Chapter 15
Atlas
I didn’t immediately get up and get an explanation like Savvy told me to, I just couldn’t face the possibility of that explanation not being good enough. So I sulked for another few weeks until Joseph came to see me. He walked into my room with food and a pissy attitude.
“I don’t know what the fuck happened and I don’t care. All I care about is you getting your ass together and coming out of this fucking room. No matter what has happened to you in your life, you have never let it get to you this much, you used it as motivation. Your brothers are watching you, so get the fuck up, handle your business and stop acting like a bitch!” he slams the food down “and by the way you smell like a wild goat,” he says as he walks out.
He’s right I started this mission when I was ten years old and I am not about to let this destroy everything I have accomplished. I eat the first real meal I have had in a month, drag my funky ass to the shower to wash, and get presentable. It took me more than an hour to wash, brush my teeth, shave and tame my hair into a top knot. I might cut this shit it has grown out of control. I am a jeans, boots, and t-shirt kind of guy and that didn’t change today, all black, and I am ready to face the world again. I head to the one person whose help I need most of all right now. I head over to Jabarri’s wing, he’s on the third floor, his suite of rooms makes up the entire right side of the floor. Knocking on his office door I don’t wait for him to respond and walk in. “Jabarri!” I yell, his office is huge and it would make Tony Stark jealous.
“Over here,” he says. He is at a huge computer desk building what looks to my untrained eyes a supercomputer.
“I need a favor,” I say. “I..” “She’s at the Grand Hotel, in the Grand Hotel Junior Suite room number 1801.” He says without looking up.
Well damn, and that is why he is the best at what he does. “You better hurry up, she's looking at houses in Georgia,” he says.
I turn on my heels and head back out the door, “thanks Jabarri.”
Houses in Georgia! Not until I get my damn answers. I grab my keys and head into town and finally talk to True. I park my SUV down the street and walk down to the hotel. When I enter the lobby I immediately spot Peter.
“Atlas, what brings you by? He says in surprise.
“There’s a guest here I came to see,” I reply after shaking the proffered hand.
‘How is my Savvy doing? I haven’t been by the compound in a while and I miss her.”
“She’s doing well, the book took off and she is busy with marketing events,” I tell him.
“Yes I bought five hundred copies'' he says with no shame, I put them in the suites in the welcome baskets in all my hotels. I always get feedback from the guests about her book,” he brags.
“Nice, that’s smart marketing,” I said, impressed.
Peter scoffs “I didn’t become a multi-billionaire business owner by chance,” he says.
“No offense was meant,” I told him.
“Then none was taken. What's the room number?”
“1801,” I say.
“Aww, very pretty. She hasn’t left her room except for maybe two or three times,” he goes over to the desk and grabs an elevator key, and hands it to me. “Tell Savvy I will be there to see her soon,” he says and walks off without giving me a chance to respond.
I take the elevator to True’s room, nervous about what I will find and what her explanation is going to be. Will it be good enough for me to overlook the fact that Victor is her father? Well, times up. I find myself outside of True’s door and one knock is all that stands in the way of being with the woman I love or walking away from her forever. In for a penny and all that.
I am looking at her before I even register knocking at the door. She looks beautiful, a literal sight for sore eyes, even though it looks like she has lost weight. Hell who am I to talk, I lost weight too this past month away from her.
“Atlas, what are you doing here? She asks me.
“I think it’s time we have that talk,” I tell her.
“Come in,” she moves aside and I walk in taking in the suitcases she has in the living room.
“Going somewhere?” I ask as I nod my head in the directions of the suitcases.
“Is that why you came here Atlas? To discuss my travel habits?”
“No I suppose not, I came to get answers,” I say harsher than I intended to.
“Who says I wanna talk a month later? I begged you to let me explain and you told me to leave. And a month later you walk in here uninvited and expect me to just answer questions like I’m a dog being told to speak? I don’t think so,” she says as she begins walking back towards the door. Before either of us knows what is happening I am across the room with True pressed up against the door.