The Mafia King

Chapter 48

Songs For This

River Flows In You by Yiruma

LOST BOY by Troye Sivan

Rosalinda's POV

"Are you part of all this too?" I ask Camilla as she sits across the table from me taking a slice of pizza from the box in front of us.

"Part of what?" Camilla asks me a small smirk on her face as she takes a bite of the pepperoni, stuffed crust.

Justin decided to bring his friends to his apartment in New York so we could all hang out together. He wanted us all to be comfortable with each other since I knew what was really going on around here.

The boys were currently shouting at each other playing on the playstation in the hotel, so I was stuck talking to Camilla.

"This..a Mafia gang.." I whisper slightly, it felt weird saying the words out loud and I wasn't prepared to get into the details.

"I've been a part of the Mafia since I was fifteen, trained and brought up by Justin's dad. Took me in when I had nowhere to go, I was homeless in Vegas and given a shot. My dad was on the run from the Mafia after he had backstabbed them" Camilla explains to me picking at a piece of pepperoni.

"That's awful..do you ever get lonely?" I ask her, she suddenly stops picking at her pizza and puts it down on her plate.

She looks up at me her eyes sad and sparkling under the chandelier light on the ceiling.

"Lonely doesn't even cover it" she whispers pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. I nod slightly not pushing anymore into the subject.

"So..who are you guys on the run from?" I ask her trying to change the subject away from her, I didn't want to upset her.

"Johnson..he has hated Justin for years now, after Justin murdered his Dad in a huge fight that we had with his gang. So now, in any typical story, he wants revenge" Camilla shrugs as if it's something casual, an everyday routine.

"Hey baby" I hear a soft voice in my ear as arms wrap around my shoulders from behind me.

I grasp my hands around his arms tipping my head up to look at Justin as he leaves a soft kiss on my nose.

"Hey" I whisper back turning my body around to face Justin. He looked like heaven dressed in black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and a dark blue denim jacket.

His golden hair was slicked back from his face with gel showing off his jawline to kill and beautiful hazel brown eyes.

"I want to show you something" Justin tells me taking my hand in his helping me to stand up. He takes me into the separate bedroom in the apartment and locks the door behind us.

It's pitch black in the room apart from the lit city of New York lights glowing into the room behind silk curtains.

"What do you want to show me?" I ask Justin my hand squeezing his slightly.

"First I want to kiss you" Justin whispers against my lips pushing me gently against the door, his lips finding mine as the light from the curtains shines onto the side of my face.

His breath was warm and soft against my lips lighting me up like a candle as he placed his lips onto mine. A building of desire and warmth spread throughout my chest as my lips found his.

My heart pounded in my chest with lust as our lips molded together meeting each other in a slow luxurious rhythm.

His lips were warm and smooth against mine as they always had been, as if we were made for each other. I let out a soft moan as his hand tangled into my hair behind my neck, my hands grasped at his t-shirt.