The Mafia King

Chapter 60

Song for this chapter:

Belong To The World by The Weeknd

Rosalinda's POV

"You're taking me with you?" I ask in excitement, grabbing my crutches from leaning against the table. Justin hadn't let me leave the house the past week, even though I was capable of walking.

"I'm not leaving you in here alone, you could hurt yourself" Justin retrieves his leather jacket from the cloak room he has in his apartment. He slides it over his shoulders sending me a look.

"I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself, even the doctor said I've made a brilliant recovery!" I argue, Justin helping me slip into my jacket.

"There, now I can't see you" Justin smirks slightly, trying to make a joke because my jacket is was camo printed.

"Ha ha, you're so funny" I roll my eyes, making sure my crutches are with me. "So where are we actually going?"

"I have to make a few business deals with a guy called Evan, it's to do with trading and stock" Justin tells me, pressing the button on the elevator.

"Thank you for bringing me" I tell him, he sends me a small smile. I was glad Justin was finally listening to me, he knew I didn't want to be stuck on my own while he did his job. I need to be able to know about his job, instead of him always claiming I'm in danger.

The elevator door opens and he puts his hand on my lower back, supporting me, helping me inside as I struggled with my weight on the crutches.

"This Evan guy has his own gang then?" I ask, as Justin presses the lobby button. The elevator starts to make it's way down.

"Yes, but his gang is sly, a lot of trading and deals, stealing as well" Justin says, his focus concentrating on my balance. I was recovering well and there was no need for the constant babying.

"What's the point in even going into business together then?" I ask, as we step out of the elevator and make our way into the garage. Justin had his own private garage of course, loaded with cars. The rich bastard.

He picked a key for a Rolls Royce, I must admit his taste in cars was impeccable. It was a privilege to even sit in one of his cars, let alone drive it.

"Because, even though he's a sly, cheating bastard, he knows good business and good stock and companies to trade with" Justin tells me, opening the car door for me. I slip inside, strapping myself into the chair.

Justin makes his way over to the drivers side, and gets in starting up the engine.

"Suppose that's the way you Mafia's do it" I roll my eyes, Justin sends me his signature smirk before making his way out of the garage.

Justin had ushered me into a bar, that was in downtown Vegas. It was loud and lively as people stood at the bar, and in booths. It was full of the rich and famous you could say, people who could afford nice things.

"So where's this guy then?" I asked, loudly trying to talk over the music and the chattering. Justin looked around, looking inside booths trying to find someone.

"Over here" Justin pointed his finger over to a booth in the VIP section. To me the whole place seemed to be a VIP area. He takes me over there as I struggle in my crutches, he helps me into the booth sat across from a man.

The guy sent me a warming smile, as Justin sat down next to me. He glanced over at Justin then back at me, sending me a wink. I frowned slightly raising my eyebrows, looking at Justin. He hadn't noticed the gesture as he slipped off his coat.