The Mafia King

Chapter 57

Song for this chapter:

Angel by The Weeknd

Justin's POV

As I watched Rose sleep, her auburn hair splashed out over the linen pillow. I knew that it had to be end game, I was going to have to drive her to the airport in the morning.

However much she kicked and screamed to stay, and however much I wanted her to. It was endgame.

It made me feel like somebody had punched my in the stomach, to say the least. That I had to let somebody leave who had set my body alight, for the first time in years.

I felt a lump in my throat, as I blinked back my tears. Don't cry Justin.

I pushed back my thoughts, pulling the satin sheets over Rose's peaceful body. Her chest rose and fell, as she slept away memories of tonight.

I didn't know how I was going to sleep without her if I let her go, she kept all my bad dreams away. As if she was my own personal dream catcher.

I let out a sigh, placing a kiss on her forehead, she smiled in her sleep. I could hear her slow, peaceful dreaming as she dreamt. Hopefully about me, something happy.

I turned around, padding across the wooden floor of my bedroom. I creaked the door open and walked out, closing it behind me.

Making my way down the marble floored hallway, I opened my office door slipping inside.

I needed to get some work done for my business, being one of the biggest allegeable bachelors wasn't easy.

I sat down at the mahogany desk, pouring myself a glass of whiskey and opening my laptop.

My mind kept drifting back to Rose, I couldn't concentrate and my eyes were heavy. I rubbed my face, trying to stay away before downing the rest of my whiskey.

I couldn't believe after so long, Rose had to face her Dad. Somebody who was supposed to be in rehab, who wouldn't reply to her letters.

I was angry at him, for hurting her, making her grow up alone. But I also understood, the job we have ruins your life, takes away everything good from it, love, family and friends.

I opened up a draw inside my desk to find my stapler, as I shuffled some paper together, my eyes caught the camera I had used to take photos of Rose and me.

The one she had found in my office a while back. I picked it up, turning it on as it sprung into life almost blinding me in the dark office.

I scrolled through the pictures, some of Rose sleeping, so pure and innocent.

In bed together, some of her in the sheets naked, kissing, more from holidays. I let out a crack of a smile, before placing the camera back into the drawer, something I would cherish forever.

I was up another hour, before I heard somebody pad into the room. I felt her soft arms snake around my neck from behind. Her head resting on my shoulder, as soft kisses came up my neck and to my ear.

"Come to bed baby, it's late" Rose's soft voice filled my ears as my hands rested till on my laptop.

"If this doesn't get done I-"

"If it doesn't get done you'll have your thousands of employees to help you" Rose finishes for me, turning my spinning chair around to face her.

She looked gorgeous, dressed in a silk, nearly see through white gown. It stopped at her mid thigh showing off her legs. She looked like a dream, and I was ready to fall asleep to it.