The Mafia King

Chapter 3

Songs for this chapter:

Waking Up In Vegas by Katy Perry

I Put A Spell On You by Annie Lennox

Rosalinda's Pov

I sprawl myself out across the bright yellow deck chair on the beach, well I say beach but it's just some man-made resort in Vegas. I slip my sunglasses over my eyes closing them, I relax drinking in all the sun in hope of maybe catching a tan on my pale skin. I yawn pushing my headphones into my ears and the beautiful Ariana Grande's "God Is A Woman" fills my ears, smiling to myself I exhale slowly taking in the beauty of where we are. I pull my camisole off my body beginning to feel too hot exposing my lime green bikini, I've always loved this bikini as it shows off my assets just the right amount.

Riley stalks across the beach holding a bottle of water in her hand which she had purchased from the stand across the resort, flopping down on the deck chair next to me she groans loudly splaying her hands across her face. Smirking I look at her lifting my sunglasses down my nose to get a better look at my best friend.

"Everything okay?" I ask too sweetly my grin growing even more as she sends me a death look.

"Do I look okay to you miss " I don't have a hangover" " She huffs taking a swig of water trying to drown out all the toxins from the excessive amount of alcohol she drank last night.

"Well, that's because I wasn't dipping my head into fish bowls and daquiri's while mixing my drinks" I point out the obvious on purpose slipping my sunglasses back over my eyes blocking out the rays of sun which had been blinding me. Riley flips me off and I giggle putting my hand over my mouth trying to hold in my laughter.

"I wasn't chatting up rich men who own casinos" Riley smirks at me, taking a sip of her water.

"I was not chatting him up!" I scold, rolling my eyes at her.

"Yeah, sure looked like that when we walked out of the bathroom and saw him whispering in your ear" Lily chimes in, sipping on her sex on the beach cocktail.

"Ha, funny" I say sarcastically, closing my eyes again to listen to my music.

I can't stop thinking about last night and that guy..he seemed dangerous, almost threatening while being a completely awe strickening sex god who's got a dazzling smile. I don't understand why he wanted to know things about, it was strange considering it's not like I would ever see him again. He seems like the type to lock girls up in his cupboard and leave them there forever. I shiver at the thought at the same time finding it amusing.

He was probably so used to getting what he wanted and wasn't used to being told no. The thought disgusted me, he probably had countless women under his belt.

I look over at Riley and snort realising she's fallen asleep under the warm sun of Vegas, I grab my sun cream bottle from my bag and start rubbing the creamy, yet relieving cold substance over my overly hot skin.

"Need some help with that?" A deep patronising voice slices through me suddenly making me pause what I was doing. I suck in my breath recognising the voice from last night all my hairs standing up on the back of my neck at once.

I peak up at the shadow standing over my deck chair through my long eye lashes. I gulp seeing stood there...Justin Bieber the fucking freak from last night. My breathing hitches as my eyes lap over his model like body. He's smirking at me, that famous smirk he seems to use a lot, his hair is tousled in the most sexy way, his beautiful brown eyes are covered with expensive black ray-bans.