Secrets | Justin Bieber | •Jerryismypizza•

Chapter 14

Justin's P.O.V.

I sighed slotting the key card in to the door and opening the door. Shutting it behind me I took of my sunglasses and walked in leaving my keys on the counter.

I talked in to the phone to the brainy tech guy of the group, Ricky, he never liked to get involved in the actual kills, but he was real handy when it came to hacking and finding locations.

I looked up to see Lia facing the other way, I walked up to her putting my one arm around her waist from behind I kissed her shoulder as I zoned out to whatever he was saying.

She seemed as if she was in a daydream making me wonder what she was so deeply thinking about. I turned her around frowning telling Ricky that I would call back later before hanging up.

"Whats wrong?" I asked putting my phone in my back pocket she didn't reply but pulled me along to the couch. Sitting down I watched as she picked up an envelope, I placed both of me arms along the back of the couch as I wondered what she showing me.

"Whats this?" I asked taking it from her. "Open it" she muttered sitting next to me on her knees. I opened it pulling whatever was in there.

My eyes widened as I saw what it was, pictures of her, I think it was this morning after I had gone.

"Where did you find these?" I asked clenching my jaw as looked over each picture.

"In my computer" she replied looking down at the pictures herself, I could tell she was shaken up "Why didn't you call me straight away?!" I angrily said sitting up as I looked at her, she looked down at her hands.

"I, I was taken back by it all, I didn't know what to do" She replied whispering as if she didn't want to raise her voice.

I got up from the couch pissed "Do you know what would happen if they took you?! Huh?! Do you fucking know the fucked up things that they think about you?!" I angrily yelled looking down at her as she lifted her head looking at me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do Justin" she replied standing up as I began to walk away. She placed her hand around my arm pulling me back "Don't fucking touch me" I spat getting out of her grip she looked at me sadly.

"You seriously don't know the fucked up things people think, men think about you, do you?" I raised my eyebrows as she looked back at me.

"They wanna fuck the innocence out of you, got it? Your so fucking innocent none of them would understand how to treat you properly, did your dickhead of a boyfriend fuck you like I did? Did he make sure that you were enjoying it as much as he was? No, every man that you walk past, stare at you, and not just at you, but at your body, they want to know how it feels to touch you, they wanna grip your ass and hear you moan for them, did you know that? Baby girl" I growled walking towards her and making her hit the back of the couch she looked up.

"Not every man does think that" she replied, but I knew she didn't believe that.

"Who are you trying to fool? I know more then you could ever know, about the way men think. I know what the men that are after us, think about you, they know you're innocent, and they know you had the perfect body, and they want to have you in there bed, fucking you as hard as possible, they won't give a shit if you beg them to stop, because they won't, trust me. And you wanna know something else?" I paused making her look up at me again.

"The boy downstairs sitting behind that desk, even stared at that ass of yours when you walked away" I muttered gripping her ass she pushed me away and went off in to the bedroom and closing the door behind her, I couldn't help but smirk at the amount of control and effect I had on her. I loved it.