Trouble

"I wasn't asking about you." I screamed at him.
"oh yeah, not what I heard."
"well trust me, I wouldn't make my life revolve around some stupid, arrogant, manwhore anyways." I felt the rage inside of me with that last sentence.
I walked away with my head held high, no regrets, nothing. It felt like a ton of brick had been lifted off my shoulders, I had relief from him.
He ran up and grabbed my arm tightly, I tried to jerk away but his grip only got tighter. "Let go of me I'm going home!" "No you're not!" and with that, everything went black.

This story contains racing, drinking, drugs, and alcohol. Other celebrities and Justin's friends will be featured. This story is full of twists and turns that you won't see coming.

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9. Chapter 8

   I kept my eyes locked on Justin while he was on his computer. He finished typing on the keyboard then clicked the mouse a few times then turned and faced me. He interlaced his fingers and rested his arms on his desk.

"So you want answers babe?" a smirk grew across his flawless face.

"First of all yes I want answers, and second I am not your 'babe'" I crossed my legs. His smile grew bigger, "What?" A giggle escaped his mouth.

"Nothing." he leaned back in his chair putting his hands behind his head. "Ok, so you want answers...what about?"

"What the hell do you think? You basically kidnap me from school then tie me up here...you make me pee while STILL being tied up, and your seriously wondering why I'm mad, or pissy...I want to know why you did it all? And what's up with all this special crap?"

   Justin took a deep breathe, "First of all you are special, whether it is to your friends, your parents, or to me...umm second I took you because of my work...which is on the down low."

I cut Justin off, "Yeah I know it is on the down low, Brandy told me to stay away from you."

  "That bitch, she always makes it sound worse...she never lets anyone get close to me. Anyways, I'm a...a, um, well, a drag racer."

  He was looking down at his hands, was he seriously afraid to share that with me? What's so bad about drag racing...

"That's it? And you were scared to share that with me?"

"Um, no, not quite..that's not all. Ryan does work on the side as well, well besides the drag racing...and I help him at times." He looked up at me, "You promise you won't tell?"

This was a whole different side of Justin. Not the side that kidnapped me, or the side that hit me.

"I guess?"

"No Sam, you have to swear. Swear you won't tell?"

"Yes yes I swear."

"Ryan and I do illegal trading with car parts. The cars we race don't have anything illegal in or on them...but we sell items to other racers."

I felt my stomach drop, but at the same time relief. I was scared because Justin is a criminal, he does illegal activity, I mean not as bad as bad as some people, and I guess that was my relief. I was relieved he wasn't a drug dealer or a fraud.

"Hello? Sam?"

"I'm sorry." I snapped out of my daze. "That's honestly not THAT bad Justin. I was honestly going to assume that you sold drugs...but illegal car parts? That's not bad."

Justin leaned under the desk and pulled out a box. It was a red wrapped box. He put in front of me on the desk.

"I have a race tonight Sam. I need a favor."

I felt my eye brows squeeze together in confusion. I began to squeeze my fingers in nervousness.

He continued on without my response, "We don't have a starter...you know to wave the flag? I swear you can leave right after, or you can hang out...totally up to you. But I would love to see you start me race."

I took the box of the desk and opened it. There was an outfit, a skin tight crop top that was black, a pair of dark wash short shorts, and a pair of black combat boots. I shut the box and slowly looked up at Justin.

"One condition."

A smile grew across his face, "Anything for you Miss. Sam."

"I don't want any weird ass dudes hitting on me. So I want either you, or Ryan, or somebody guarding me at all times...got it?"

"Got it. Go get your cute ass ready. We're leaving at eight sharp, the race is at nine."

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I went upstairs and followed the guard that took me to the bathroom.

"So, what's your name?"

He shook his head.

"Can I give you a nickname?"

He just kept walking. We approached a door, he opened it, it was a large bedroom. He nodded his head for me to enter.

"Well I know your name is Bill, but I'm gonna call you mute. Mkay? Mkay."

I went into the bedroom and set the box on the bed. I walked into the bathroom, there was all kinds of makeup and hair products. I stood in shock. Every color eye shadow, every color lipstick, straightners, curlers, everything. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I yelled as I began picking out the make up I wanted to wear.

Justin walked in, he wore a black v-neck, black saggy skinny jeans, and bright red shoes.

"Hey." he was leaning against the door frame seperating the bathroom from the bedroom.

"Justin...I need to get ready, I only have an hour."

"I know, I just wanted to make sure you were satisfied with all the purchases. Are you?"

I stepped closer to him. His body language changed. I put my hand on his chest and whispered in his ear, "I am very satisfied." I slowly walked away, adding more sway into my hips than more.

"Umm, yeah, so Imma wait for you downstairs...um Bill will, um, get you when your done.." he quickly left the room. I wiggled my fingers then turned to begin getting ready.

An hour passed and I was ready to go, I put on the clothes Justin provided, I straightned my hair down to my mid back, I wore red lip stick, I winged out my eye liner, but kept everything else simple. I met Bill outside my door.

"Ready mute?"

He looked at me, "I prefer a different nickname if that's okay?"

A smile grew across both of our faces. "Yes sir! I will think of one."

Bill walked me down the staircase wher Justin waited for me next to Ryan.

I turned and faced Bill, "Thank you." He nodded. I turned and faced Justin. "Ready?" He turned around and began walking towards the car. Ryan waited for me to walk out first, he shut the door behind him. Justin and Ryan sat on either side of me in the backseat. One of the guards drove us. 

"You look lovely." Justin brushed the hair out of my face. His fingers lightly brushed my skin, it left tingles on my skin. 

"Thank you, your not to shabby yourself." I turned and looked out the windshield. I felt Justin shoot Ryan a look. About ten minutes later we turned into a track, we were here.

 

 

 

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