The Mafia King

Chapter 25

Song for this chapter:

Bad Decisions by Ariana Grande

Justin's Pov

"William Bailey has escaped Folly Gardens.." the words uttered from my mouth and I can hear my voice shaking slightly, this may either be from the fear or the adrenaline running through my veins at this point in time.

I see something unholy cross both of Harley and Josh's faces as they both know we are facing someone much more dark then Johnson could ever imagine. Johnson knows who William is, as does my father, and as do I.

William Bailey is somebody that nobody would ever expect him to be, he was none other than my uncle, my Dad's brother. He had once been a sane kind man, when I was a baby he held me in his arms every night til I fell asleep, he would clean me, feed me, rock me, take me for walks and play time in the park. 

He did all of these things my father never had when I was a child, because my father was too busy out fighting gangs, getting drunk and making weapons and plans for evil, the same thing I do now.

I shift slightly so the only thing that you can hear move in the silence that his fallen among us is the fabric of my suit brushing together.

"Who the fuck is the Mafia King?" the words fall out of my beautiful Rose's mouth in almost an terrifying echo, the words I had avoided her asking ever since I had met her. I wanted to hold her off from the dark side of my life for as long as I could possibly endure, but my uncle had ruined it.

Camilla's eyes met mine and I felt a wave of panic wash through her eyes as she hesitated to let go of Rose's fragile, weak body from her grasp. Camilla finally let go of Rose as she stumbled forward towards me searching for an answer. I finally looked up at Rose.

Her beauty was still overwhelming even with the strange melancholy, feared look in her eyes after being touched by my deranged uncle. Her hair had fallen out of it's hold splaying all over her face like a wedding net, it was the most beautiful sight. 

She looked vulnerable as her dress had been ripped up side of the leg when I had ripped William away from her. She looked so fragile and cold and I wanted to reach out and hold her, but she wanted answers.

I wasn't ready to give Rose those answers, and my gang knew I wasn't ready to let her into the sinister, dark, delirious part of my life that I had tried so hard not to drag her into. She wasn't going to find out from me anytime soon who the Mafia King really was and what he did to people and how he earnt his money for a living. 

She was only going to know me for the good in me, for my Casino's and my Bieber Enterprises across the globe.

"I said, who the fucking shit is the Mafia King Justin!" Her voice is louder now, her pitch piercing my thought train. My heart starts to beat loudly as she shakes slightly from anger and frustration of what had just happened to her and not having anyone to answer for it.

"Rose, please let me get you back home first.." I plead her exhausted, my heart leaps slightly as I speak the words of home as if she lived there too. She backs down slightly, nodding agreeing that it is best if we talk in private instead of gathering a wondering audience.

Back at the apartment I am sat down on my cream sofa flipping through TV channels trying to find something interesting to watch at two am in the morning. 

Rose finally emerges from the hallway holding many rooms, she is dressed in some of my grey joggers and her own white tank top. Her beautiful Auburn hair is damp as she had just taken a shower to clean herself after being touched by that man.