The Mafia King

Chapter 28

Song for this chapter:

Truth by Terror Jr

Justin's Pov

My eyes flutter slightly and I feel my eyelashes fan the top of my cheeks, I was clearly in a dusty room as if I felt the debris scatter over my cheeks slightly. My bones felt weak and I tried to pry my eyes open, they stung too much as my vision was still blurry as if I was looking through a dusty window.

I lifted my shaky hand stretching it across the floor in front of me, I could feel fragments of old ceiling on the floor between my dirty fingers. My finger caught against the wooden floorboard a splinter entering my flesh. 

I winced slightly ignoring it as I had clearly endured much more pain than a splinter.

My tongue darted from my lips trying to wet my dry, chapped lips, I had no luck as my tongue was dry and unhydrated. I managed to open my eyes will struggle as my eyes scanned the dimmed room I was led on the floor in. 

The room seemed to be a small basement with wooden floorboards that were broken and splayed everywhere, there was a small light bulb on the ceiling that was flickering and hanging by a small wire.

The walls were a plain white colour that now seemed grey and dirty from how old it was, the wallpaper was peeling to reveal an old brick wall that was crumbling. 

I scrunched my eyes closed re-opening them to get used to the atmosphere.

I press my hands onto the floor lifting my body weight from the floor finding my way to my feet. I glance around the room taking in the small room trying to find a way out of the tiny room. 

I lift my head up glancing at the ceiling feeling a pain surge through my neck.

"Fuck" I groan raising my arm to my neck feeling all of my bones ache round my body from when I had been tackled to the floor. 

Rose must be feeling as if I've stood her up, she's probably worried where I am. I look back up at the ceiling noticing a small air vent big enough for me to be able to squeeze through. 

But how am I going to get up there?

I rub my face with my dirty, muddy hands feeling the dirt seep into the cuts on my face, I ignore it as the pain is good to feel to remind me that I'm still alive. 

I suddenly shoot my head up looking over at the crumbling wall the bricks coming out.

"Dumb fucks, they don't know that I exceeded all my subjects at school" I smirk knowing I was smarter than people give me credit for before making my way over to the old bricks. 

I rip off my jacket and pull my shirt apart not bothering with the buttons, I have no time to undress properly. I tie my jacket together with my shirt creating a longish rope figure.

After a few struggles I manage to makeshift a block of bricks below the air vent before hauling myself up on top of it. I pull the vent lid away from the top throwing it to the floor before using the make shift rope I had made to wrap around the vent hauling myself inside of it. 

I had to find the rest of my gang and get my ass out of here and plan a different way to kill these fuckers. But most importantly I had to go back home make this up to Rose without her finding out the truth.

Rosalinda's POV

"It's nice in here isn't it?" The voice sends chills up my spine, it's not his usual kind loving voice that I adore, It's cold and rigid as if he has just been through a trauma.