"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.
