The Mafia King

Chapter 44

Songs for this chapter:

I'm Not Calling You A Liar by Florence + The Machine

The Quiet by Troye Sivan

Rosalinda's Pov

As everything fell into perspective for me, I realised that the bullet had been emptied from Justin's gun. It had hit Garrett's body with such force that he jolted back onto the wet, hard ground of the earth below.

A loud scream fell from my lips even though my throat was impossibly dry from the fear that I had felt.

The men that had been with Garrett took a break for the woods as Justin stood and stared at the gun in his hands.

It hadn't yet dawned on me that my boyfriend had killed someone as my throat became sore from screaming.

I let my screaming come to an end as my hands shakily found their way over my mouth. I felt sick at the sight of Garrett's body led on the floor, deep, rich, red blood seeping onto his crisp white dress shirt.

I let out a loud shaky breath, the cold air of Canada biting at my skin as I was still in my dress. I felt everything churning in my stomach as Justin lowered the gun to his side refusing to look at me.

I didn't know if I could even speak as I didn't trust my voice. It dawned on me that Justin owned a room full of deadly weapons that he really used, on people.

"He's fucking dead! He's fucking dead! You just killed someone..oh my god..you just killed someone!" I was choking on my own words. Justin had finally turned his head to look at me but I didn't want to be near him.

I didn't want him to touch me, or hug me, or brush a strand of hair away from my face. I didn't want him to kiss me or even tell me how he thought I was beautiful.

Justin reached his hand out towards me that I would usually happily take. I took a few steps back but my legs were so weak and cold that I stumbled backwards falling over lots of large sticks.

My back hit the ground with a thud, I closed my eyes for a second feeling the burning pain shoot down my back. I didn't concentrate on that as I made sure to move backwards with my hands away from Justin.

"I'm going to be sick" I muttered to myself as I felt a burning running up my throat and the feeling of everything moving in my stomach.

I felt hot tears fall down my cheeks, I hadn't even realised that I was crying until some dropped on my legs. I turned to my side slightly as I kept retching as I felt sickness run through my body.

Justin had bent down next to my side his hand guiding along my back in a comforting way as I was sick all over the dirt below me.

I didn't want any of his touch as I discarded all my disgust, fear and shock from my body onto the ground.

I had finally stopped being sick as I turned back towards Justin slapping his hand away from me with as much force as I could.

I stared at him as he backed away from me slightly, he stared back at me with regret and what seemed like hurt in his eyes.

I looked at him as if I didn't know who he was, I felt like I didn't know who he was. I felt so deceited and lied to.

Justin had turned to the side to look at Harley and Chaz who were trying to move Garrett's body. I had felt anger towards all of Justin's friends, they were all part of this sham and lie Justin had been telling me.

They didn't even had the decency to tell me the truth. Pattie didn't even tell me, although I couldn't blame her as I needed to hear this from Justin.