The Mafia King

Chapter 17

Song for this chapter:

Trap Queen by Fetty Wap

Johnson's Pov

I sit in my hotel room based in Vegas in my king sized chair staring down all of my employees who shift uncomfortably in their seats at my intimidating gaze. I smirk to myself rubbing my chin with my index finger examining the papers put in front of me, I called a meeting to come into order under circumstances that my gang needs to track down a certain little shit. I place the papers down in front of me on the long table stretching across the whole room, employees sat at every chair waiting for me to speak.

"Justin Drew Bieber..the little shit who you let steal my money, my boys, my weapons, my fucking car!" I shout loudly my voice rising through every word causing my employees to jump in fright. "You know my hate for that fucking bastard, and you let him steal my shit!"

"Sir..I found a track on the where abouts of Justin Bieber" one of my clients speaks up shaking slightly pushing his glasses further up his nose. I turn to slowly look at him straightening the tie on my suit.

"You found a track? You found a fucking track?! I don't want some mother fucking track! He owns one of the biggest gangs in the US, I'm sure the poxy cops have a better fucking track!" I slam my fist down on the table my veins popping out of my neck from anger. I have devoted years to wanting to kill a twenty six year old boy, son to Jeremy Bieber my arch rival. 

My client quivers back in his seat opening his laptop lid getting back to finding where Justin Bieber is placed in this city.

"Sir, I may be able to run some background chec-" I whip my head round to meet the face of another one of my workers sending him a death glare and he instantly stops talking straightening out his collar under my cold stare.

"Background check! You're all fucking imbeciles! You're fucking worse than the police who have tried to find him, you're fired, go" I wave my hand towards the man I don't even know the name of before putting my head in my hands from frustration. 

He knows not to question me as he slightly whimpers getting up from his seat rapidly and scurrying out of the room nearly dropping his laptop.

I stand up from my chair straightening out the jacket of my grey suit before walking over to the huge windowing giving me the view of Vegas, I feel all eyes watching me as I pace back and forth beyond the window. 

I am a master of my empire and have been for years of my life, I'm not far different from Bieber but I sure as hell am not the same as that little shit coming from a family who has tortured mine for years.

"We are going to not stop working until we have some information on where Justin Bieber may be located, we find anyone associated with him, and we kill them, make it brutal, make it slow, they can suffer the pain I did" I growl at my employees and they all quickly put their heads down typing frantically on their laptops finding a way to track down the bitch of the hour.

I make my way over to the mini bar grabbing a small crystal glass from the cabinet pouring myself some strong whiskey taking a sip. I am not going to let the Bieber's get away for what they did, especially not let some fucking little bullshit baby Bieber steal anything from me and live to see the next day. 

Justin Bieber is known as The Mafia King, the youngest leading gang member to live knowing skills nobody thought he would at such a young age. He's much more clever than people could ever bet running the lives of thousands of people in a huge mafia gang all over the world.