Fallen Angels - A Justin Bieber Fanfiction

Chapter 5

***Sarah's POV***

    "Alex, really? I wanted to fuck with him a little more." I put my hands on my hips and smiled as he shrugged

    "We'll see him in three days with fun news, don't worry Sarah." Alex grinned while walking past me out of the room

    I gazed down onto his unconscious body slumped against the pole and began wondering how I was going to make this man turn. It is usually easier when you have information to hold against them, but his case is different. He went ghost almost completely after high school, with only a few random bills here and there. I'm going to have to pry information out of his pretty little mouth before I can do much.

He frustrates me beyond belief because he simply wasn't afraid of us. Hell, I've seen CIA special agents quaking in their boots when they heard there was a hall of fame member in the room. He's been through some tough shit not to be scared of us. We've rightfully earned our reputation of being one of the world's most dangerous gangs. The Fallen Angels have been alive for four generations, and let me tell you that isn't an easy title to keep and uphold.

    One thing I'm sure of is I'm not going to negotiate with him until he can fear us. Once you establish a living fear within a person, you can make them do anything. The hard part of that process is not installing it, but conjuring up a way to become that person's worst nightmare. Some are easier to crack than others. The bigger the advantage the better. I need time to scope out every single record I can find on him before I call any hearings.

    I turn my head slightly to the left to see Roscoe and Percy lingering around the room, sharing hushed whispers about what they want to do to Justin, "I need you two to drop whatever bullshit you're working on at the moment and dig up any possible dirt on this man. I don't care if it's a McDonald's two dollar receipt for a burger; if his name is anywhere on a document, I want it. Understand?" The two nodded their heads, "Good. Now, go find the other Famers and tell them exactly what I said. I want anything and everything y'all can find on my desk by tomorrow evening. You're dismissed."

    Percy nodded while Roscoe rolled his eyes. "We're equals. Don't treat me like you treat the new recruits."

    "Roscoe, if I remember correctly, I am the leader of this gang and I am ranked higher than you. I can talk to you however I want." I gave him a warning smile before pushing him out of the door

    "You're only head of me by point seven points Sar. I wouldn't call that impressive."

    "Point seven points or seventy points, I'm still ranked higher than you, so shut your fucking mouth you little prick." He let out a hearty chuckle as I jokingly flipped him the bird

    He and Percy walked down the hall towards the Famers' offices. I took one last look at Justin's lifeless body before closing the metal door. I glanced down the elongated hallway and noticed that it was now vacant of people other than me. I locked the door then leaned against it. I put my cool hands over my face and sighed. Running my fingers through my thick forest of black hair, I let out a frustrated groan.

    I used my elbow to push myself from the door and strolled down the corridor. I took in the concrete floor beneath my jet black combat boots, the fluorescent lights and air vents above me, and the occasional metal door with a padlock as I continued my journey down the hall. This sections of head quarters is definitely the most depressing. I began to get lost in that thought when I ran into someone.

    "Oh, Sarah I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention, but ironically I was looking for you."

    "What's up, Chase?" I asked as his bulky body rested against the shiny metal wall