3: Stolen

Everything is being stolen. Their friends, their family, and their lives have all been taken away, but who's doing it? At first--it's the Prezlocki brothers. They've taken Peyton and they want Justin to take the money. But when that problem slowly subsides, other ones rise. Where's Ryan? What happened to Chaz? Who the hell is stealing all of Justin's friends, and why does he suddenly find himself going to Peyton for help? There are so many questions, but they wont last long. Soon, they'll figure out the shocking truth about it all. © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.

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23. Chapter 20

"Did you seriously just let her go get herself killed?" Ryan spat. Justin sighed and sank back in the passenger seat. 

"She's not going to get killed." He said with determination, glancing at Ryan. "I know how strong she is. Nothing bad is going to happen. If it does, I'll come to the rescue. Ryan, this happens all the time." 

"It happens too often." Ryan said thoughtfully. "Are we going to do something about it?" 

Justin sat up. "Well, yeah. I mean I know what's going to happen. We're going to go there and kill whoever's trying to mess with us--that is, if Peyton hasn't killed them herself." 

"Aren't you the least bit scared for her? What if she dies? Then she'll never get what she wanted." 

"And what is it that she wants?" 

"A future with you." Ryan stated blankly, sending daggers through Justin's chest by the way he was staring at him. Justin frowned. 

"I know, she told me." 

"So, you don't want one with her? That's cold." 

Justin's shoulders slumped and he suddenly had a weird interest in his hands. They were better than the conversation that he and Ryan were having. 

"Justin." Ryan put a hand on Justin's shoulder, causing him to look up. "She's not going to be hurt if you just do it. It's not even that hard." 

"Yeah, but, all of our money is gone." He whispered. 

Ryan smiled. "Ahh. You do want what she wants." 

"Of course I do!" Justin snapped. "I can't just let her think that I do, though. I don't want to get her hopes up. You know, just if I die." 

"Justin Bieber you are not going to fucking die." Ryan's gaze was hard and cold. "Just do it."

Justin took a deep breath. "Okay. Take us away, Butler." 

 

Peyton remembered getting into the Range Rover, staring at the two men in there, realizing that one looked like Colton, and the other was the police officer from the explosion earlier. And that's all she remembered, before "Colton" put a cloth to her face and she blacked out.

Now she was in a room with all three of them. And it scared the crap out of her. 

Adam was the tallest. He towered over his younger brother, Henry, and the other guy--Peter. Peyton didn't know how he was related to them, but she didn't protest. She was tied to a chair. 

Henry had a mischevious grin plastered onto his face, and Peter just looked like he didn't want to be there at all. 

"Look, Peyton." Adam said slowly. "I don't want to be here, Henry might want to be here, and Peter doesn't want to be here. I know for a fact that you don't want to be here, so let's make a deal." 

"What kind of deal?" 

"Simple!" Henry butted in. Adam sighed. 

"Give Bieber to us, and you can leave." Peter said simply, and after noticing her horrified expression, added, "We won't hurt him, of course. We just want to ask him a few...questions." 

 

Justin had never been in a shop like this before. It was precisely decorated with the finest chandeliers and carpets, and there was a perky woman at the counter. Justin looked through the glass and studied a silver necklace priced at five-hundred dollars. He flinched. 

"Hi!" the lady at the counter said cheerfully. "What can I help you with?" 

Justin wanted to make this quick. "Find the most expensive ring you have and give it to me. I'm kind of in a hurry." 

The lady nodded her head and scurried off towards the back of the room. 

"Dude, we don't have any money!" Ryan hissed. 

Justin looked at him, his voice steady when he spoke. "I don't care if this makes homeless and broke. I love Peyton and I am just now realizing that I can't just keep letting her slip away from me. This means the world to me, even if she doesn't know it. She means the world to me."

Before Ryan could reply, the lady came back with a huge diamond ring in her hands. 

"It's platinum." she said. "Are you sure you can pay for it?" 

"Yes, I can." Justin snatched the ring from her and dug a wad of one-hundred dollar bills out of his pocket. He slammed it down on the counter, before turning to leave. 

"This won't be enough to pay for it!" the lady yelled and Justin waved a hand towards her. 

"I don't give a flying fuck!" He yelled back. "I have to find my girlfriend!" 

He bolted through the door, and ran to the car, leaving Ryan alone with the lady in the shop. Ryan looked at her with a pained expression as he handed her his credit card, and followed Justin out the door.

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