A Killer's Instinct

Prologue

Three Years Earlier.

Justin had stayed inarticulate when he was informed about the burning warehouse he and The Wolf Pack were resided. He and the gang were sent off to fulfill a money order they were sent but it turned to be some scam where they would be pre-occupied for the remaining time their place would be caught on fire. When they arrived there were two ambulances and several police cars surrounding the front of the warehouse and yellow tape stopping wandering people from entering inside.

Justin got out of the van, looking around curiously at what happened when a police had approached him. Justin had finally decided to speak up first. "Who did this?" Justin candidly spoken.

The police officer shook his head, clearly daunted by Justin. "It was a gang." He simply replied.

"No one was in there?" Justin asked, he wanted to make sure that no one was in there when this all had happened. His wife was vacationing in Costa Rica with her parents so, he wasn't as worried. A lot of close relatives or friends usually made stops to visit them especially his parents, this was most what he was agitated about. The officer had paused before trying to speak. A firefighter eavesdropping in on the conversation had decided to step up to the plate, interjecting their conversation.

"Justin Bieber," The firefighter spoke. Justin looked up at him confused. "There was a lady who was there when this all had happened." The guy said, Justin's heart rate accelerated.

The firefighter already knew who it was when they had done background checks on the lady. Justin became antsy and irritated, he had low temper and anything would set him off. The firefighter had told him to remain calm but Justin wasn't having it. "Who is it?!" He barked.

Justin was looking around at the people staring at him with frightened eyes, when a body bag on top of a stretcher caught his own. He started walking towards it wanting to see who it was, the Firefighter was calling out to him but realized it was no use when Justin was standing in front of the black zipped up body bag. He started unzipping it and when he came across the familiar face his heart stopped, and his face softened.

The Wolf Pack looked at Justin with sorrow in their eyes, they had already found out seconds before he had. Justin shook his head, not wanting to believe it was her.

That it was his own wife.

He hadn't even realized the tears streaming down his face when he had caressed her cold cheeks. She had cuts and burns settled on her natural skin. She wasn't glowing anymore like the last time Justin saw her. Her green eyes were closed and Justin didn't get one last look. One last good-bye. He didn't even know she was coming back today. What was she doing here? Why wasn't she on her trip with her mom? What made her come here?

Justin had so many questions, wanted to know so much answers. But most of all, his wife was gone. His baby was gone. The only thing that had kept him happy was now gone. She couldn't be gone, she just couldn't.

Someone pressed their hand atop of Justin's shoulder and he flinched, not bothering to look back at who had touched him before running off somewhere, he didn't care where, he just wanted to be left alone.

He had found himself inside the familiar set of woods that he knew all too well. There was a boulder that he always sits on to smoke. But, instead of smoking, he cried. He cried for the first time in eighteen years. He didn't like it but he loved her so much, there was nothing more to do at the moment. .

It had hit him that he wouldn't be waking up to her smile, her blue eyes, her blonde hair scattered all over the pillow, or her bare body resting on top of his.

From then on, he became so cold-hearted. He always knew it would be Rosalie, he wanted no one else but her. No matter how many girls he would encounter later on. He didn't think it would be right to fall in love all over again with a girl that wasn't even close to being like her.

Rosalie's parents had told him the reason as to why she came home so early, she wanted to come surprise him from the trip because she hasn't seen him for almost three weeks and she had missed him too much. When she had gotten there, they had dropped her off and then when she went inside supposedly she didn't die from the fire, but she was brutally murdered before.

Justin didn't know who could do that to the one he had loved more than anything in this world. He was mad at himself because if he wasn't so stupid and left he would've been there to protect her and she still would be here. Justin never put the blame on anyone else because they didn't know, he put it all on himself... Whoever it was he was bound to find who had done this to his love. His life.

One Year After.

"Hello?" Justin huffed into the receiver as he rolled over from his position on top of a woman he had just met down at the lobby of the hotel they were staying at.

"Mr. Bieber?" The man had asked.

"This is he. Can I help you?" Justin laid back fully in bed with his arms behind his head as he rested into the pillow. They had tried to ignore the phone all night but when they had finally finished Justin had decided to answer it.

"Ah, Mr. Bieber. I am sorry to inform you of this unfortunate event, but it seems as if your brother, Jason, has been murdered and is now perished." The guy had spoken. It was as if that whole moment a year ago was abruptly happening again. Justin felt the same pain as when he found out his wife died. But, this time he was more vexed.

Justin immediately hung up the phone. By the look on his face, he was raging. He knew it involved him being in a gang. He knew it. People he loved don't just die off like that without being involved with Justin.

He knew that whoever it was, was messing with the wrong person. Whoever it was, was asking for it and Justin was going to give it to them in the most painful, yet despicable way he could think of. He wasn't going the easy route on this, and after his research, after all his hard-work that would be soon, would be paying off immensely. Whoever had tried to hurt him were wishing death in a thousand different ways.

It was Justin's instinct after all, killing was one of the many things he was good at, and he was out for blood.

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