“Baby, what are you doing?” Krystal asked, having left Justin's bed to find him and found him in his office, clicking away on his computer.
“Working,” He said absently.
“Why aren't you in bed with me?” She frowned, making her way behind him and touching his back.
“I'm sorry, Princess,” He pushed the laptop away and grabbed her hips, pulling her in front of him so she was resting her backside on the desk and he was looking up into her eyes, “I just had some stuff to finish before our company arrives tomorrow.”
“You still haven't told me who's coming and why,” She sighed, running her fingers through his hair as he held onto her torso, resting his chin on her stomach and staring up into her eyes.
“Good, Butler and Chaz are coming tomorrow,” He answered softly, “They're coming on tour with us for protection, Baby.”
She studied his face for a moment and squinted her eyes as she called him out, “You're lying to me.”
He dropped his arms from around her and sat back in his chair, roughly, “Look, Baby, I love you. It's my job to keep you safe and I feel like I failed at that by letting you get shot. It's become obvious that people don't fear me anymore and I can't have that if I'm gonna keep you safe. So, just trust me when I tell you that I have a plan to ensure our safety. Okay?”
She stared at him for a moment, knowing that she probably didn't wanna know this plan anyway. She let out a breath and nodded, “Okay. Just know you didn't fail me. It wasn't your fault that I got shot. It came outta nowhere.”
“If I'd been on my game, I woulda saw it coming,” He argued, rubbing his brow with his hand, “I can't afford to let my guard down. It got you hurt.”
“Honey, I'm fine,” She took a step towards him, taking his face in both of her hands, “I'm healing just fine and other than the scar, there will be no lasting effects of this incident.”
“Next time could be worse,” He turned his head, laying the right side of his face on her stomach as he hugged her tightly, “If I let my guard down again, they could kill you. And I couldn't live with myself if that happened. I love you too much to lose you.” She didn't say anything, just began running her fingers through his hair again as she stood there, letting him hug her.
They didn't move for about 10 minutes before she spoke again, “So, what are they like?” She was referring to Justin's friends.
“They're awesome,” Justin smiled, “My deadliest assassins,” He spoke, “If I ever want something done, they're the 3 I would count on to get it finished. We've all been friends for years.”
“I hope they like me,” She said softly.
“They're gonna love you, Baby,” He pulled her down into his lap, her legs going off to his right as he held her, staring up into her eyes. Her arms moved around his neck, “I'm never gonna let anyone hurt you ever again, my love.”
“You've been consumed with this since I got home, Babe,” She frowned and brushed the hair out of his face, “You need to take a break.”
“I just wanna get this done so we can have a life together,” He sighed, “I don't know what I'd do if you were ever taken from me.”
“Well, you need to rest,” She insisted, “We leave for tour in a week and you need to catch up on your sleep before that happens. This will all work out, Boo. I have faith in you, but you gotta take care of yourself too.”
He smiled and looked up into her eyes, “You're right, Baby. I'm sorry. Let's go up to bed.” He picked her up, bridal style, causing her to giggle and tighten her arms around his neck as he carried her up the stairs towards his room. He laid her gently on her side of the bed and made his way over to the other side, crawling in beside her, immediately pulling her into his arms.
“What time are they gonna be here tomorrow?” She asked, laying her head on his chest.
“They'll be here before noon,” He let out a breath and kissed the top of her head, “Get some sleep, Baby.”
“I love you,” She leaned up and kissed his lips before returning her head to it's rightful spot on his chest.
“I love you more,” He whispered. It was only a few moments until he felt her drift off to sleep, her breathing evening out. No matter how hard he tried, sleep would not come to him. The images of her being shot kept flashing through his mind. He let out a deep sigh, tightening his arm around her. He heard a small click, like the sound of a lock being picked and he frowned, listening closer to see if he could hear it again. He heard the clicking noise once again and he slowly moved out from under her, sliding out of the bed. He reached into the nightstand and grabbed the gun he kept there, immediately cocking it as he tip-toed across the wood floor and into the hallway. He swiftly made his way down the stairway, not making a sound and being sure to keep himself hidden and out of sight. He made his way behind the door and watched the knob jiggle for a second before grabbing it and yanking the door open, his gun immediately pointing at the head of the intruder.
“Whoa! Whoa, Bro! It's me, Ryan!” Good identified himself and Justin let out a deep breath, returning the gun to his side and letting him enter.
“I almost killed you, ya know,” Justin gave him an exasperated look.
“I'm sorry,” Good offered a small smile, “I just got to town and I figured you were asleep. I forget that you can hear a pin drop from 50 miles away.”
“Especially now,” Justin ran a hand through his hair, closing the door, “I'm so on edge.”
“How long's it been since you slept, man?” Good placed a hand on his shoulder as he took in the bags under Justin's eyes.
“It's been awhile,” Justin let out a small laugh, “I haven't been able to shut my brain off since she was shot.”
“We're gonna get them all, JB. I swear,” Good shook his head, “Until then though, why don't you go get some shut-eye and I'll keep watch down here. Nobody's getting past me.” Justin nodded, realizing that Ryan Good was one of the only people in the world he trusted to keep himself and his love safe. He made his way to the stairway and paused, looking back at him.
“Thanks, Bro. This means a lot to me.”
“Anytime, JB,” Good smiled at him and watched as he disappeared up the staircase and into his room. He locked the front door behind him and made his way into the kitchen to raid the fridge.