The Mafia King

Chapter 62

Song for this chapter:

A Lonely Night by The Weeknd

Justin's POV

"How was the movie with your dad, Rosie?" I ask, down the phone as I get into my classic black Mustang. I put the keys into the ignition, starting up the car.

"I just heard your car engine Justin, if you're talking on the phone and driving I'll kill you" I hear Rose's concerned voice at the other end of the line.

"Relax baby, I haven't even started moving" I lie, as I concentrate behind me on pulling on of the parking space. I get out of the car park and start to drive into the streets of Vegas.

"Anyway, yeah it was really good. I'm just happy I can spend time with the dad I grew up with, you know?" She says, I can hear her eating through the phone. Her mouth full, I laugh quietly. The same old Rose.

"I'm glad baby, well I've got to go, I'm a few blocks away from meeting- I mean- I need to get out of the car park" I mentally curse to myself, she's going to kill me when I get home.

"You're a son of a bitch, Justin Bieber" she sighs. "I'll see you later, I love you" she coos before hanging up the phone on me.

I throw my iPhone onto the car seat, and continue to drive a few blocks down to my casino. It was located along the Vegas strip, what can I say? I wasn't going to settle for anything less than the strip.

I was meeting the boys in my office, we needed to go over some ground work for a new job. I was smuggling pounds of cocaine onto a ship, to go to the United Kingdom. It had to go to plan, otherwise my ass would be arrested.

I pulled up into the staff parking behind my casino, getting out of my beauty I call a car. I slipped on my sunglasses, time to have my employees shit themselves because boss man is paying a visit.

I walk into the casino, people on the fruit machines, gambling tables, on the dance floor. People never left this place, they probably didn't even know it was only two in the afternoon.

But people live for this shit, they live for Vegas and the thought they could win thousands on one machine. Unaware of how many thousands they're really losing.

I saw some of my employees notice me, and they almost were shaking in their boots. Yeah get back to work, I don't pay you to lounge around.

"Morning Jeff" I say to the employee cleaning one of the fruit machines. He looked genuinely shocked that I even knew his name.

"M-morning Mr Bieber" he says, stopping cleaning for a second. I send him and smile and walk past him to the stairs that lead up to the private gambling studios.

I came across as an asshole, but I wasn't an asshole. I knew my employees names, I took an interest in their wellbeing and their lives. I run a business and I know how to keep people happy. Loyal employees comes from the benefits and how well you treat people.

I make my way into my office to see everyone who I was close to in my gang, and my new employee sat down smoking a cigarette. Ray Rodriguez. He sent me a nod of respect, I nodded back. I almost felt so awkward, I was going to be the boss of my girlfriends dad.

"So, we all got the memo I sent out for how this job is going down?" I asked, closing the door behind me. I picked up a few glasses from a cabinet in the room, went into the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of scotch.

"Yeah, so how is the whole sneaking the shit onto the boat going to work?" Josh asked me, taking a glass of scotch I had poured off the tray. I motioned to everyone to take a glass as I poured them.