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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27. Chapter 24 (Last Chapter </3)

"Who is this?" 

"Mr. Bieber, I need you to listen to me. We need you to come to California, immediately." 

Justin sighed. He looked over at Peyton who was standing quietly by the door, and he motioned with his hand that he wanted her to come sit next to him. She did and he wrapped an arm around her waist. 

"No way. You can't tell me what to do." Justin spat. "I'm hanging up." 

"Mr. Bieber, don't hang up. It'll only end up with a punishment, so I suggest you stay on the phone." 

Justin rested his head on Peyton's shoulder and sighed again. "Fine. What do you want?" 

"I already said what I wanted. I want you to come to California." The girl on the other line was firm with her answer. Justin thought she was annoying. 

"And I already said, I'm not coming to California." 

"You have to. If you don't come I will have to force you to." 

"You can't just threaten me over the phone," Justin said. "Plus, I don't have any money, I don't know what else you want, and I don't want to leave my fiance alone." He felt Peyton smile and he placed a quick kiss on her neck. 

"Your flight will be taken care of and you may bring Peyton with. Do we have a deal?" 

"No, we do not. I have no clue who you are, and I'm not coming to California." 

"If you're choosing to be difficult, I suppose that's fine. We'll have to come and get you then." 

"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you, though. We all know how to defend ourselves here." 

"Oh, trust me Mr. Bieber, we know. We know all about how well you fight and those special bullets you have. You aren't entirely unheard of, Justin Bieber." 

And with that, she hung up. Leaving Justin and Peyton wondering what the hell was going on.

 

 

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After the extremely weird phone call, neither Peyton or Justin could get to sleep again, so Peyton decided to sit on top of him and trace shapes on his bare stomach. She wondered why he wasn't ticklish like her, though she knew it was a weird thing to think about at the moment. 

Justin was leaning back on one of the pillows, his hands behind his head, his eyes closed. Peyton smiled before running her hands along his stomach and abs so she was laying on top of him. He groaned and opened his eyes. 

"Can't sleep and this is the first thing you want to do?" He asked, his voice husky. Peyton nodded and slowly placed her lips on his. For a moment he was unresponsive and then he reached up and pulled her down more. 

She smiled against the kiss as he ran his hands down her back and to her ass. She squealed when he squeezed it and he took that as an opportunity to stick his tongue in her mouth. They fought for a while until Justin stopped and flipped them over. 

Justin took no hesitation in lifting Peyton's shirt up and over her head so she was left only with her bra. He kissed the corner of her mouth, and then placed butterfly kisses along her cheek and neck until he reached the spot he wanted and started to suck. 

Peyton tried to stop herself from moaning because she knew Ryan and Chaz were still awake. Sadly, it didn't work, and she ended up moaning anyways. 

Happy with his work, Justin pulled away and placed a sloppy kiss on the new red spot on Peyton's neck. She took a shaky breath as he started to make his way down her chest and stomach until he reached the hem of her shorts. 

Just as he was about to pull them down, the door opened and Chaz walked in. They all looked at each other for a moment and Peyton started laughing. Justin cracked a smile and he placed a kiss right above the hem of her shorts. Chaz gagged. 

"Jeez! I thought something bad was happening, not this! Does this have to happen all the time?" 

"Go away Chaz." Justin muttered as he placed more sloppy kisses on Peyton's stomach. She held back another moan while she waited for Chaz to leave. It took a moment, but he ended up doing it anyway. 

Before Justin pulled down her shorts, he looked up at her and she smiled. 

"He's right. That always happens, doesn't it?" She said. Justin smiled. 

"Well, yeah, I mean we were in hospital beds and all that but now we aren't." He winked. Peyton rolled her eyes. 

"I was kind of hoping that with Colton and his brothers gone, we wouldn't be getting any weird phone calls or anything like that." 

Justin sat up a little bit, one hand rested on Peyton's thigh. "Nothing bad is going to happen." 

Peyton sighed. "I hope not. I don't want everything to go downhill from here." 

"Don't think like that. Nothing is going downhill. Everything's fine." Justin said, placing another kiss on her stomach. "Now let me get your mind off the phone call and the Prezlocki's. Please?" 

Peyton looked at him for a moment and their eyes met. He smiled, causing her mouth to quirk up at the corner. 

"Go ahead, Bieber."

"Thank you, Mrs. Peyton Bieber." Justin smirked and Peyton giggled. "You won't regret it." 

"I don't regret anything." 

"Neither do I, baby." Justin smiled again. "Neither do I." 

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