The Mafia King

Chapter 51

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Rosalinda's POV

My head rested against the cold, metal bars in the cell I was staying in, my fingers wrapped around the bars supporting me.

It was freezing and I could feel the goosebumps on my arms as I froze. My feet were bare, they had also taken my only warmth, my coat off of me. They wanted to check them for weapons.

"Hey baby girl" I heard a throaty deep voice next to me, I turned my head slowly looking to my right in the cell next to me.

A guy who had clearly been living on the street was leaning against the bars next to me. He was a tall stocky black man, but he was handsome and young at the same time. I inwardly cringed as you could see the dirt all over his body.

"Uh..me?" I questioned timidly pointing to myself. He nodded as he examined me up and down, he looked in thought for a second before speaking again.

"You don't really look like you belong in an overnight cell sweetheart" he scratched his scruffy beard.

"Well, not everything is as it seems, you don't know who I could be" I told him prying myself away from the bars, sitting down on the cold floor.

It was inhumane in here at the least, a small metal toilet in my cell where everyone could watch me pee.

"What a smart, strange thing to say" he inquired. I nodded huffing slightly.

"So why are you in here?" I asked him leaning my back against the bars so we were leaning our backs together.

"I was minding my own business, I was talking to a little girl in the street because she bought me a coffee, she was so kind to give it to me. But the police thought I was harassing her just because of my skin colour" the man told me sighing to himself slightly.

I turned my head over my shoulder to get a glimpse of the man. He was in pain inside and I could tell, the world can be so cruel.

"I was in a strip club where people sell drugs and prostitution that the mafia owns.." I suddenly speak out, I hear a hearty laugh behind me as the man finds it funny.

I giggle slightly as his laugh was friendly and infectious.

"What's your name?" He asks me after his laughter had died down.

"Rosalinda" I always hated my full name, but he smiled as I told him which made me feel warm.

"I'm Mark, it's not as pretty but it's something" he tells me before taking my hand through the bars holding it for a second. "You'll be alright sweetheart"

"Get your hands off the girl, Rosalinda Rodriguez you've been bailed out" a police guard had approached the cell unlocking my bars.

"It was lovely meeting you" I tell mark before picking myself up off of the floor making my way over to the guard.

He grabbed my arm before dragging me towards the exit of the cells, I shivered as people watched me leave the cells.

The policeman unlocked another door pushing it open, he pushed me slightly into the room, the waiting area was full of people clearly waiting for family members.

"Rose!" I heard the familiar voice of Justin who got up out of his chair making his way over to me. He pulled me into his arms his hand pressing onto my cheek checking if I had been bruised. He was warm and comforting. "You're freezing baby" he cooed taking off his jacket placing it around my shoulders.