Her

1: initiation

Main characters:
Amalea-Jené (Celeste) Cutolo
Jason McCann

These are the characters the story will mostly revolve around, of course other characters will be introduced, these are the two that the story will follow the most. Jason is of course played by Justin Bieber, Amalea is not necessarily played by anybody, I want the reader to make their own image of her, although descriptions of the way I perceive her will be provided.

Buckle the fuck up, and enjoy the ride.
Disclaimer: this story may contain sexual scenes.
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Outsiders POV:
His fingers wrapped around his wrist as he adjusted the gold watch that pressed against his tattooed wrist. His eyes read the time, 11.30pm as he may his way towards the door that stood tall in front of him.

Reaching inside his suit pocket that pressed against his chest, he removed the now slightly scrunched letter from its temporary home. He unfolded it and attempted to press out the creases as he read if the address he was at was the correct one...it was.

It was dark outside, the light coming from the full moon reflecting on the paper. He folded it back up and placed it back into its home-his suit pocket.

He kicked the small stones beneath his feet as he stood, his hand balled into a fist ready to knock on the door in front of him. He was nervous, an emotion he rarely felt. Emotions being rare in general.

The drive way he stood in was impressive, the house his stood in front of impressed him more and the cars that were parked next to him impressed him even further. Money drove him, success drove him and this drove him.

This being the situation he was about to become a part of. His balled fist knocked twice against the dark wood door. He stepped back and waited, his hands finding his pockets at his side. He looked around quickly, before the door opened.

He furrowed his eyebrows when nobody was there, he looked around again, leaning forward slightly to try and see inside the house. It was dark.

He proceeded anyway, his hand rubbing against his jaw and he took a step towards the house, his foot half over the threshold. He saw a flicker of light, a single candle set on a table that was the current focal point of the dark room.

He didn't see her, sat there patiently awaiting his arrival as he closed the door behind him. His eyes focused on the two men that stood behind her.

Her left leg crossed over her right as her red nails tapped against the wood of the chair she was sitting on. The only light available still being the candle that flickered next to her and the moon light that soaked the carpet in front of her. The two men that stood behind her had a gun in one hand, and a card in the other. Their stance being one of protection.

Her dress danced slightly up her thigh as she sat up in her seat, the heels on her feet making her legs look all that little bit longer.
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Jason's pov

My eye glued straight to the image in front of me, two men in black stood behind her as she sat there, her nails tapping lightly against the wood of the chair she was sitting in. I couldn't see their faces, only the outline of their bodies.

The candle next to her only illuminating the light brown/blonde hair that snaked around her upper arm. She shifted slightly, making herself more comfortable in the seat she was in.