Danger (Justin Bieber)

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65. “It’s show time, boys.” PART 2

Justin’s Point of View:

“I’ve got a proposition for you.” I spoke into the receiver, the deathly tone to my voice coming out as I held my phone close to my ear.

“What do you need, Mr. Bieber?”

I smiled; knowing whatever it was that I wanted was going to be handled properly. “Meet me at Bay in ten. Don’t be late or you’ll regret it.” I seethed sharply. “It’s urgent and I need it to be done as soon as possible.”

“Your wish is my command. I’ll be there soon.”

“Good boy.” Ending the call, I slipped my phone away before changing lanes and curving onto an exit just off the side of the road.

Minutes later I arrived at Bay and as expected it was empty, just how I wanted it to be. Parking my car, I opened the glove compartment, taking out my gun and placing it behind me before stepping out.

Lighting a cigarette, keeping my jacket close to my chest, I waited rather impatiently for Moshe to show up. Taking in a long drag, I ghosted it out, a perfect ring of smoke emitting from my lips before it whirled with the wind.

“What’s so urgent that we had to do this in broad daylight, Bieber?” I snapped my head around to see the guy I’ve been waiting for.

“Quit the smartass comments before I shove my fist so far down your throat, you’ll be begging for oxygen on the floor.” I spat, my eyes like knives through his.

Moshe instantly froze, not saying another word aside from a low mutter of an apology.

“Now,” I hissed. “I called you down here because I need you to keep an eye on my girl. I’ve got a hit tonight and dangerous doesn’t even begin to describe it. He’s got tabs on her and I can’t have him trying to take her. Do you understand?”

He locked a hand around his left wrist, his hands tightly pressed against his stomach. “You want me to stand on guard?”

“Yes.”

He shrugged, “No problem”

“Only thing is, she can’t see you. There’s an old beat-up place near the back of her house in view of her room that’s where you’ll be staying to make sure no one goes in, you hear?”

“Loud and clear”

“Good.” Taking a wad of cash from my pocket, I held it in front of his face. When he reached for it, I pulled back. “Ah, ah, ah,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’ll get this once I know for sure my girls safe.”

Keeping his hands to himself, Moshe pressed his lips together. “You got it boss.”

“Alright, I’ve got to head out now. Get your ass to the house and don’t be late.” Just as I began to leave, I stop to turn around. “Oh and I suggest keeping your eyes closed when my girl changes and if I even find out the fucker put his hands on her while you were standing guard, breathing will be the least of you worries.” I warned; my eyes boring into his with all seriousness before completely walking away.

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“Where the hell have you been this entire time?” Bruce called out just the second I walked in through the front door.

“Well hello to you too.” I sarcastically replied with a roll of my eyes, slipping my jacket off and throwing it to the side.

“Cut the crap Bieber, we’ve got to get our shit together if we want tonight to be perfect and we can’t have you delaying on us.” Bruce scolded like a father, his body towering over mine.

I shot him a look of annoyance. “You don’t think I know that dipshit? I had a few things to take care of first. Last time I checked, this was my girl I was protecting, not yours. I think I know where my priorities lie.”

“Last time,” Bruce grabbed me by my shirt, slamming me against the wall in fury as he held me against it, “I checked, I didn’t have to help a good for nothing ass like you either but I still decided to.”

My eyes bored into his, all the anger and frustrations I’ve had built inside of me about ready to burst and within seconds, I tore Bruce’s hands off of me, grabbing him by the neck before placing a solid punch across his face and throwing him against the other side of the room. “Touch me again and I swear to fucking God Bruce, I’ll murder you too.” I barked, my chest quickly moving up and down.

“Whoa, cool it!” John spat, putting both his hands in front of us to stop us from attacking one another again. “We can’t have you too beating the shit out of each other before we even get the chance to do it to Luke. You want to kill yourselves? Do it after tonight. I don’t give a shit but not now. We need to keep our heads together.”

“Who made you Ghandi, wanting to keep all the peace?” I huffed a breath, straightening my clothes out as I ran a hand repeatedly through my hair.

“Fuck off with the sarcasm Justin.” John vouched with irritation. “I’ve had about enough of your bullshit too. Calm down and fucking relax. We’re only hours away from our biggest hit and you’re going off getting into fights with everyone.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You make it sound like it is so easy John.” Licking my lips, I scoffed. “Try being in my shoes for a god damn day—” I paused, deciding to rephrase myself. “Nah, a god damn hour and then come and talk to me about trying to calm down.”

