Justin Bieber Imagines (Request Closed)

I Can Tell (Pt. 1)

Imagine you a fighter for Jason's underground fighting club.

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(Your Name)'s P.O.V

I slid my shades onto my face as I walked through the crowded warehouse.

"Excuse me miss." A rather buff guy spoke while stepping in front of me. I looked up at him with my arms crossed. "You're not allowed back there. Only our fighters for tonight are." I nodded my head before slightly turning.

Without hesitation I quickly spun back around and launched my fist at his jaw.

"You think you wanna let me in now?" I hissed snatching my glasses off.

He looked up at me while holding his mouth. "G-go right in." He grunted before moving to the side.

I smiled politely at him and leaned over giving him a peck on the cheek.

Just like that I walked inside of the room which was full of sweaty men. I looked around for an empty spot and smiled once I saw one. "What're you doing in here?" A raspy voice spoke from behind me.

"Getting ready for my fight." I spat causing everyone to laugh.

I ignored the ignorance and threw my bag on the ground next to the seat.

"I'm being serious, what're you doing in here?" The voice growled this time. I sighed and turned towards the person.

My eyes widened once I caught sight of who was bothering me.

"McCann?" I questioned walking towards him.

He looked at me with a small glare on his face. "I sold to you once." He mumbled while chewing on his bottom lip. "Uh... It's y/l/n. Isn't it?" He said raising an eyebrow. I nodded and gave him a bro hug.

"I didn't know you were a fighter." I said causing him to chuckle.

"Oh I don't fight. This is all my creation." He said smirking at me.

"Then you should know I'm the main attraction tonight." I said smiling brightly at him. He froze and looked at me with wide eyes.

"You're Angel?" He hissed before shoving me over to a corner. I nodded and looked up at him in fear. What? He's America's most wanted, of course I'll fear him. "Are you really a girl?" He whispered looking me up and down.
I giggled and shook my head yes. "Do you know who you're fighting?" He asked.

"Some Romeo Ramirez guy." I said with a slight shrug.

"He's never lost."

"I never lost."

We stared at eachother for about 5 seconds before he smirked.

"This is perfect. I want you to whoop his ass, so his gang will stay the fuck out of my way." He spat looking at me with determination in his eyes.

"Don't worry." I said with a sly wink before walking over to my things.

I bent down and grabbed my bag before pulling my things out. I had a simple sports bra and some basketball shorts. Without thinking I pulled my shirt over my head, not minding all of the men in the room.

"Damn..." I heard one whisper as I began pulling my yoga pants down.

"Y/L/N, you're distracting my men." Mr. McCann hissed from behind me.

"If this whole crew wins I'll dance for every single one of you." I said outloud.

"Do I count?" Jason asked coming up behind me. I giggled and turned facing him. "You count for everything." I whispered licking my plump lips and tracing my eyes up and down his suited body.