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.


13. Chapter 11

"So," Peyton said. "Max?" 

Justin nodded. "Yes, I've said that about a million times now."

She sighed and leaned back on the couch in Braden's living room. Chaz was with them too, and Peyton had spent a fair amount of time giving him hugs and kisses on the cheeks before they sat down to talk about things. When Justin had mentioned Max back on the sidewalk, she'd almost collapsed, but they made it to the apartment. 

"I know," She finally said. "But why him? And who the heck is the Boss? Samantha said something about him, too." 

"I have no idea." Justin said. "At least we know that they're both working for somebody." 

Peyton groaned. "If it's Colton, I'm killing myself and you're coming with me to hell." 

Justin cracked a grin. "Who says we're not going to heaven?" 

"The fact that I killed maybe two people. All I know is that I got Dakota for sure, and I'm almost positive I killed Colton. I mean, why wouldn't he be dead?! Is he invincible or something?" 

Justin silenced her by pressing his lips onto hers. She kissed him back for a moment before pulling away. "You're killing me." She whispered. 

He smirked. "Well if I'm killing you, and you want me to come with you, I know I'm not going to heaven for wanting to fuck you right now." 

Peyton gasped and punched his arm. He laughed and scooted away from her, knowing that she'd probably kick him if he scooted closer to her. She crossed her arms and glared at him. "You're disgusting. Why do I like you again?" 

Justin shrugged. "I'm incredibly good looking." 

Peyton rolled her eyes. "Yep, I'm sure that's it." 

"Alright, kids," Chaz said impatiently. "Stop bickering. We might have something serious going on." 

"We know, Chaz, but what are we supposed to do about it? Try to get ourselves into this mess?" 

"Yes because that stupid ass kid took Ryan, and we all want him back. So you need to do something because you know who he is." 

Peyton frowned and scooted closer to Justin so she could lay her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. 

"Don't hurt me." He said playfully and Peyton smiled. 

"I'm not going to hurt you," She said. "I just don't like Max so I thought that I'd lay next to you." 

"Touching," Justin rubbed her arm. "Am I your second cuddling choice then?"

"No," Peyton answered. "Max is not a cuddler. And I thought that you wouldn't be one either, but I guess you're just one big teddy bear after all." 

Justin gave her a fake gasp. "I am not a teddy bear. I am a cold-hearted killer." 

"Not to me." 

"You're so cute," Justin said, kissing her on the top of her head. "I love you." 

"I love you too." 

"Okay, lovebirds," Chaz said again. "We really need Ryan back." 

"Chaz," said Justin "Ryan will be fine, he knows what to do. We don't have to find him right now, it's okay." 

Peyton saw Chaz sigh heavily before saying: "Fine, but I think he's in serious trouble, and I'm going to go find him by myself." He got up from the chair that he was sitting in and brushed his pants off. "Have fun penetrating her." 

Justin tightened his grip around Peyton but said nothing to Chaz as he walked out. As he was walking out, however, Braden walked in, and Peyton tensed up. She sat up quickly and rose from the couch to greet her brother with a hug. 

Braden seemed kind of surprised, but not as surprised as when she pulled away and his gaze set on Justin. 

"I remember you," Braden said. "You're that kid who kidnapped my sister." 

Justin sat up and spread his hands out. "That would be me." 

"Get out of my apartment." Braden spat and put an arm around Peyton, to which she wriggled out of his grip. 

"Braden," She said. "Justin's my boyfriend." 

Braden studied her for a moment. He walked over to the door and opened it. "Then both of you can leave, and don't come back." 

Peyton felt her heart sink. "Braden-" 

"No, I don't talk to mass killers, and I certainly do not let them stay in my house." He spat. "Get out." 

Justin was already interlacing their fingers and dragging her out of the door before she could say anything to her brother. Once they were out in the hallway, he grabbed her face and looked into her eyes. She looked up at him sadly. 

"Justin, don't." She found herself trying to move his hands, but it didn't work, and she didn't know why she was doing it. 

"I'm sorry." He said. "I'm sorry that I'm the one who's driven your whole family away." 

"Don't you dare say that we need to separate for me to be happy," She gave up trying to move his hands. "I'm happy, you need to realize that. And I'm fine. You, Ryan, and Chaz are my family now. Okay?"  

Justin nodded before giving her a kiss. He pulled away and was about to say something, when someone came running up to them. It was Chaz, and he looked like he had seen a ghost. Justin dropped his hands from Peyton's face as she bent down to rub Chaz on the back. 

"You guys," He took a breath. "Have to come," Another breath. "With me." 

"Chaz, what's wrong?" 

"Blood," He said. "Lot's of it." He held up a watch that was dripping with the crimson red liquid. Peyton wrinkled her nose. "And I found Ryan's watch in a puddle of it." 

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