Let Me Love You

She let out disgusted noise and rolled her eyes at me, “You probably don't even understand what the concept of loving someone even is, Justin. You keep me locked here in your house and don't let me leave. You don't take me anywhere. You barely communicate with me and you expect me to like you?” I watched her sit up in bed and swing her legs over the side as she looked into my eyes, “You're fucking beautiful, Justin Bieber, but you're fucked in the head. This?” She motioned around the room, “This isn't the way to get me to love you, or even like you for that matter. I've slept next to you every single night for the last how many days and we both lay awake, holding our breaths because you aren't even trying.”

I had to interrupt her, “I didn't want you to feel like I was forcing myself on you.” The frown didn't leave my face as she continued speaking, to say I was confused by her what she said would be an understatement. She wanted me to try?


1. 06-22 - And there she was

~Justin's Point Of View~


I looked around the party, taking in all the familiar faces of acquaintances that I've acquired over the years; the air filled with smoke and the scent of cigarettes and marijuana took over my senses. They all seemed to be having a good time, but it surprised me that they weren't more on guard. If someone from the south side was feeling daring, he could walk up in here, almost unnoticed and shoot the place up. That's a large reason why I make it a point to stay sober during these events, I guess you could call them. For some reason, I always seemed to host most of the parties at my crib for the north siders. Maybe it was because my house was bigger, but I assume it's because I have more power than anyone here on the North Side; hell, probably more than the south side as well. It's been awhile since they entered our territory because the last time they came at us and interfered with our work, not only did they lose shit tons of money, but they could've received 5 body bags a day for two weeks with how many of them we took out. At this point, I figure they're either re-upping and trying to get back to where they were before to attack us, or just scared shitless and keeping to themselves. I love a good fight though. I'll throw hands on any mother fucker who comes at me. Don't get me wrong, I have guns and shit that I'll use when I need to, but I prefer the old hand to hand if you know what I mean.

I took a sip of the glass of whiskey I'd been slowly sipping for the last hour and scanned the room again. My eyes immediately fell to her, standing by the window, her head thrown back in laughter as she placed a flirty touch on the arm of the guy she was talking to. Her hair was so platinum it glistened from the lights of the DJ Booth and it easily fell to the lowest part of her back. Her face nearly took my breath away the second she made eye-contact with me, absently. I let my eyes trail down her body and to say she was curvy, would be an understatement. She easily matched the shape of an hour glass. She wasn't even dressed provocatively, but the vibe that came off of her was like liquid sex. I uncontrollably licked my lips as I wondered who she was and what it would be like to touch her. To see her bare naked skin not being covered by any clothing and to rub my hands all over her, as well as kiss every single inch of her flesh. It's not often I find myself attracted to anyone; mostly because the females around here lack a certain sophistication you'd find in a woman with class. I really take to heart the old saying, 'I want a freak in the sheets and a lady in the streets'. I'd also like a woman to be able to hold her own with the lifestyle I live, but I somehow doubted that the perfect woman actually existed and would be easy for me to find. You see, people in certain parts of town are afraid of me. It's not that big of a city and I guess you could say most of the citizens have heard my name a time or two. I'm considered a dangerous criminal and that alone makes men and women grab their children and leave whenever I go into a store or a restaurant. I guess, if I wasn't me, I'd probably fear me too. I have a tendency to let my anger get the best of me when someone crosses or betrays me. Then, whoops, there's bodies everywhere. Most people deserve it and are worthless anyway. Aside from my small gang, I've never had another human care for me since my brother died. You see, my name hasn't always been Justin Bieber. That was just the name I picked for witness protection when I got out of juvi. I was 21 at the time, but since I've been out, the last 3 years I've done pretty well for myself. I've gotten the power I've always wanted and enough money to spend frivolously. At first, it was all exciting to me and I went out and bought 5 top of the line sports cars, paying in cash of course, but once having money becomes a normal thing to you, it's not something you really think about anymore. Growing up, we were poor and that's why Alex joined the gang. We lived better after that, but not nearly as good as I have it now. If only Alex could see what I've made for myself. I looked back to the window where the blond had been previously and she must've gotten lost in the crowd. I was going to attempt to find her until I was interrupted by Za.