“I know you’re going through a lot. Hell, man, we all are! But you can’t keep losing yourself under the pressure.”

“There’s a difference between you and I, John.” I hissed, my jaw twitching. “You don’t have a hit that determines your life tonight, you don’t have a girl waiting at home having no clue about what’s going down tonight, you don’t have your enemy keeping tabs on your girl and you certainly don’t have all this fucking crap on your shoulders so excuse me if I’m a little worn out from it all.”

“Fuck, man… what do you mean he’s keeping tabs on her?” John stared at me with the same exact look he did that night he found out Jazzy died—sympathy, compassion… sadness; realization of my pain.

I swallowed, looking away. “You know how I told you that he knows what she was wearing?” When he nodded, I continued. “Yeah well when I went to check on her it turns out he was right. She was wearing exactly what he said she was.”

“Shit…” John spat disgustingly to himself, feeling guilt rise up in his stomach from his outburst towards me.

“That’s not all.” I licked my lips, latching my teeth onto my bottom lip as I stared off towards the slowly darkening sky outside. “He came into her room in the middle of the night.”

“Weren’t you there?”

I shook my head. “I had already left.”

“Fuck.”

“Kelsey told me she felt someone touching her hair but she didn’t see the person because when she opened her eyes they weren’t there anymore.” I balled my hands into tight fists.

“Jesus Christ…” John shook his head, rubbing the base of his neck with the palm of his hand. “What are you going to do?”

“I called Moshe and set him on lookout for Kelsey across from her house. He’s there now watching out for her.” I turned to Bruce who was cautiously staring at us both, his cheek a bit swelled up from my punch. “That’s why I was a bit late coming back home.” I bitterly shot at him with a scowl on my lips.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Bruce walked over to us. “I know you’re going through a lot but we’re trying our best to make share tonight goes as planned. I know what the bastard did to you and I want him to pay as much as you do, trust me.”

“I know you’re just doing your job but I don’t have time for smartasses right now. I had to make sure Kelsey was safe from Luke’s sick games so I wouldn’t have to worry about them tonight.”

Clapping a hand to my back, Bruce nodded. “I understand man, we all do.”

“Thanks for doing this. I appreciate it and I’m sure Kelsey does too.”

Knowingly smiling, Bruce pulled back. “We’ve got your back till the end man, you know that.”

I chuckled. “I feel like such a girl right now.”

John laughed, rolling his eyes. “Of course you do. God forbid guys show feelings too.”

I shot him a look of amusement. “I’m sorry John. Would you like to sit down on the couch while you gossip about girls and we paint each other’s nails?” I bated my eyelashes, talking in a high-pitched voice trying to mimic one of a girl.

“I get it.” John chuckled, putting his hands up in surrender to my teasing.

The ringing of my cellphone cut through the comfortable silence that fell amongst us. Taking my phone out, I glanced at the screen to see Kelsey’s name pop up. Putting a finger up, I unlocked my phone, pressing it to my ear. “Hello?”

“Okay so I told my mom that you were coming and she’s set on making one heck of a dinner. I hope you like fish, pasta, chicken, steak, rice and pork because she’s making it all.” She giggled happily into the receiver and I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement despite the brewing of guilt in my stomach.

“That’s great babe.” I cleared my throat. “I’m sure whatever your mom makes is amazing, I’ll eat it all if it means making her happy.”

Bruce gave me a look of puzzlement, wanting to know what was going on.

“I told her not to make so much food because you can only eat so much but she insisted on making this dinner perfect so whatever.” She laughed lightly and I could just picture the look of the utmost glee on her face.

“Don’t worry about it babe. Let her cook as much as she wants, it’s ok. I’ll be happy to take some back to the guys after if there’s anything left over.” I cleared my throat, avoiding John and Bruce’s eyes on me.

“Oh, okay.” She paused for a second, shuffling through something. “I also don’t know what to wear.”

“Babe, you’re at home, wear whatever you want. You look beautiful in anything, anyways so it doesn’t matter.” I settled my back against the wall.

“Thanks.” She sheepishly replied, a blush most likely crawling up her cheeks.

I smirked, knowing of the effect I had on her even when I wasn’t there.

“What are you wearing?”

I shuffled on my feet, biting the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know. Probably a pair of jeans and a button down; gotta keep the good boy image if I want to keep your parents sure about us.”

“They’re sure, don’t worry.” There was another hiatus in which Kelsey opened a door and called out to someone. I waited patiently until she returned back to our call. “I gotta go, I’ll see you later, right?”

