Atlas

ATLASHEL’S INKBOOK TWO DJ KRIMMER Copyright © 2023 by DJ Krimmer All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For Raeleen - Without you, there would be no Atlas, therefore he belongs to you. Thank you for your ongoing love and support and for talking me out of my throwing my laptop into the street on more than one occasion. Enjoy your sexy, sweet cinnamon roll book boyfriend. Contents Prologue1. Atlas2. Lauren3. Atlas4. Lauren5. Atlas6. Lauren7. Atlas8. Lauren9. Atlas10. Atlas11. Lauren12. Atlas13. Lauren14. Atlas15. Lauren16. Atlas17. Lauren18. Atlas19. Lauren20. Atlas21. Lauren22. Atlas23. Lauren24. Atlas25. Lauren26. Atlas27. Lauren28. AtlasEpilogueWhat’s NextAcknowledgmentsAbout the AuthorAlso by DJ Krimmer Contents Prologue1. Atlas2. Lauren3. Atlas4. Lauren5. Atlas6. Lauren7. Atlas8. Lauren9. Atlas10. Atlas11. Lauren12. Atlas13. Lauren14. Atlas15. Lauren16. Atlas17. Lauren18. Atlas19. Lauren20. Atlas21. Lauren22. Atlas23. Lauren24. Atlas25. Lauren26. Atlas27. Lauren28. AtlasEpilogueWhat’s NextAcknowledgmentsAbout the AuthorAlso by DJ Krimmer Content & Trigger Warnings I do my my best to present any and all content in the gentlest of lights but please, take care and make sure to check in with yourself. Only you know you well enough to decide if you should proceed. Remember to always put your mental health first and you matter. Possible Triggers: Atlas Contains: - Off Page Abuse - Assault - Death - Drug Addiction (not MCs) - Emotional Abuse From A Parent/Relative Content: - Type One Diabetes - Explicit Language - Explicit Sexual Situations PrologueATLAS The pounding of my rapidly beating heart and the whooshing of boiling blood rushing through my head is all I can hear. I look at the beautiful blonde standing in front of me. Her long hair acting as a curtain around her soft, and oh so fucking breathtaking face hides her rich chocolate eyes. Her lush body trembles and I watch as her tears hit the picnic table we are standing over. I’ve had enough. I can handle many things but…not this. Not her crying. Reaching my hand out, I catch her soft chin in my grasp and force her to look me in the face; the fading bruise on her cheek fills me with a dark murderous rage I’ve spent most of my adult life suppressing. But not anymore, the light, fun version of Atlas that I’ve spent so long creating, he’s nowhere to be found right now and the monster that has laid dormant inside me has taken the reins. Through teeth gritted so tightly I don’t know how they haven’t cracked, I growl in a voice I barely recognize as my own. “Where did the bruise come from?” I enunciate each word as my hand holds her trembling chin firmly, making her look me in the eye. “Atlas…” My name is a weak and desperate plea falling from her full lips. I watch fresh tears slip from her red eyes and splatter against my hand. Later, I will relive her tears, the look of terror in her eyes, the wobbling of her lips, and it will tear my heart apart. But right here, right now, all I can feel is this fire coursing through my body. “Please, you don’t have to do this.” Don’t have to? What other choice is there? Looking once more at her abused cheek, I run the back of my fingers across it, ever so gently. I see the wince on her face and I take that slight expression as the green light I need to end this. To end him. So yes, I do have to do this. I have to protect her. “Get out of here, Princess.” I say as I move away from her to head back inside the bar. I had come here earlier this evening just for a beer and to meet a tinder match. Then Ren showed up with him. I chose to ignore them and try to be the mature adult that no one thinks I’m capable of being. It was going as well as it could until Ren saw me and our eyes locked. Being the polite people pleaser she is, Ren came over to say hi and that is when I saw the layers of makeup she had applied to her face to cover what appeared to be a bruise over her cheek. In that moment I realized two things. One, Ren absolutely sucks at cover-up makeup and would’ve done well to have her best friend, Janie, teach her the art. And two, I was, without a doubt, going to get arrested tonight. I’ve been waiting for the moment I could beat her dick-less, mother fucking loser ass boyfriend’s face in for far too long and I am about to enjoy every fucking second of it. She deserves better than him, better than his wandering eyes, better than the way he looks down at her, how he doesn’t spoil her. She deserves everything that he is unable and unwilling to give her. And now? Now that I know he is hurting her? Well, now is when I can no longer stand back and “stay out of it”. “Atlas, please!!” Ren cries as she grabs my wrist to stop my movements. “Please, I'm sorry! But please, if you do something, it could ruin us both.” I run my fingertips along the side of her face as I tuck some of her hair behind her pretty ears. I love her ears. She has those constellation piercings that go all the way up in this unique design and I love looking to see what cute little pieces of jewelry she adds in to reflect her mood. Right now they are plain silver colored balls, and it doesn’t sit well with me. Ren is anything but plain with her pretty dresses, bright blonde hair and knee-weakening smile. It angers me to my very core that the bright goddess I knew has turned into this dimmer, quieter version of herself, and it’s all his fault. “Princess,” I let out