Collateral Damage- A Justin Bieber Fanfiction

03. Royally Screwed

Ouch. Wincing, I rubbed the side of my head and sat up. I cringed when my hand was met with a sticky liquid and I inspected it carefully. Crimson streaks painted my fingers and I hastily wiped the blood away on my pants. As I came to my senses, I felt my stomach drop and my body tighten with a rush of adrenaline, remembering what had just happened. Wait, was I moving? I leaned forward and glimpsed a strange man with shaggy blond hair gripping the steering wheel tightly. I'm royally screwed; there's no way I can jump from a speeding vehicle and survive, is there? I looked from side to side and jumped when my gaze connected with a pair of steely grey eyes that were unnervingly close to mine. The man next to me laughed when I jerked backwards, and I grimaced at the pain in my skull.

"About time you woke up," he sneered.

I tried to swallow but a lump filled my throat. I reached to my other side, sliding my hand across my seat and up the car door, searching for a handle.

"Don't even try," he scoffed.

I reluctantly brought my hand back to my side. After a moment of silence, I tentatively brought my eyes to his. I recognized him as the one I had crashed into earlier. He was a large man with chiseled, masculine features and a closely cropped head of salt and pepper hair.

"Will you at least tell me where you're taking me?" I asked.

The man groaned in annoyance and turned his head to the front.

"You're damn lucky I let you live; don't make me reconsider," he growled.

Surprisingly, his voice didn't sound too threatening, but I kept quiet and crossed my arms in front of me. I wasn't about to take any chances; not now anyways.

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We drove for a while longer before pulling off the main road. I had been trying to hatch an escape plan, but my aching head failed me. Oh man, I was in such deep shit. We followed a smoothly paved side street for about a minute before the car rolled to a stop. The blond in the front seat got out of the vehicle and strode quickly to my door. It opened with a click and I was whisked out into the cool air. An enormous structure loomed in front of me. The rising sun cast a halo around the rooftop and I couldn't help but admire the house's magnificence. Its pine walls were covered with stretches of tall windows and a grand stone stairway led to the front entrance. I strained to see through the massive glass panels, but all I could make out were shadows.

I was snapped out of my daze by the grip of a callused hand on my forearm and the men escorted me up the steps and inside. Before I had a chance to look around, they quickly led me up another set of stairs within the house and down a wide hallway with forest green wallpaper. A single chair marked the end of the hall and they motioned for me to sit. The metal was cold and smooth beneath me and I nervously cracked my fingers. I hated feeling this helpless.

Blond guy knocked on a door to the left. After a moment, I realized that I could hear noises coming from the other side of the wall. I blushed when I identified the sounds as moaning and the squeaking of bedsprings. The men seemed either ignorant or simply accustomed to the sounds emitting from the room.

Over the next few minutes, the moans grew louder and louder and my body flushed in embarrassed, feeling like I was I intruding on something personal. Finally, blondie grew impatient and knocked on the door again; the noises suddenly stopped. I let out the breath I had been holding in. He laughed when he saw my face and I glared at him and spit. I silently cursed myself for being such an idiot as his expression turned stony.

"Jake," a raspy voice growled out.

The word rang through the hall and the blond, Jake, backed away from my cowering form. I dared to look up and was shocked at what I saw in front of me.

His skin was smooth and golden and his muscles were taut. Droplets of perspiration dotted his face and neck and his strong arms were decorated with dark etchings of tattoos. His mussed, sweaty hair was a chestnut brown and his angry eyes were dark chocolate swirls with flecks of honey. He stood about five feet away from me in only a pair of black boxer-briefs to cover his raging erection. He caught me staring and I ripped my eyes away shamefully.

"Who the fuck is this?" He pointed at me furiously.

Jake and the other man looked at each other nervously. I was captivated by how strongly this mystery man frightened them; I guessed that he was the boss around here.

"Well Justin, Evan and I uh... We had a little... Issue with the order today."

Justin breathed in sharply through his nose.

"Get to the goddamn point I don't have all fucking day," he looked down at himself boldly.

Evan spoke up.

"Jake went after McLellin and got the job done, but this chick saw it happen. We didn't know what the hell to do so we brought her back with us. Should we just get rid of her?"

My heart thumped at Evan's suggestion and I felt goosebumps prickle my arms beneath the confinement of my jacket. Whoever McLellin was, he must have been important.

I thought back to earlier and felt a pang of uneasiness. I looked next to me and observed Jake's stature. He killed a man. The thought took a while to sink in.

He was an average sized guy, 5'10, 5'11 maybe, and he had a plain looking face. His features were proportionate, other than his crooked nose, and his lips were a thin line of concentration. He wore a brass ring around his pinky finger and I watched him twirl it thoughtfully.

My attention turned back to Justin as he sighed irritably and clenched his knuckles. This was evidently the man who determined my future... I didn't know how I felt about that.

A gorgeous redhead's face poked out from the doorway behind him.

"Baby, are you coming back?" Her voice was a whisper escaping her plump lips. Her body screamed of sex-appeal as she fingered the lace of her thong.

Justin spun around and looked her up and down. He turned back to the men, his eyes full of lust.

"Give me a minute," he swallowed.

He turned around and followed the girl into the room where he proceeded to leave the door open. The moans resumed and I rested my chin on my hands, desperately trying to conceal my anxiety from the men beside me. I heard the girl squeal and Justin groan out a few words before the the noise subsided. He reappeared in a pair of loose grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He impatiently motioned for the men to follow him. They pushed me along the hallway behind him and my eyes wandered over his body. His back muscles tensed as he moved and I could make out fresh fingernail scratches down his shoulders and spine.

After walking through a few more seemingly endless hallways and slipping down a winding wooden staircase, I found myself in a rather large room with a roaring stone fireplace and a couple of long leather couches. Justin motioned for us to take a seat and I slowly lowered myself onto the supple, smooth material. I wrung my hands and kept my eyes to the ground as Jake and Evan crashed down beside me. I studied the knots in the shiny hardwood floor while I waited in silence for someone to speak. I wanted to say something, but I wasn't about to push my luck. Justin sat a few steps away from us on the other couch and I could hear his low breathing.

"So.."

My eyes sprung to Justin as he spoke at last. The firelight danced over his firm torso and arms and licked greedily at his angled jawline. He brought his tongue over his bottom lip and squinted his eyes before continuing.

"What am I going to do with you?"

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You finally got to meet Justin!! How excited are you? ;) I can't wait for you guys to see what's next; I have pretty crazy plans for this story. Please continue to leave comments and vote for me, it really motivates me and I appreciate it so much!! I'll try to update multiple times per week and I'll definitely update tomorrow, but I have a pretty busy schedule so it might end up being one update per week... We'll see!
-jennie