“Yeah, see you babe.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The call ended and I was left staring at the screen of my phone, wishing I could truly be there with her right now.

“What the hell was that all about?” Bruce walked over to me, obvious disappointment in his eyes.

I shrugged, putting my phone away. “I had to have her mind on something positive for once, alright? She couldn’t know about tonight this is the only way I know she’s safe from harm.”

“Lying to your girl isn’t the way to go Justin and you know that. Who knows what time we’ll be back from the hit?”

“I rather disappoint her in not showing up then have her worrying about whether or not I’ll die tonight!” I barked, shutting Bruce up immediately. “I know Kelsey and I know that she won’t just stay home and worry she’ll try to stop it and I can’t have her getting in the crossfire.” Shoving past him, I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling at the top. “Besides by the time it’s over I’ll probably be able to make it.”

“It’ll be late by the time we’re done.”

“I’m better late than sorry, right? I already warned her I might be late anyways. She won’t suspect a thing. I just can’t have myself worrying about killing Luke and making sure Kelsey doesn’t get hurt. She needs something positive, okay? I can’t take this away from her. She’s been through a lot and you know that.”

Bruce took a deep breath, inhaling sharply before letting it out. “Alright, we don’t have time to argue about this. It’s nearing sun down and we have to start getting everything together.” Licking his lips, Bruce swallowed. “I suggest you shut your phone off because we can’t have any more interruptions. Tonight has to go perfect.”

I nodded my head, doing as I was told. After I shut it off, I looked up at Bruce. “Let’s go.” And together each of us walked off.

Hours later, we were finally packed and dressed, ready to go. I fixed my shirt in the mirror, sliding on the gloves on my hands. Tightening and untightening my fists, I took a deep breath.

“You ready?” John pressed a comforting hand to my shoulder, a thin lipped smile on her face.

I nodded. “It’s about time the fucker pays for what he put us all through.” Turning away from the mirror, I grabbed my duffle bag on the floor. “Where are all the other guys?”

“Heading out to the car, they sent me to get you.”

I took another look around the room, exiting it and walking down the stairs with John close behind. Just as I made it to the bottom of the stairs, ready to make it out the front door, I checked my phone one last time, wondering whether or not I should call Kelsey before I left, just to hear her voice.

“The faster we get this done, the sooner you can go back to your girl and hold her in your arms.” John smiled reassuringly.

Putting my phone away, I took a deep breath. “Yeah,” I nodded, “You’re right. Come on, let’s go.”

 

Regular Point of View:

Justin walked out of the house with John, the both of them carrying duffle bags as they threw them in the trunk of their Black SUV. Slamming it shut, they each walked over to the front before settling themselves inside.

“This is it.” Bruce started the car as it roared to life. “We’re finally bringing the bastard down.” Pulling out of the driveway, Bruce skidded onto the street, zooming down various lanes, the outside blurred from how fast he was driving.

With each passing second that went by, the anticipation built up inside of Justin and he couldn’t wait to handle Luke once and for all.

Minutes later, Bruce slowed the car down to a stop near the peer. Putting it into park, he took the keys out. “You boys ready?”

Justin pursed his lips, his jaw locked tight. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Taking the gun from the back of his pants, Justin made sure it had its bullets inside before shuffling it to a close and putting it back where he got it from. Licking his lips, Justin opened the door, stepping out into the cold air, Marco and Marcus following soon after.

Once Bruce and John made it out, they all grabbed their designated weapons knowing of the various schemes that come with situations like this.

When they each had some sort of protection of their own, Justin smirked, knowing the fun was just about ready to begin. “It’s show time, boys.”

Walking in a pack, staying close within each other’s space, their heads held high, Justin lead the pack to the center of the peer, knowing Luke was either there or close to showing up.

As expected, various figures emitted themselves from the shadows, Luke being one of them to reveal himself to Justin’s deadly eyes.

Demise crossed in the hazel mixture of chocolate in Justin’s eyes as they transformed into pools of darkness, black substituting all color. Anger pulsed inside Justin’s veins, his heartbeat picking up.

“You made it.” Luke smirked. “Didn’t think you’d actually know how to UN-attach yourself from your girl. You’ve been up her ass so much lately I’m surprised she didn’t leave you a long time ago.”

“I think it would be smart if you leave my girls name out of this Delgado. You’ve already dug yourself a deep enough grave I don’t think you want to add onto it.” Justin hissed, calming himself down enough not to attack Luke right then and there.

