Royal Adoration

Chapter 1

Justin's POV

"Bitch, I don't give a damn how sorry you are, you must have forgot who you're fuckin' with. You're messing with my money and that means messing with my happiness, and that's two things you don't mess with!" I yelled as my chest heaved up and down from breathing so hard. I was beyond angry, raging inside. Taking a deep breath to try and tame my anger, I glared back down at the young man who was tied to a chair in the middle of my warehouse, blood and sweat dripping from his face and body.

His entire body was trembling with fear as tears fell down his face causing me to shake my head at how weak he was acting. He was scared, terrified even. He knew his end was coming, and there was no one who could save him now because no one messes with my money and lives another day. Looking around the room a small smirk graced my lips as the rest of my workers stood around looking at their fate if they even thought to double cross me. Satisfied with the damage I had done and the show I had provided, I glanced towards my right hand man Drake, who also had an evil smirk on his face. This guy loved taking lives. It was a sport to him, like his own personal high. It felt that way for all of us. Killing someone came too easily for us, too much fun. Don't get me wrong, we didn't take people's lives for no reason. We treated our workers fairly good and all we asked for in return was loyalty and sales. If you fucked around? Well then we weren't so pleasant.

"Yo D! he's all yours, brother. Have fun," I chuckled as I tossed him a knife, which he caught easily while licking his lips in excitement. Knowing he would finish this off and clean up, I looked back at the bloody guy one last time, "You messed with the wrong man." I said through my teeth before smirking and making my way out of the warehouse.

Cracking my neck and rolling my shoulders as if I had just done a five hour work out, I headed to my car and jumped into my all black matte Porsche. Huffing as blood from my hands smeared on my seat, I let out a string of incoherent swear words before starting my car and pulling out my phone. Lighting a much needed blunt, I took a hit and closed my eyes as the smoked flowed through me and instantly relaxed my muscles as I waited for my other best friend to answer his phone.

"Braaaah fuck you doin'?" Xavier's voice boomed through the speaker system in my car causing me to laugh at his loudness.

"Just left the warehouse, man. Where you at?" I muttered as inhaled my smoke and nodded my head to the music that was playing quietly.

"Just at home, working on these accounts for all the clubs and stuff," he replied with a sigh as the sound of typing and paper shuffling could be heard in the background.

"I'm thinking your ass needs a break. I'm talking 'bout smoking and hitting the strip club, find me a bad bitch, you down?" I asked as I ran through red lights, not really giving a fuck about the law and jumped on the highway heading back to my main house.

"Sounds good my man, but I can't get too faded, I'm trying to stay in Selena's good books." Xavier stated continuing to shuffle around while I just mentally rolled my eyes at him being so whipped.

"Don't worry about Selena, she can take a seat, 'cause tonight it's "boys get fucked up night!" Be there." I ordered sternly as I hit the gas and headed towards the gated community that housed my huge gated mansion.

Hearing him sigh, I instantly smiled because I knew he was giving in.

"Justin, you know Selena will kick both mine and your behind, but anyway I'll be there tonight. I'll hit you back later," he mumbled as I pulled up into the driveway. I couldn't help but to sigh in relief at the thought of finally being home.

"Alright." I replied tiredly and hung up as I worked up the strength to get out my car. Locking the car, I dragged my feet to the front door and fumbled with the keys as the weed and my exhaustion made it difficult to see straight. It had been a really long day not to mention that I had been up since yesterday morning. There's no sleep when you're in the game, you're constantly on the move and doing business and no matter how many years being in this life, I still haven't gotten used to the long hours.