in and kill his vibe. He didn’t rank highly enough to say anything about what had gone down but he very much wasn’t impressed. As the Viper lawyer the last thing he needed was for Isaak to kill someone in front of hundreds of witnesses. Not even a lawyer as good as him could go up against hundreds of witnesses. When he’d finally ran out of the building, pretending to be a helpless civilian he happened to find Dom also stood outside. “So what was that about? Did you know that was going to happen? Tell me I’m not the only person who thought all of that was a terrible idea.” Atlas asked rolling his eyes. He’d even managed to get blood on his very expensive suit, not to mention he was covered in cuts and bruises from the chaos. All in all, he wasn’t happy. 

Atlas: Did you get out?

If Sybil was truthful with herself, the main reason she hated Atlas so much was because of what he did to her. He had condemned her to a life in the mafia. He had dragged her in until she had been too deep to simply walk away safely. He had gotten her to join when she never wanted this life. But of course, Sybil wasn’t stupid and knew if she spoke such things out loud, even to Atlas she would be putting herself in danger. Already her hesitation was already known to Irina and that had proved dangerous enough. Her anger that she hadn’t been able to let go of for years towards Atlas stemmed from him getting her in this mess when she never wanted it. But luckily he was enough of an asshole now and then that she had plenty of other reasons to get angry. “Oh, I’m hot now am I?” Sybil rolled her eyes. Usually from anyone else it would have been a compliment, but from him it felt slimy and like an insult. “Right, he couldn’t like anything else about me. Not my personality, or my ability to actually converse pleasantly with someone - unlike you.”

Almost every interaction he had with Sybil bored him. All it was and was ever going to be was the same old thing. Sybil being angry and bitter and Atlas - as always - not giving much of a fuck. It was all incredibly predictable and the lawyer became more done with it every time it happened. “I don’t date people who aren’t hot so yeah, I guess you are.” He shrugged, wondering when they were going to be done with the conversation so he could talk to somebody more interesting. “This is how you converse politely with someone?” He asked with a laugh, raising his eyebrows. “Sybil, you couldn’t be any more predictable if you tried. Every single thing you do and say is just so - bland and obvious.”

No matter what the other wore, he always looked attractive to Caspian. Giving Atlas a slight head nod he replied, “Well you look good, even though you don’t fancy orange.” The name Stella didn’t ring any bells, which was probably a good thing. It’s not like he could keep track of everyone Atlas hooked up with. The list was probably as long as the phone book. “A date. Her name is Ana and she’s got nice eyes, ass…everything, really,” he easily bragged since Ana was definitely gorgeous. Coming with her to the wedding had been a solid decision. The food was good, the bar was open, and the music upbeat. No complaints from him so far.

it was a known fact to anyone that was even acquainted to dom that food was a weakness. even something as simple as a good burger and fries and you’d have him hooked, asking for anything more hadn’t even been a thought to cross his mind. “ that sounds like some real sugar daddy shit. “ he managed as a low chuckle resonated in his chest. “ i come to keep you company and you buy me a car. what else you expecting out of this shindig? “ the teasing that was layered in his voice was thick. something that he wouldn’t usually entertain with most, was easier than hell to joke around with atlas. dominic clapped his hand over his best friends shoulder with a nod, agreeing to a drink one of the easiest decisions he’d made that night. “ you know i’ll never turn down a free drink. “ 

“Maybe I am your sugar daddy now, maybe that’s just how our relationship works. You know, normally I’d expect a few more blow jobs from a sugar baby but I’ll let you off I suppose.” He laughed, happy to have once again managed to turn one of their conversations sexual. “I’ve managed to hit up the bar a few times so far, I have to say it’s not as watered down as I expected.” He mused as they made their way over to the inside bar. “At least we’re getting free drinks out of being here. It could be worse.”

“In that case, we’re lucky I’m actually handy with slaughtering tools.” Faye chuckled but held up a hand with a small laugh “Plausible deniability, I know. You did not hear that.” It was like a beginning of a bad joke and they could be a punchline in it; a lawyer and a doctor walk into a bar. Hell was bound to break loose on all of them, she was sure, but she always loved a little mayhem. Faye gave him a look. “We’re not even bothering really; who’d dare kick out hometown’s Token Daughter?“ she batted her eyelashes at him, in her usual American sweetheart kind of way that had civilians eating off the palm of her hand. Was she playing on nepotism, being the former Mayor’s kid? Hell yes. And people weren’t exactly lining up to challenge her on it either. “Stella, huh?” the surgeon smirked. She was tempted to congratulate him simply for not bringing Sybil but she refrained. “Should I wish you to get lucky tonight or..?” Faye trailed off. Maybe the bridesmaid wasn’t really to his fancy or maybe there was something better to be offered his way so there.

“I’m not your lawyer so it doesn’t really matter what I did or didn’t hear.” Atlas shrugged. The notion of doing things by the book had left him long ago. Most lawyers weren’t involved in gangs and criminal activity themselves but Atlas wasn’t your average lawyer just like Faye wasn’t the average doctor. It was all just an occupational hazard and most of the time, Atlas knew his clients were guilty and still won the case. “There are probably so many people who don’t like you who would love to do the honors.” He laughed. He wasn’t one of them but he also wasn’t the kind of person who gave a fuck who her family was. “You say get lucky tonight like I haven’t already. Did you know there’s this cozy little closet in here somewhere? It’s full of random shit but, I wasn’t exactly in there to study the contents.”

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“Exactly, you see what I mean? We might as well start off the reception on a good note,” she muses, a playful grin forming on her lips as she took Atlas’s hand and headed out towards the main doors of the room where the reception was being held. Most people were still in the process of doing their mingling and finding a place to sit for the dinner that was following after. “I think I found a nice supply closet or a stairway we could hide in and have some much needed fun, what do you think?” the blonde proposed, whispering into his ear and planting a kiss in the crook of his neck. 

Atlas followed her out of the main room. He had no idea where she was taking him but if anybody knew the venue she was way more likely to than him. He didn’t know much about weddings but he was sure that as a bridesmaid she must have been to the venue before. “Supply closet. As much as I’d love to have half the wedding part walk past, I want to keep you all for myself. The only person who needs to hear you scream my name right now is me, got it?” He asked just loud enough for a shocked older woman to hear.

        “You’ve got that right,” Amalia’s beam shined bright on her features as she happily took in the compliment. Fun was her middle name and she was going to show it off any way she could. Once the female twin’s eyes landed on the man approaching her, an instant smirk replaced her large smile. He was attractive, hot, and sexy, and his question turned her on. “I was thinking normal shots, but you’re more than welcome to take a body shot off me if that’ll make you happy.” She answered in a smooth tone as she let her eyes roll up and down his fit figure. “What’s your choice? Do you want to be boring or get to know me a little better?”