The Capture

Chapter.3 "distant memory"

Part of me felt bad for yelling in front of him, but another part of me felt good about standing up to my parents. They are old enough to know they shouldn't have been doing that. But I guess I had to strike them out for them to learn.
I placed Nathan down on my bed as I laid down beside him. His baby face stained with tears and his cheeks a bright red.

"Hey, shhh. Big boys don't cry, it's okay."

I reassured calmly whipping away his newly formed tears. I hate seeing him cry, it breaks my heart. But what he just asked really stung the heart.

"Does mommy and daddy hate me?"

He quivered his lip as a slight sniffle escaped.

"No! No of course not! Nathan nobody could ever hate you! They're just... I don't know. They just don't understand their actions sometimes or realize what they are doing till someone points it out. Nathan, don't ever think they hate you. They love you with all their heart."

I said while engulfing him into a hug.
With all their heart... Their tiny... Tiny heart. I mentally shook my head at how disgusted I am with my parents. They saw their own son, their four year old innocent son cry... And they showed no sign of remorse or sorrow. I'm starting to question if they even care about us at all. And if so, they better start proving it soon otherwise I'll never forgive them. And I'll make sure Nathan never cries because of them again.

-Justin's POV-

I was sitting in my car watching the one and only Madison Anne Parker, she was seated on the empty park bench. The sun glistening against her naturally beautiful blonde hair. There's no doubt about her beauty. She is the finest girl I've seen. She comes to this park usually every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. I don't quite know why, but I come here too. But not in the park... Or to be alone. But to watch her, wonder why? It's quite simple, her parents are the richest people in Canada, they work in the government, law, and court. Why do I care? Well, I'm Justin Drew Bieber. The most wanted criminal here. Madison's parents have been working with the police recently to catch me, but that won't be happening. Do they honestly think they can throw me in prison and get away with it? I know for a fact that they won't come close. Now it's time you're wondering why I'm watching their daughter. Well, it's pretty clear. She's hot, she's beyond sexy. I could use a girl with her looks. Someone to entertain me. But most of all lead me to her parents. My crew and I have been planning this for weeks now. And I'm most certain it will work.
I got distracted by a rain drop splashing against my wind shield.

"Fucking hell."

I mutter annoyed and turn on the wind shield wipers. I begin to roll up my window but notice Madison standing up from the bench and walk along the sidewalk. A smirk crept across my lips as she soon stopped and noticed me staring. Her expression was unreadable, but once she broke the gaze she started running. Did she know who I was? Maybe she ran because its pouring out. I completely roll up my window and slowly drive out of my parallel parking. I began to un knowingly follow her up the street that lead to a casual neighborhood. I spotted her stopping then run up her extremely long driveway. I watched as she let herself inside then shut the door behind herself. I pull the car key out of ignition and slip it into my front jean pocket. I eagerly tapped my fingers on the steering wheel as I looked around through my car windows. I have to admit this neighborhood isn't half bad, but it's too quiet. It's going to be difficult to go through with what I have planned for tonight.
I grab my phone off the seat and dial up Sean. In case you didn't know, I have a gang. We each have our own talents in the group. Sean McCaul, he is a expert in hacking into blocked things and decoding numbers, also good at locating people and or objects that we need. Gavin Hale, he hooks us up with the best weapons and equipment out there. Probably why were the best. David McGrath, he is the one who calls in shipments in and out. By shipments, I mean anything. He has been to jail more then ten times dealing with drugs and other illegal substances/crimes. He gets us what we need. When we need it. Alex Bates, he has people on speed dial for us all over the place in case we need backup, such as here in Canada, California, Nevada, and more. Most are local but they're a fair share of them father away dealing with other business we can't get to. Lastly, there's me. Justin Bieber, I'm the baddest guy out here. I eliminate any gang or people that stand in my way. I get people to spy on my rivals. And if they fail their job or show lack of work... Well, I think you can guess since I'm the most wanted criminal. Cops have been trying to get me for years now with all the murders that have been going on. But they can never find me, and the fact they have no proof I did it, even though I really did. But I can't take all the credit, my gang and I work together. Although not every murder is by me or my boys. There are other gangs here, many actually. We all have our own business, and our own territory. If one goes on someone's turf or conflicts else's business, it's like a easy bullet to the head. You're begging to get killed. And that's when it all goes down.
I hold my phone to my ear with a firm grip as I hear the ringing.

(Phone Conversation)

"Yo man, Sup?"

"I'm outside the Parker house right now"

"Thought we weren't hitten that place up till tonight?"

"Think we have a change of plans man, neighborhood is fucking silent. No way we can go shooting at one in the morning without some dumb fuck calling the cops."

"So you're saying we should cancel the hit?"

"No, of course not. No way am I going to bale out on this cause of some annoying people and the cops. What I'm saying is if we do it now while everyone is busy, we have a better chance of getting it done, and leaving the scene fast."

"Aight, I'll get the guys and we'll get what's needed. We'll be there in twenty."

(End of call)

I press the end button and toss my phone in the seat compartment, where I keep other devices. I spot my gun at the bottom and lift it up into my hands. I grin at my prized possession then stare out the car window at the Parker house. Soon they'll just be a distant memory once I'm through with them...