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.


17. Sixteen

*1 Week Later*

Third Person’s P.O.V;

It had been almost two weeks since Brooke had gone missing with her son. At first I thought she had ran away from her life, but when I looked into it it seems she had been kidnapped?

I started getting strange phone calls from unknown or withheld numbers and I couldn’t get a wire on them, it was difficult to track them. I finally got a link yesterday when Brooke’s ex had called into her flat. I was awaiting around the corner watching when I saw a Ferrari pull up. A tall young guy around Brooke’s age with dark, cropped hair and ice cold, ice blue eyes climbed out, shutting his door delicately.

He walked round the back of the house and came back half an hour later with a trash bag.

My guess; he had been told to clear up the mess of the idiots who broke into Brooke’s.

I smirked and waited a little longer before he got back in his prized possession and drove off.

Just then Jordan pulled up in his less exotic vehicle.

That’s when I pounced.

I got out my car and walked hastily towards Jordan’s, I could see him getting out now.

“Jordan,” I called grabbing his attention, he spun on his heel and looked at me before shock covered his face.


I nodded and interrupted him “Yeah it’s me, we haven’t seen each other in a while. Know where your ex is?” I asked cutting straight to the point

He shook his head panicking “She’s gone? Where’s Jake? Are they coming back?” he fired questions at me all at once.

I held up a hand signalling him to stop.

“I don’t know, I presume whoever took her took Jake too, otherwise he’s dead. Also that’s why I need your uh, help? I need you to do a little tracking for me” I told Jordan my lips curving into a smile

He just nodded and stared at me blankly waiting for me to continue.

“I need you to track down a red Ferrari, plate CJ52 US9. It was here a little over an hour ago but it headed North ways, most likely to the old warehouse flats” Jordan nodded taking in all the information.

I described the owner/potential kidnapper to Jordan and gave him they keys to a proper set of wheels that he could get around in.

I had to trust him now, as much as I hated the idea. One; Brooke would go on forever about how unreliable he was. Two; I couldn’t really put all my trust in him, he seemed weak and pathetic and like I said Brooke told me he was unreliable.

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