“The guys have Twan down the hill,” Za spoke quiet, but loud enough for me to hear. I nodded once, downed the rest of my whiskey and followed Za out the back patio door. We entered the woods without speaking, the only sound being the twigs that crackled underneath our feet. As we reached a clearing, I situated the gun on my left side.



~Krystal's Point Of View~


I had noticed him staring at me from across the party as I flirted with this new guy that I'd just met. I had only moved here about a week ago, but my new friend from work, Karla, invited me to this party tonight. I have no clue where she's run off to, but after having a bit too much to drink I decided to take a walk to get some fresh air. The first thing I saw when I went out the back patio door was a beautiful infinity pool. Not too far further there was a small forest of trees and even further I could see the moon reflecting on some type of water. Without a second thought, my feet moved towards the path in the forest, hoping to find a beach on the other side where I could at least dip my toes into the water. About halfway in, I started to hear voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying in the slightest, so I just kept walking. The closer I got, the more they came into view. The man from the party was holding a gun to another man's head who knelt before him. I could hear him begging for his life and let out a regrettable gasp, as a shot rang out. I quickly tried to hide behind the tree I was standing by, but I wasn't quick enough. The next thing I knew, I was being grabbed roughly by the arm and dragged out of the wood-like area.

“What do you want done with her, Boss?” The man that was holding tightly onto my arm spoke and his grip just got tighter. I looked up and met his eyes, the one who'd been so adamantly watching me earlier.

“Let go of her,” He spoke quiet, but very stern and the man holding me, immediately let go of my arm. I looked down at my arm and could already see bruises forming in the shape of his fingers so I rubbed it softly, hoping to relieve some of the pain as I looked up at him again. It just now occurred to me that I'd just seen him kill a man that was lying dead in a pool of his own blood about 5 feet from where I currently stood. I swallowed hard, taking a deep breath and praying that a panic attack wouldn't come on right now.

“Look,” I held his gaze seriously, “Ummm, I-I swear, I didn't see anything tonight. I-If you let me go, I'll never open my mouth about this again. I swear to God.”

He let out a laugh that somehow made my stomach flutter, “That's not how this works, Princess. You've seen way more than you should've. Now we're gonna have to figure out what to do with you.”

I couldn't help but interrupt him, “Please, I swear I will never tell a single soul what I've seen here tonight. I mean, who's gonna believe me anyway, right? I'm new to town, I don't even know your name or anyone else's. If you let me go, I swear, I'll completely erase tonight from my memory.” I had tears streaming down my face as I finished begging.

He took a step closer to me and reached up, wiping away a stray tear that slid down my cheek, “I wish things were that easy, sweetheart. Now, I'm gonna need you to come with me. I'd prefer you do it willingly, but I have no problem using other forces to get you where I want you.”

“W-What are you gonna do with me?” I was beyond scared shitless at this point, but being who I am, I'd at least like to be able to prepare if I know I'm gonna die.

“I dunno yet,” I watched him shrug and he took my hand, holding it tightly as he lead me back into the woods and up to the house. Without letting go of my hand, he walked directly towards the DJ booth and cut the music, “Party's over. Everybody out.” I've never seen people move so fast in my entire life. It was like they were fighting to get out the door before someone shot at them or something. I had no concept of time, but if I were to guess, every last person had escaped within less than 5 minutes. I had also noticed that 4 of the 6 men I'd seen down on the beach had returned and stood at the island in the kitchen. Justin dragged me behind him again and I looked around, not being able to see much with the dim light. He took me up a staircase and towards the end of the hallway. He opened the door at the very end of the hallway and pulled me inside.

“Are you gonna rape and kill me?” I couldn't help but ask. I was trying to be as strong as possible, but right now, I just wanted to be at home, safe in my own bed.

