Hostage (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

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Justin's POV

It scared me, I'd never had to do this before, Dad trained me when I was 18, with a gun, he trained me how to fight, how to protect myself, I never asked why, but I think this is why, This is probably also the reason Mom died. Dad said once, we weren't safe, he sent us to my Aunts house, and when we came back, Mom was gone. Liv broke that day. She became a completely different person. And now that she's finally back on track, she's kidnapped. Dad had given me tickets at home, he ordered them online, and printed them out for me. My plane was meant to come soon. Dad told me he knew the group of goons who had Liv hostage, A man called Alex Santosfield was the one i talked to on the phone. A member of a group named Cortez, of course, Leader named Marcus Cortez. Two of his brothers, are in his group. Enzo Cortez and Kai Cortez. Marcus it the oldest. I sat on the waiting benches, Until my flight was finally announced. "Istanbul passengers please make your way to the plane, your flight will leave in 30 minutes." I got up, and made my way to the plane. A woman stood there, and asked for my ticket. I handed it to her, and followed by my passport. I was lead further forward to the security check. My luggage was taken while i went through the security check. Dad told me the man at the security check knew i had my gun in my pocket, he was good friends with Dad and Dad had explained my entire situation. When the gate was ready for me to go through, i approached forward. The bar did not go off. Nothing happened? The man winked at me and said. "Everything will be okay." He assured. I nodded. Walking through the gate, letting out an exaspherated sigh. I had made it this far. Which wasnt really that far, but i was hoping to finally find what i was looking far. No matter how much pain it causes me, no matter how much blood is shed, people are killed, families are ruined, No one messes with my only family, and gets away with it. I am willing to give up anything to find my sister, and if that means losing my own life, so be it.

I made my way to the plane, going through a hallway, until finally meeting eyes with the plane. Only did i ever go on a plane was when i was 14, we travelled with Mom, to Majorca in Spain. Dad had promised us he would take us there, but like always, his work came in the way, and Mom took us instead. The flight was 13 hours. I went into the plane, and found my seat, sitting down.

A few minutes later, a man came and sat next to me. I looked at him, and he smiled. Time had passed and the plane was counting down to take off. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. "Please make sure you are all wearing your seatbelts, may i repeat, Please make sure you are all wearing your seatbelts, thank you." The plane took off.

"Luke Mikaelson." He looked at me and put his hand out. He looked about in his young 20's.

"Justin Bieber." I said, shaking his hand.

"So, what makes you go to Instanbul?" He asked.

I sighed. "Im going to go meet my sister." I said.

"She lives there?" He gushed.

"No, She-, Ugh Nevermind," I said.

He rolled his eyes. "Im going to the toilet." He said.

I raised my eyebrows and just smiled at him. He got up and left his seat.

I took my phone out, and turned it on. My homescreen was of Me, Liv and Mom, in Majorca. It made me smile, so much.

"Well, she sure is beautiful." A woman said. I looked up, she sat down on the seat next to me. She had dark brown hair. She was wearing tight leather skinny trousers, and a black top, with a leather jacket on top.

"Who the hell are you?" I growled.

"Now i definitely know Liv is your sister.." She laughed.

"Where is she? What did you guys do to her?" I almost yelled and she put her hand on my mouth. People started staring. The man who was seated next to me came out of the toilet. He walked over to us and stared at the girl. She grabbed my hand.

"Follow me." She whispered as i snatched my hand away from her.

"No." I blankly said.

"To find your sister you will." She lowered her voice. I sighed, and she grabbed my hand, pulling me along. She opened the bathroom door, and pulled me inside, Locking it. I stepped back, and put the toilet flap down, sitting down.

"Who are you?" I spoke.

"Nina Dobrev, and im going to help you get your sister back." She smiled at me.

"Bullshit, You're probably one of them, tricking me so i can get kidnapped too!" I stood up.

"Oh for fuck sake, Dick, if that was what i wanted to do i probably would've killed you on the plane, and every single person on it aswell." She spat.

"Whats in it for you? Why are you helping me?" I asked her.

"Freedom, I've been running two years from that son of a bitch, Marcus Cortez, his fucking brothers, and his group of wannabe thugs. There's only one way to stop him, to stop Marcuz. We kill him. I can never make it as far as near Marcus alone. Ill need help. This way, i can distract them while you find your sister. But the only problem is that, the time i was running from Marcus, and his gang, they were in Italy. Now they're in Istanbul. Everything has changed. They are naturally originated from Instanbul. They have family here, more goons, more weapons, more everything. Its not going to be easy Justin. Its gonna be a long wait until you see your sister again." She explained.

"Why are you running, you know from them?" I asked.

"They, well, His sons, there was originally four of them, The Oldest was called John, and the second oldest was Bruce. John was older than Marcus. Me and John, fell in love. His father despised my Family, they hated us. They didnt want anything to do with us. His John's brothers, Enzo, and Bruce, caught us in John's bedroom. He shot John in the leg, I picked up the gun that was on the side table, and i shot Bruce right there, right when Enzo was about to shoot me, i managed to Escape. I ran home to my family, My Mom, Dad, and younger Brother, Alfredo. When i got home, i found my parents bodys, and the phone rang. "You're next." It was Marcus, Marcus was on the phone. I still dont know if John is dead or not, They shot his leg, maybe they killed him later, maybe they didnt. But that doesnt matter to me anymore. They will pay for what they did to my family." She wiped her cheeks which were soaked up from all the crying she had done.

"How long?" I asked.

"What?" She looked at me.

"How long until i find my Sister." I repeated.

"2, maybe 3, months, maybe more, maybe even a year. I dont know. But as long as we find Marcus, consider your sister found." She said.

"You better not me Bullshitting, because if you are, i will drive a knife, through your heart. And leave you to reunite with your family." I growled at her. Opening the door, and making my way back to my seat.

Maybe there was hope to find my Liv. Maybe.