“If you haven’t already noticed Bieber, I’m not afraid of you.” A sick smile twisted on his lips. “You’re shit in my eyes and nothing you say or will stop me. I can mention Kelsey’s name as much as I want. Want to know why?” He paused for effect, smiling. “Because I’ll be the one whose name she’ll be moaning once I kill you.”

Justin kept his hands placed firmly at his sides, already knowing of the sick mind games Luke was going to play. He had mentally prepared himself for this and refused to lose his cool too early in the game.

“She’s got a sweet body too, you know. Nice pair of tits and an ass to hold onto, it’s a shame you weren’t there when I caressed her body in my hands.” Luke bit his lip, shaking his head. “No wonder you’re so caught up in her, she’s definitely a keeper and I’m sure she’s a good fuck.”

All color drained from his face, the blood in his system icing over.

“What? You speechless, Bieber? I’m sure you must have known that I was there.” He smirked. “I mean that’s why you sent someone to watch over her right?”

Justin froze, not knowing what to say or do. Swallowing, he narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck did you do?” He growled, pissed out of his mind.

Luke shrugged carelessly. “I killed the bastard when he wasn’t looking. Shame that he didn’t know I was behind him.” A wicked grin pulled up on his face. “I stayed for the show though.”

“What show?” Justin hissed, his patience of keeping calm running thin.

“Kelsey happened to be dressing at the same time I killed your little watch dog and I thought to myself: what kind of person would I be if I didn’t watch? So I stood there and observed your girl as she undressed herself in front of my eyes. Too bad she didn’t know I was looking, right?”

“You sick son of a bitch!” Justin barked and with that, he raged forwards, drawing first blood and instantly all hell broke loose between both groups.

John grabbed the collar of one of Luke’s men, slamming the base of his gun to the side of his head and throwing him carelessly on the floor where he kicked his stomach multiple times before beating the crap out of him.

Bruce meanwhile grabbed two guys by the neck the moment they charged towards him and pulled them up from the ground, their feet dangling above before slamming their backs to the floor, their bodies instantly falling limp.

Marco and Marco worked head to head, teaming up against the few who decided to take them on, continuously ramming their fists into their faces, switching on and off between the both of them, lading a quick kick to each guys face.

Severely pounding Luke’s face in with his fists, Justin was thrown off as Luke dodged a hit and landed a solid punch to Justin’s nose, blood gushing from the side Justin’s head flew.

Spitting blood, Justin rammed his knee into Luke’s stomach causing him to double over before slamming him to the ground. “That’s what you get for laying a hand on my girl!” Justin yelled, not even paying attention to the amount of blood loss Luke was currently experiencing.

Blocking several punches, Luke threw Justin off, ramming his knee into his back causing Justin to arch, his face uncovered, giving Luke the freedom to land a couple severe punches, slicing Justin’s eyebrow, blood gushing from the open wound.

Slamming his elbow into the side of Luke’s face, Justin threw him off before knocking himself down on top of him, his knuckles busted from the amount of marks he caused on Luke’s face but at this point, he didn’t give a damn. All Justin could think about was Kelsey’s pained face all the times Luke inflicted hurting on her.

When Luke barely put up a fight, Justin shuffled to his feet, wiping the blood from his nose. Staring down at Luke’s broken nature, he slid the gun from behind the band of his jeans, slowly pulling it out in front of him, giving Luke a clear view of what was about to happen.

Luke stared up at the gun in Justin’s hand expressionless, wincing—due to the damages Justin had done to him—every time he took a breath.

“This could have been avoided Delgado if you just would’ve listened to me when I said to stay out of my turf and away from my girl.” Scoffing, he shook his head, a look of pure victory on his face.

“Justin, don’t!” Various voices barked from behind but Justin was too caught up in what was going on to happen to pay any devotion towards them whatsoever but those voices calling out to him didn’t stop, they tried again and again to capture his attention, to stop him from making a mistake.

“Looks like I’m keeping my throne Delgado.” Licking his lips, Justin smirked. Clicking the tab on the gun back, he aimed for Luke’s chest. “Tell Parker I said hi in hell.”

“I’ll see you there.” Luke spluttered out, blood coming from his mouth as nothing but ease filled his eyes, his own source of triumph overshadowing his face.

Without even a second thought, Justin pulled the trigger, shooting Luke in the chest.