There's that laugh again, “Nah. Like I said, I dunno what I'm gonna do with you yet, but it's late and we can't figure it out tonight,” I looked around the room and noted that the king-sized bed had been slept in and there was a basket of clothes next to, what I assumed to be, the closet, “This is my room cause I ain't got no extra rooms for you, but it'll have to do for now, until I figure out what to do with you. Bathroom's over there,” He pointed towards the bathroom, “You'll be locked in. There's not too much in here that could get you into trouble, but just know that there's alarms on all the doors and windows, so trying to escape would be pointless. Got it?” I just nodded numbly and took a seat on the edge of his bed. He watched me for another moment before exiting the room and locking the door from the outside. I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding and looked around the room. It was cleaner than I'd expected and he actually had a bookshelf filled with books. The color scheme was mostly black and a dark red color. I would've considered the entire room beautiful if I wasn't being held here against my will. I carefully laid back on the pillows on top of the covers and curled into a ball as the tears began to drip down my cheeks.


~Justin's Point Of View~

I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I hated the look of fear in her eyes when I locked her in my bedroom. It's been so long since anyone has seen one of us kill, but if someone in the past had seen it, I wouldn't have hesitated to put a bullet through their skull. With her I can't. I can't even stand the thought of killing her. So, now I'm left with the problem of what to do with her. I met Za, Good, Butler and Chaz in the kitchen and leaned against the island, letting out a sigh.

“What are we gonna do with her, JB?” Good asked, “We can't exactly let her go with everything she's seen tonight.”

I rubbed my temples to relieve the dull headache that was beginning, “I dunno, Ry. I can't kill her. I mean, have you SEEN her? And a part of me feels like she really will keep her mouth shut. We can't take that chance though.”

“We could always keep her locked up here and have our own personal sex slave,” Butler suggested, wiggling his eyebrows and making me have to fight the urge to punch him in the jaw.

“You're an idiot,” I shook my head in disbelief, “She's beautiful, confident, classy and you think we should just use her for our own entertainment? Fuck her when it's convenient? The reason she ain't dead yet is cause she ain't like the females around here, dumbass. If you can't see that when you look at her, you're dumber than I thought.” It really pissed me off that anyone of my guys would look at her that way. Normally, I wouldn't care what they did with a female, but there's something about her that's different and I've probably already traumatized her by the situation at hand.

“What if someone realizes she's missing?” Za asked, frowning and making eye-contact with me.

“She said she just moved here and doesn't know anyone. Besides, if someone starts looking for her while we still have her, they won't find her,” Was I seriously considering letting her go? I'd be taking one of the biggest chances I've ever taken before if I let her go. She could run to the cops and tell them everything. Especially since she now knows where I live. Was this really a chance I was willing to take? Without saying anything to the guys, I left the kitchen and headed back to my bedroom. I unlocked the door and found her laying in a fetal position on the left side of my bed. Her eyes met mine and I immediately knew she'd been crying because her makeup was smeared down her face and her eyes were red. I stared at her for a minute, realizing just how beautiful she actually was. Finally, I reached to my left and removed my gun from the holster. I walked towards the bed and the fear in her eyes was getting more and more evident as I approached her.

“You see this?” I asked her, cocking my gun back.

She nodded urgently, “P-Please don't kill me. I-I'll do anything you say, just please don't kill me.”

I swallowed the guilt I felt as I stared into her eyes, “What's your name?”

“K-Krystal,” She stuttered, her eyes still wide with the fear that I was causing.

“I'm Justin,” I introduced myself for reasons unknown to even myself, “And I'm not gonna kill you. At least, not yet. If you keep your mouth shut about everything you've seen tonight, we won't have anymore problems and I won't have to put a bullet through your skull. Understand?”

“Yes, I promise,” She nodded quickly, “I swear I'll never say anything to anyone about any of tonight. I'll pretend I was home in bed all night.”

