Mine (SEQUEL)

Chapter 11

Justin's POV

We got to Packo's main warehouse in Florida. We were going to fuck him over the way he did us. Like I said, no one gets in between me and my money.

"You three set eight bombs in the corners of the house and the front." I spoke to Tyler, Brandon and Alex, getting nod from all three.

"You guys will stay in the back, in case some of them think they're slick to try and escape." I informed Jake, Zac and Matt.

"Ryan, Malcolm and I will distract them and keep and eye out." I whispered to all of them.

"Now, get to your places." They all separated, getting to their designated spot.

As Ryan, Malcolm and I took cover, Ryan broke the silence between us.

"So, I met up with Demi and she said you guys are still together." He blurted out of nowhere.

"Look, I-"

"It's okay, we're all okay with it. We know how much you love her man." Ryan smiled.

"Thanks bro. Appreciate it." I punched his arm.

"Sorry to ruin your "bro" moment, but I think some of Packo's boys are coming out." Malcolm interrupted.

Suddenly we heard gunshots come out of the warehouse. I looked up to see his boys shooting bullets around us.

"Let's go!" I shouted as all three of us got up and started to attack. Killing off one man at a time, our gang was basically winning. As I was killing off the men, I felt a sharp pain hit my arm.

"Fuck." I cursed.

"Oh shit." Ryan saw the big wound in my arm.

We took cover again.

"Alright boys. Take cover. We're about to blow this shit up." I said, through the walkey talkey. Instantly, the timers started ticking.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

BOOM BOOM BOOM

"Yo! What the fuck happened?" I heard Ryan yell.

"We won. WE FUCKING WON!" I yelled the last part in excitement. Out of nowhere, I hear the guys coming in cheering and hollering.

"Good job boys." I said, proudly.

"Fuck, Ryan that hurts." I winced at the pain on my right arm.

"Suck it up boy." He laughed, removing the last bullet that went in my arm.

The gang and I decided to crash at some random hotel for the night. We agreed to leave in the morning. I couldn't be away from my baby any longer.

We were all getting ready to go to bed. I stripped down until I was in nothing but my boxers. Settling myself in bed, I sighed tiredly. I pulled out my phone and started to text Demi.

"Hey Babe. Just wanted to tell you that I'm completely fine and that I'll be home tomorrow. I love you."

Not a second later, she replies.

Demi:

"I know you are somewhat hurt, but at least you're not dead. YAYY! I miss my baby thug. I love you too. XOXO"

I smiled at her cuteness. I honestly miss Demi so much. I've never been so far from her and I just wish I was at home giving her some dick.

What? We haven't done it in weeks. Sorry for being sexually frustrated.

I was scrolling through my phone, when I found pictures of Demi and I. I looked through all of them and smiled at each one. