Obsessed. (Bieber)

"What do you want from me?" she asked as her eyes finally met mine, I licked my lips giving her a small smile, "I just want you to love me.."

It's about Biebeeeer, u know ;-)


6. Chapter 6.

Ileana Renee.

"Just stay here, okay? Don't go into that room, unless you really need to."

He said pointing his index finger at the two giant black doors. I licked my lips nodding as I plopped down onto the couch as he walked out of my sight. Currently, I'm at one of Jason's warehouses. His name is Jason McCann. 20 years old and leader of a very high class hang who is insanely attractive. I know, I know, I shouldn't be thinking of my kidnapper/stalker like that, but god, I can't help it.

Too bad he's a total psycho.

I sighed as I stared at the chipped nail polish on my finger nails walking towards the giant black doors as I pulled them open, not bothering to even knock. My eyes widened at the sight as there was this long oval shaped table and at the top stood Jason pointing to a screen that had a picture of a pure gore making me want to yell and throw up at the same time.

"Fuck, turn that shit off now!"

Jason roared as he ran over to me, covering my eyes and leading me out of their private room. He removed his hands from my eyes, placing them on my shoulders as he tried to make eye contact with me wich I refused.

"I told you not to go in there. What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

He asked concerned as he eyed my body up and down. I quickly shook my head hoping to get the image out of my mind.

"I'm hungry."

I simply said, realizing I haven't eat since Jason took me. He chuckled, putting his hand on the small of my back, leading me to a giant  kitchen, pulling out a bar stool for me.


Jason yelled making me flinch. In less than 10 seconds came in a woman in about her 50's.

"Yes, Mr. McCann?"

She asked, smoothing down her apron before staring at me as if she was trying to figure out who I was. I licked my lips, looking away.

"Ileana is hungry, would you make her something to eat? And make sure she does not go into the meeting."

Jasons questions seemed to come out as demands, not even bothering to look at me. Marie quickly nodded sending him a small smile,

"Don't you worry, Mr. McCann."

She was so sweet and happy. Jason pointed his fingers at me, as if he was trying to say 'I'm watching you.' I heard the doors to the meetings room shut, leaving me and Marie alone.

So, Mrs. McCann, what would you like to eat?"

She asked making me widen my eyes and shaken my head furiously, as I stared at her big green eyes.

"It's Ileana."

I corrected her.

"A sandwich is fine, no cheese please."

I nicely said, she nodded giving me a quick smile before turning her back to me.

"Oh, you're as beautiful as Mr. McCann said! He loves you very much so, he'd do anything for you."

She explained as she handed me the sandwich. I muttered a thank you, still a little creeped out by the fact that Jason McCann is in love with me.

"Does he talk about me?"
"Oh yes dear! He is way past over heels, I don't blame him. Look at you. But don't worry Ileana, he wouldn't ever hurt you."
I didn't say anything back, not because I was rude, but because what was I'm gonna respond to that?

"To drink?"

She asked.

"Anything is fine."

I gulped before taking a deep breath.

"So why are you here?"
I asked, rather rudely that it should've sounded. She finished pouring me lemonade, her back still facing me.

"My soon was very good friends with Mr. McCann, until he was murdered. They came looking for me, so Mr. McCann insisted that I stayed here, and I couldn't just be a couch potato all day, so I eventually  became the maid and somewhat mother figure for the younger boys."

I nodded after she spoke. I licked my lips suddenly eager to know more about Jason.

"What happened to his parents?"

I hesitated to ask. She gave me a sad smile putting her warm hands over my cold ones,

"They were brutally murdered because this gang go way back but it was never as big and powerfull until Jason became leader. 
Jason was only a little boy when his parents was murdered right in front of him, then his brother Alex was murdered three years ago wich leaves Jason in first command and he decided to put you in secong command, so I've heard."

My breath hitched as she finished. I have no idea what to say. At all. Why would Jason ever think about putting me in second command? I could turn my back on him any day and run away, but why haven't I atleast tried too?

I sighed loudly.

"That's rough."

Was all I could manage to say. I saw Marie quikcly turn around as I felt a presence behind me.

"What is?"

Jason said as he walked towards me. The kitchen suddenly filling up with guys older and bigger than Jason making me hide behind Jason, knowing that I was safe but in danger at the same time.

"Derek, stop fucking looking at her before I blown your brains out."

Jason spoke with no emotion, but I noticed his jaw tight as he spoke to a boy around my age. He quickly removed his eyes from me.

"Sorry, boss."

Derek said as I lifted my eyes, I saw Marie staring at me with a smug smile on her face as if she was saying 'I told you so' I sighed.

"What's wrong princess?"

Jason asked concerned. I sligtly laughed, shaking my head. He gave me a small smile handing me my hoodie as he place his hand on the small of my back leading me out of the kitchen as I gave Marie a small smile. I was too deep in my thoughts to hear Jason yell something to the boys as he made sure I was buckled up and the car had child lock. Protective much? I think yes.

"Was Marie nice to you? I don't have to kill her, do I?"

I widened my eyes, quickly shaking my head.

"What? No! She's really nice."

I was honestly shocked that he'd kill anybody just because I didn't like them, but I like Marie. She's a very sweet lady.

"Why would you kill her?"
I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it from him.

"If somebody makes you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, just tell me baby."

He practically cooed as he placed his hand on my knee sending me a small smile.

"You should drop dead then."

I muttered so he wouldn't hear me, and thank the lord, he didn't. He gave me one last smile before removing his hand of my knee, and slowly, that smile was becoming less and less creepy to me day by day.


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