I could see the relief on her face, “It's late,” I looked down at my watch, “Come on, give me directions and I can give you a ride home.” She stood quickly from the bed and ended up standing dangerously close to me. I was so close I could smell her perfume. I turned, before I could have anymore thoughts about her and instructed her to follow me. I took her down the back stair case and grabbed the keys to the Range Rover off of the key holder. I didn't say anything to the guys as we entered the garage and got into the car. She buckled her seat-belt as I was starting the car and nervously fidgeting and biting her lip.

“I-I live on South Cedar street,” I quickly cut her off.

“You live on the south side?” I couldn't help but frown. What was she doing on the north side?

“Yeah,” Her voice was soft, “Y-You can just drop me off somewhere close if you don't want to go all the way south. I-I can walk.”

“It's fine,” I grabbed a cigarette out of the pack I had in the center console and lit it, inhaling deeply and letting the nicotine calm me, “How long have you lived here?” I needed to find out as much as possible about her on this ride. I needed to make sure I knew everything to keep me and the guys safe.

“I moved down here about a week ago,” She explained, “I-I transferred from Wisconsin because my family was killed and I had no reason to stay any longer.” So, she doesn't have any family. I wonder if she's made any friends yet.

“How'd you know about the party tonight?” I had to ask.

“This chick I work with, Karla, invited me. She said I needed to get in with the right crowd in this town if I was gonna survive.” So it was Karla who invited her to the party. I wonder if Karla realizes that she lives on the south side.

“Karla's part of my crew,” I'm not sure why I'm telling her this. She doesn't seem like she'd ever be a part of the gang lifestyle, but I couldn't help but wonder why Karla befriended her and brought her around. She had to have a motive and I plan to find out exactly what that motive is.

“You can just pull up right here,” She pointed, “That's my house there. With the blue shutters.” I pulled over to the curb and put the car in park. I watched her hand reach for the handle to open the door and she paused, looking back at me, “I can't thank you enough for letting me go, Justin. I swear, I'll never say a word to anyone about any of this. A-And I'll do my best to stay out of your territory.” I nodded once and licked my lips as she put her head down and opened the door, stepping out and taking one last look at me before closing the door and heading towards her house. I waited until she was safely inside before pulling off and heading back towards the house. Fully intent on grilling Karla about the whole situation. The ride back home seemed like it was over in a matter of seconds. I couldn't seem to get her face out of my mind. I parked in the garage and headed inside. Karla was seated on the counter in the kitchen, kicking her feet back and forth as she scrolled on her phone. She looked up when I walked in.

“Why did you bring her?” I probably looked angry to her, but I couldn't help it. I was entirely too suspicious, “She saw us kill Twan.”

“Did you kill her?” Karla asked, her eyes wide.

“No,” I shook my head, “But I still wanna know what she was doing here. She lives on the south side, Karla. Why would you bring her here? Especially since you know who we are and what we do.”

“Because I think she'd be an asset to us,” She looked at me and I could tell there was more to it than that.

“Tell me the rest,” I demanded.

“Look, Jay, it's been a really long time since you've liked anyone. I've known you for 3 years and I've not once seen you actually like a girl for more than just a fuck. Krystal's different. Besides the fact that she is completely your type, she's got everything you've been looking for. When you told me that you wanted a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets who could handle herself or whatever, I honestly didn't think she would exist. Now, I don't know how she is personally when it comes to sex, but would it hurt to get to know her?”

“I don't have time for all that bullshit, Karla. The gang keeps me busy enough as it is,” I couldn't believe she had the intention of hooking me up with this woman.

“I get it. You're a powerful gang-leader who's busy a lot of the time, but what would it hurt to get to know her?”

“You mean besides the fact that she saw me kill someone tonight, then I basically kidnapped her, locked her in a room and then put a gun in her face as I threatened to kill her if she talked? I'm sure she's just dying to get to know me,” I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

I watched Karla shrug and hop down off of the counter, “Well, Jay, it's up to you what you do, but she gets off at 9 tomorrow night.”

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