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My Kill: My Fuck

The guy In the header picture is Drew.

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Jason's Pov:

"Shut the fuck up, man. Just get your ass here right now." I spat harshly into the phone.

"Ok ok bro. On my way." Drew replied.

And with that, i hung up and tugged at the ends of my hair in frustration.

Boss is coming in 2 days to give me my money and is planning on taking Justin's body so he can publicy announce his "death."

It's what he always does with my kills. He takes their bodies once ive killed them, pays me for it, then leaves their body out somewhere so cops can find it and make it look like a murder case. I mean, it is a murder case since i fucking kill em' but Scooter makes it all look like a set up.

People know i kill. People know Jason McCann. And i love it. But people dont know Scooter. They think i do it all alone and i do, but Scooter is the one who helps me get rid of the bodies. Thats all.

2 fucking days and he'll be over here and taking Justin's body to dump somehwere. But fuck we got one huge problem over here. He isnt fucking dead. And i'm not killing him.

So i called up one of my gang members, Drew, who's on his way right now so he can help me out with this huge fucking mess.

I hear Justin shuffling around in his room on his matress every few seconds and i know he can't move since i made sure to handcuff his hands this morning since i forgot to last night. I got drunk off my ass and thank god i didn't do anything stupid. LIke fuck him.

I made my way into my bedroom and stood infront of my full length body mirrior, admiring my image. Black skinny jeans, a white v-neck tshirt, red vans and a red beanie covering my messy brown hair that i didn't care to style today.

I admired myself one more time before walking out. I barged into Justin's room and saw him cuddled up into a ball. He was asleep and his mouth was half way open, revealing soft snores here and there. I smirked softly since he looked so peaceful and i made my way over to him, quietly sitting beside him on the bed.

He quickly woke up once he felt my presence and shot up, scooting away from me.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "You know you snore?"

He looked at me, his eyes glued to myn for a few seconds before he nodded. I noticed his cheeks flush a light pink. I grinned and licked my lips.

I couldn't kill him. He's so... innocent. Half the people i kill always are, but he's.. fuck i dont know what he is but theres just something so different and i still dont know what is.

I got up and smart boy, he followed my movements and followed me out of the room.

"I don't even have to talk anymore. You just know what to do already huh Bieber?" I laugh.

I look behind my shoulder at him to see him nod in response, "Y-ya."

I smirked and walked into the bathroom, setting a towel for him and stood outside the bathroom door as he showered and brushed his teeth. He came out with the towel around his waist and he shyly looked up at me as my eyes scanned his enitre body.

Oh how i wanted to strip that towel off him, pin him against the wall and fuck him senseless.

"Jason?" he softly said.

My eyes met his "mm?"

He licked his plump lips before saying, "Can i please have s-something to wear?"