Man Down

'Through all the mayhem and madness of central station I had still managed to hit my target.
He was finally down.
Justin Bieber was finished forever.
I was the girl who killed the Justin Bieber, I was the girl who took his heart when I pulled out my gun.
It was me; Brooke Olivia James.'

Only three years after Justin got into the wrong business, has it come back to bite him.

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9. Eight

Justin’s P.O.V;

“Craig” I hissed “We can’t do this. She’s clearly awake and she knows we’re here!”

Craig chuckled silently “Cold feet?” I snarled.

“Look. I say we come back when she-”

Craig interjected “Look Bieber. I hate to burst your bubble but we’re doing it tonight, whether or not she’s sleeping. We gotta anyways; she’ll notice somebody broke in tonight if we leave her.” I sighed and Craig smiled.

“Bro don’t worry just cos she’s nearly killed you doesn’t mean she’s any type of match for me” He popped his collar and I glared at him.

“I was caught off guard. You’re lucky really” I stated

Craig’s face turned towards mine “And how’s that?”

“Cos we gotta be a team but if we didn’t I would’ve snapped your neck by now.” I growled viciously at him.

He laughed hard with no emotion and that’s when I heard it. Somebody moving across the room next door. Her feet swept across the laminate flooring.

I shot Craig a look and he nodded to signal he had heard it too. “Well?” I asked quietly my eyes fixed on the door.

“Lets go” He replied in monotone smashing into the door.

My eyes darted around the room and straight to the bottom of the stairs where Brooke watched in horror at us both. Her eyes flickered with a sense of fear then shock as she looked me up and down.

“Y-your Alive?” she stuttered.

“Shut it bitch!” Craig countered

“C-Craig?” she said even more shocked. He smiled wickedly and pointed his gun at her.

“Hello again Brooke, get everything you needed today?”

She shook her head looking back up the stairs for a minute “What the fuck?!” She spat regaining composure.

“You could call it revenge” I stated, pulling my own gun out and grinning evilly.

“Oh fuck sake, She owes me!” she growled to herself “What do you want?”

Craig’s smile increased “You’re giving up that easily? Doesn’t sound  like we got the right girl, Bieber. I mean the girl we’re looking for had guts. She shot you for fuck sake, she would fight back now.” I nodded in agreement. He was doing his best to rile her. He wanted a confrontation of some sort before we kidnapped her.

“No no, you got the right girl. I shot you. I intended to kill you, yes.” She smiled viciously. Looks like Craig would get his wish.

 

Justin’s P.O.V;

“Oi bitch don’t talk back!” Craig hissed as he lunged violently towards her slamming his body into hers.

She yelped in pain and crashed into the wall behind her. His fist unclenched and tightened around her neck. I smiled.

“Look here’s the deal. You come with us and tell us everything, or, we kill you here.” I said matter of factly.

“I-I’m n-not telling y-y-you anythi-” Craig gripped even stronger and cut her breath off.

“Don’t disobey us” his voice crackled harshly in her face.

“Mwommy?!” a cry came from the top of the stairs. I tore my eyes away from Brooke for a second noticing a small boy in tears at the top. Fear pouring out of his sobs.

“J-Jakey,” Brooke choked and Craig loosened his hand a little so she could speak. “Jake go back to bed sweetie. I’m okay” She whispered the last bit.

My eyes shot back to the boy and he had collapsed to his knees in tears.

“Jake! Do as you’re told baby! I swear we’re fine” Brooke spoke with more force necessary to get her son? to do as she told him.

“You have a son?!” I asked disbelievingly

“P-please, Justin” Brooke broke down into tears “P-please. Hurt me, me not Jake.” She cried.

I shook my head. “Craig?” I looked at him and he smiled.

“Well Bieber it’s your choice, we either leave her and she gets you back. Or we do it the right way and take her and kill her son” I looked at the floor.

“NO!” She protested. My heart shattered a little.

“How old?” I asked quietly pulling my eyes back up to look at her face covered with a pained expression.

“W-what?” her voice was hoarse.

“How old is he?” I asked, she looked towards her son again who was wailing uncontrollably.

“Three” she replied just as quietly. I nodded and pulled my gun down.

“Craig let her down.” Craig’s face fell and he glared at me “Now!” I ordered before he had time to protest.

His hand pulled back from her neck and she fell to the ground.

 

Brooke’s P.O.V;

“Thankyou” I whispered looking into his eyes

“Get up!” He yelled at me ferociously.

I flinched and stood up quickly. He stepped towards me and grabbed my arm. “Lets go.” He dragged me towards the kitchen.

“N-No.” I said, he turned to me, his eyes filled with anger.

“What did you say?” he asked sharply

“Can I p-please phone somebody to look after Jake?” I whispered with fear present in my voice.

“No. Craig get Jake, he’s coming with us.” He ordered in a raspy voice.

I shook my head, “No please!” I pulled back from him but his grip on my arm tightened.

“It’s either that or he’s shot. We aren’t usually the cooperative kind so you’re lucky both of you are still living” he hissed. I nodded slowly and gulped.

“Okay, but can he stay with me? Can I hold him now pl-please?” Justin nodded and Craig brought him over to me.

Jake pulled towards my body and I reached my now free arms out to hold him. Craig let go and I hugged him tightly.

“I’m so so s-sorry Jake, I love you. I didn’t want any of this to happen.” I whispered tears forming again.

“Mwommy” he croaked, “Shhh baby” I cooed in his ear.

I nodded at Justin who smiled weakly at Craig, “Lead the way”

Craig stepped in front of us and lead us back through my kitchen, out the shattered French doors and to a Ferrari that was waiting out the back. The same Ferrari that had followed me home the other day. I wailed weakly into Jakes head.

How could I let this happen?

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