“Remember,” He paused, an arm pressed around his lower stomach as he held the gun up with the other hand. “They don’t call me danger for nothing.” He mused watching as Luke’s eyes faltered to a close, his hand falling limp at his side.

Before Justin had the chance to shower in his accomplishment, heaps of bright lights blinded his eyes.

“Put your hands up where I can see them!” A sharp voice barked from nearby causing Justin to snap his head up in complete shock. “Now, Bieber!” He spat harshly into the bullhorn, his voice echoing inside Justin’s ears and it was then that he noticed several cop cars were surrounding him.

Justin swallowed, breathing deeply as he looked all around him to see the guys being handled by cops as well.

Justin raised his arms in the air, his hands in clear view, knowing there was no way out of this. He was caught red handed.

“Drop the weapon!” The bald officer, whom Justin deciphered to be the same one that came to his house and ended up being at the scene of the diner, bellowed and Justin did as told, tossing the metal to the side as it clattered on the floor.

“Put your hands behind your head!” He ordered watching as Justin slowly put his hands behind his head, turning to show the officers when he was attacked from behind, a cop taking hold of his arms and slamming him down to the concrete ground, his cheek pressed up against the floor, a knee holding him down while they placed a pair of hand cuffed around his wrists.

“You have a right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be held against you in the court of law…”

 

Kelsey’s Point of View:

“Sweetheart, can you help set the table?” My mom asked, staring over at me with gleaming eyes that mimicked mine.

I smiled, nodding. “Sure mom.” Grabbing five plates along with forks, spoons and napkins to go with them, I walked into the dining room where I began placing a plate in front of each chair, a spoon and fork right after I put a napkin down, setting them on top, repeating the process with the other four chairs before walking back over to my mom in the kitchen.

“Are you nervous?” She asked me when I entered after noticing how fidgety I was.

“No… yes… kinda,” I giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I just want tonight to go perfect, you know?”

“I know sweetheart. You have nothing to worry about, alright? Your father and I are just as excited as you are. It’s about time we were all on the same page.”

“You’re telling me.” I giggled, smiling broadly up at her.

Playfully rolling her eyes at me, she shook her head. “Come on; let’s put the food down on table.” Taking two plates, one filled with chicken, the other with steak, handing one over to me, we both walked into the dining room, settling them down next to each other on the table before walking back and grabbing the pasta, salad, fish and bread.

Once everything was on the table, me and my mom settled back to look at our masterpiece. “We set it up perfectly.” I gushed in enthusiasm, clapping my hands in approval.

“We sure did.” Putting an arm around me, she pulled me into her side, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly. “You look absolutely breathtaking, honey. Justin is going to lose himself once he sets his eyes on you.” My mom smiled down at me, gushing like any other mom would when their daughter was going on their very first date.

I blushed. “Thanks mom.”

“Anytime sweetie,” Pressing her lips to my temple, she pulled away. “Would you mind shutting the television off? Your father went upstairs to freshen up and I suppose he forgot to do it himself.”

“Sure,” Beaming at my mom, I walked into the living room and over to the TV. Looking around for the remote, I found it lying on the arm of the couch. Grabbing it, I turned to face the TV; ready to shut it off when a loud beeping was heard, the words SPECIAL REPORT flashing on the screen.

Furrowing my eyebrows I watched as our local news reporter came on, papers in hand, a stern look on her face. “We interrupt this program to inform you all that it was brought to our attention just moments before that local gangster Justin Bieber branded Danger,” A headshot of Justin was zoomed into the screen, “was brought into custody this evening on murder charges against Lucas Delgado.” A headshot of Luke was now zoomed in and then plastered next to Justin’s. “For further information on the incident, stay tuned for a press conference being given by our very own Governor Geoffrey Coleman…”

All color drained from my face, the remote control I held in my hand sliding from my grip as it came crashing against the floor. My stomach churned painfully, chest tightening, throat going dry as tears whelmed up in my eyes.

Shaking my head, I cupped a hand to my mouth in complete tremor as I backed away from the TV. My mom called out to me several times but I was too shocked to notice or even care. It felt as though all the walls around me were coming to a close and I was being suffocated.

Gasping for air, I pressed another hand to my chest, tears whelmed up in my eyes as they fought to fall. Not being able to believe what I had just heard, I took one final inhale, all of this too much to handle as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block everything out.

Without so much as a warning, my eyes rolled back, body falling limp as my head came in contact with the hard wooded floors, immediate blackness taking over. The faint calling of my name being called the last thing I heard before passing out.

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