Odin (Billionaire Titans Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Alison Ryan
grizzled-looking man.
“Hello, Doc,” Atlas greeted me. “This is my fiancée, Piper, and this is Nathaniel, he’s head of on-site security.” Suddenly two more men appeared, dressed in black track suits. Their silent approach startled me.
“There’s a guest house behind the main house. Carlo and Randall will move your things for you. It’s entirely private, you’re set up with an encrypted laptop, television, your own kitchen and bathroom, and you’ll have 24-hour audio/video on Odin’s room, once he arrives,” Nathaniel explained.
Atlas reassured me. “These men are part of our security team. They won’t always have such a presence, and most of the time they’ll blend in and you won’t even realize they’re here. Your living space will be yours alone.”
I nodded and popped the trunk so my things could be moved into the guest house.
Atlas and Piper led me inside, where I found an immaculately-appointed modern home that belied the exterior, which screamed 1970.
Piper caught my jaw hanging open. “I know, right? The Titans don’t do anything halfway. If something looks like an antique, it is. If something appears expensive, it’s worth twice what you think it might be. And having said all that, nothing is as it seems.”
Piper walked over to a bookshelf, carefully removing four titles and replacing them in different spots. The entire massive piece slid soundlessly to the left, revealing a room beyond.
“Atlas and his brothers grew up like this. I still can’t get over feeling like I’m in a James Bond movie,” Piper said as she and Atlas led me into the secret room.
A sofa sat against the far wall, with chairs framing a hospital-style bed that dominated the space. A cabinet filled with medical supplies was next to a double sink, with a small bathroom tucked into the corner. We could have been standing in a recovery room in a boutique hospital, rather than a residential neighborhood.
“After we show you the rest of the house, and your living quarters, I want you to inventory this room and tell me if you’ll need anything else to keep my brother comfortable and on the road to recovery,” Atlas explained. I nodded.
We exited through the hidden door behind the bookcase, around a corner, and into the kitchen, all chrome and marble. Atlas opened a door leading to a walk-in pantry. We walked to the back, where a heavy door led to what I assumed was a freezer or meat locker. He stopped at a keypad outside the door and punched in a code. Instead of the freezer door opening, however, a section of pantry shelving recessed into the wall, revealing a spiral staircase heading straight down.
Atlas motioned for me to descend, but Piper sensed my apprehension and she led the way. At the bottom, we entered a narrow corridor that led toward the rear of the house, if I had my bearings correct. We walked for several moments before ascending a second set of spiral steps. we emerged through a hatch and out into the air once more. We stood behind the guest house, between a bush and a fence, where Nathaniel met us.
“All her things are inside, Atlas. And I have final confirmation on the ambulance. We should start prepping,” he said.
Atlas nodded and asked Piper to show me my space while he went with Nathaniel back to the main house, this time above ground.
“So clearly all the secret doors and the tunnel and everything wasn’t built in the past two days,” I asked Piper. “What’s the deal?”
“The way Atlas explained it to me, this house was built by a mob boss back in the late sixties. The streets around here were filled with gangsters living right next door to casino executives. Some of these guys, the owner of this house in particular, needed to be able to disappear or escape quickly in case the police or rival mobsters showed up unexpectedly. It’s all been modernized, the whole house has, but the tunnel was part of the original house, and so was the secret room. There are, or were , secret
“Hello, Doc,” Atlas greeted me. “This is my fiancée, Piper, and this is Nathaniel, he’s head of on-site security.” Suddenly two more men appeared, dressed in black track suits. Their silent approach startled me.
“There’s a guest house behind the main house. Carlo and Randall will move your things for you. It’s entirely private, you’re set up with an encrypted laptop, television, your own kitchen and bathroom, and you’ll have 24-hour audio/video on Odin’s room, once he arrives,” Nathaniel explained.
Atlas reassured me. “These men are part of our security team. They won’t always have such a presence, and most of the time they’ll blend in and you won’t even realize they’re here. Your living space will be yours alone.”
I nodded and popped the trunk so my things could be moved into the guest house.
Atlas and Piper led me inside, where I found an immaculately-appointed modern home that belied the exterior, which screamed 1970.
Piper caught my jaw hanging open. “I know, right? The Titans don’t do anything halfway. If something looks like an antique, it is. If something appears expensive, it’s worth twice what you think it might be. And having said all that, nothing is as it seems.”
Piper walked over to a bookshelf, carefully removing four titles and replacing them in different spots. The entire massive piece slid soundlessly to the left, revealing a room beyond.
“Atlas and his brothers grew up like this. I still can’t get over feeling like I’m in a James Bond movie,” Piper said as she and Atlas led me into the secret room.
A sofa sat against the far wall, with chairs framing a hospital-style bed that dominated the space. A cabinet filled with medical supplies was next to a double sink, with a small bathroom tucked into the corner. We could have been standing in a recovery room in a boutique hospital, rather than a residential neighborhood.
“After we show you the rest of the house, and your living quarters, I want you to inventory this room and tell me if you’ll need anything else to keep my brother comfortable and on the road to recovery,” Atlas explained. I nodded.
We exited through the hidden door behind the bookcase, around a corner, and into the kitchen, all chrome and marble. Atlas opened a door leading to a walk-in pantry. We walked to the back, where a heavy door led to what I assumed was a freezer or meat locker. He stopped at a keypad outside the door and punched in a code. Instead of the freezer door opening, however, a section of pantry shelving recessed into the wall, revealing a spiral staircase heading straight down.
Atlas motioned for me to descend, but Piper sensed my apprehension and she led the way. At the bottom, we entered a narrow corridor that led toward the rear of the house, if I had my bearings correct. We walked for several moments before ascending a second set of spiral steps. we emerged through a hatch and out into the air once more. We stood behind the guest house, between a bush and a fence, where Nathaniel met us.
“All her things are inside, Atlas. And I have final confirmation on the ambulance. We should start prepping,” he said.
Atlas nodded and asked Piper to show me my space while he went with Nathaniel back to the main house, this time above ground.
“So clearly all the secret doors and the tunnel and everything wasn’t built in the past two days,” I asked Piper. “What’s the deal?”
“The way Atlas explained it to me, this house was built by a mob boss back in the late sixties. The streets around here were filled with gangsters living right next door to casino executives. Some of these guys, the owner of this house in particular, needed to be able to disappear or escape quickly in case the police or rival mobsters showed up unexpectedly. It’s all been modernized, the whole house has, but the tunnel was part of the original house, and so was the secret room. There are, or were , secret
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