The Mafia King

Chapter 63

Song for this chapter:

I'm Not Calling You A Liar by Florence + The Machine

Rosalinda's POV

"You really have to leave?" I ask Justin, pouting my lip at him, in some way of trying to get him to stay. Although I knew he had to go and do business as the CEO of his company.

I've always hated being alone ever since I was a child, hence why my Mother dying and my dad leaving was so hard.

"They want me to speak at another university" Justin sends me a smile, it didn't quite reassure me as such though.

I frowned slightly as he pulled me into a hug. I suppose I had to get used to Justin leaving every once in a while, even though I wasn't so sure why I wasn't allowed to come with him.

I was slightly angry, if he had told me sooner he was going to Texas for a few days. Then maybe I could of gone home to see my grandparents, instead of being here by myself. And maybe caught up with Lily and Riley.

I missed my family so much, they meant everything to me, my grandparents had been my stepping stones in growing up.

He pulled away from me, leaving a small kiss on my lips, then my head. He dragged his suitcase to the elevator and pressed the button.

I stood there own my own, and waved him inside as the doors shut. I stood there for a second waving at nothing, in my own trance of thinking. And too much thinking could be dangerous.

Something wasn't quite right about his sudden, trip away...but I decided not to be that girlfriend. I walked over to Justin's huge sofa, sitting down to flick through a magazine.

I got distracted every once in a while, checking my phone to see if Justin had texted or called.

I was entertained for about a paragraph when I decided my "good girlfriend" not worrying thing wasn't going to work.

I decided to get up, and go into Justin's office to have a look around. I knew he always got pissed off when I came in here to my own devices. But he wasn't he to stop me was he? So I guess he was going to have to deal with it.

I pulled opened the drawers at his desk, looking for some kind of clues to where he had gone. I searched through papers and just things of nothingness. His drawers were mostly filled with boring nick nacs nobody needed.

I sat down in his chair, huffing. Pushing my hair out of my face, running my hand through it. My eyes catch his laptop, closed shut on the table, I reach to open it then shake my head pulling my hands away.

I can't look on somebodies laptop can I? That's a complete invasion of privacy. I sigh, closing my eyes relaxing against the leather chair.

"Fuck it" I mutter to myself, opening the lid of his expensive mac book laptop. I was presented with a screen, that required a password.

I bit my lip, chewing it slightly, what would he have his password as? I typed in half bloods the name of his gang, which was wrong. I then typed in Rosie which then, of course, opened up the screen in front of me.

I opened up the files on his laptop, finding manuscripts, news articles and interviews he'd been in, various different marketing procedures, his bank bills, and more. There was nothing here to give away where he'd gone.

I tried his email, opening it up, to luckily find he hadn't logged out of that. The room had gone dark, as the only light to shine was from the laptop, illuminating my face. And the streets of Vegas spilling lights into the room, street lamps, and bars.