The Mafia King

Chapter 65

Justin's POV

"I will rip his fucking throat out, I swear to god I will drink his fucking blood if he thinks he's coming anywhere near my girlfriend!" I scream, walking back into my penthouse, stripping my jacket off and throwing it across the room as if it were riddled with poison.

"A bit dramatic" Chaz mutters following behind me, chewing on a fucking Laffy Taffy that he demanded we stop at the store for.

I laugh out loud, with no humour reaching any of it. "Dramatic? I can show you dramatic, when I rip his throat from his fucking body and-"

"Justin.." I hear the calm silvery voice of Rosalinda behind me, I wince slightly.

I hate the thought of scaring her or acting like the psycho Mafia leader I actually am when I'm around her.

"Yeah, dramatic was the word I was looking for. I'm just gonna.." Chaz points to the games room down the hallway and heads off that way.

I turn around slowly to face Rose, her gorgeous face looking at me with only what I can describe as sad eyes.

Her hair was curly and messy cascading down her shoulders. She had taken her make up off, her skin glowing with a dewy tint.

She was snuggled under my black dressing gown that draped over her, making her look so small and fragile. If I could see myself, the love glowing in my eyes would be indescribable.

"You have to go" I choke out, tears nearly brimming at my eyes. I didn't want her in danger anymore. I couldn't possibly live with myself if she- I didn't even want to finish my thoughts.

"You lied to me again, you and my father. I can't believe you. I thought you were suppose to love me? Both of you" she shook her head at me, her eyes glassing over.

"I do love you, how can you possibly ask me that?" I stepped towards her, reaching my hands out to touch her but she stepped away from me.

I felt like I had been shot in the heart, but I couldn't be angry. She was finally seeing me for what and who I really was.

"Do you? You've never stopped lying to me, I have to find out that my dad is part of your murder gang!?" She raises her voice at me, wrapping her arms around herself as some sort of protection mechanism.

"Fuck. Rose I-"

"I honestly don't want to hear another one of your shitty excuses" she sticks her hand up to stop me from talking.

She shakes her at me almost in disgust, I flinch slightly at the look. She turns on her heel and walks towards the bedroom.

I stand there by myself for a few minutes, running my fingers through my hair. My only excuse for lying to her was to protect her but I couldn't even do that without hurting her.

This is why I fucked and chucked, I couldn't do this to somebody. I wasn't capable of being a nice person or deserving any love.

"I'm sorry for eavesdropping" I whip my head up to see Chaz standing there, I forgot he was here. "But do you really want to continue emotionally hurting that girl.." he says walking towards me.

"I just- I can't-" I sniff slightly.

"Just me J, there's no question about whether or not you love her. But she's in danger, and in this industry. If you love something you fucking let it go" he says looking me straight in the eye. I nod, wiping my nose with my sleeve. I couldn't cry.

"You're right" I manage to speak, my throat feeling scratchy from the feeling I was almost going to cry.

"I'll leave you to it" Chaz nods at me, patting me on the shoulder before walking away.