Justin's Point of View:
"What the fuck do you mean Luke? What the hell does he have to do with anything?" Bruce stared at me incredulously, confused as to why I had brought him up. "What about Kelsey man? Did the dinner-"
"There's no Kelsey, Bruce." I spat. "Forget the fucking dinner and get your shit together. The hit on Luke happens tonight." I undid the first few buttons on my dress shirt, my white beater underneath.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Bruce shook his head, trying to wrap his head around what I was telling him. "Calm down bro and tell me what the fuck is going on right now. I thought we were waiting for the right time before we did anything?" He cocked his head to the side. "And what do you mean there's no Kelsey?"
I shook my head. "We waited long enough. How much longer do we have to take before he pays?" I hissed, aggravation getting the best of me. "The fucker dies tonight."
"You need to relax, Justin. Don't think with your ass and use your head. I can tell by the way you're acting right now-"
"How am I acting like Bruce?" I got in his face; my jaw locked tight, my eyes growing a dark shade. "Huh? How am I acting?" I repeated, death flashing through my eyes, the sudden urge to punch his face in overtaking me.
"Get the fuck out of my face, Bieber." He spat, resting his hands on my shoulders as he pushed me back. "Or you'll regret it."
"Don't fucking touch me." I growled, moving away from his grip and shooting a glare his way. "I'll fucking rock you in the jaw." I sneered in disgust. "Regret shit is what I'm going to regret. You and I both know I'll have you on your knees in seconds."
Bruce didn't say anything. Instead, he stared at me long and hard, his gaze as sharp as knives. "Something happened tonight, didn't it?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I rumbled, my neck hot with anger. Anticipation began to build up immensely and all I wanted to do at this point was blow shit up, starting with Luke's head.
His body loosened up a bit, the fury inside of me subsiding as realization began to kick in. "You're on edge, your tense and you look like you want to kill someone."
"No shit Sherlock. Did you get that now or before I mentioned Luke's name?" I sneered in annoyance.
"You're trying to pick a fight with me because you want to let your anger out and the question here is why you want to and why in God's name you want to go after Luke tonight of all fucking nights." He stuck his hands into the pockets of his jeans, standing up straight. "We're not even fucking ready."
"What the fuck do you mean we're not ready?" I growled lowly.
"You can't just come out of thin air and expect us to drop everything just to put a hit one someone. You have to plan it out first-"
"We already did that." I hissed.
"But then Parker's case got in the way and we never set up another date." Bruce countered.
"This is fucking bullshit." I spat, clearly annoyed with everything and the only person in the world who could remotely calm me down, I can't see them.
This fucking sucks ass.
Bruce narrowed his eyes at me. "Why the sudden mood change anyways Bieber? You seemed perfectly fine today and now you're completely fucked in the head."
I shot an eyebrow up. Bruce was clearly testing my patience and at this rate, it wasn't such a smart idea to get on my bad side because I had half a mind right now to rock his jaw. "He put his hands on my gi-Kelsey and nearly raped her. The fuck do you mean why I have a fucking mood change? I always hated the bastard. Besides," I threw my hands in the air, growing intolerant. "It's been two weeks! How much longer, do we have to take to kill the fucking bitch?!"
"No." Bruce shook his head once more, staring me over. "This surprisingly has nothing to do with what happened that night. It's a part of it but it's not what's driving you insane right now. You never put a hit on someone spot on."
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." I hissed. "Stop trying to act like you fucking know me and what's going on in my head. You know shit." I spat.
"You're seriously going to fucking stand there and accuse me of not knowing you? Are you on drugs or what? I practically raised you to be the person you are today. When shit got hard, I was the one who took you in. You may be running shit right now but that doesn't mean you fucking grew up that way. You seem to forget who taught you the things that you know today."
I grumbled, not wanting to hear his sudden pep talk. It was only a matter of time before Luke ran off from the cops and I had to get him before he left. "Are you done being a fucking pussy with all this girl talk or are we actually going to get down to business?"
|Justin Bieber||as Danger|
|Lily Collins||as Kelsey|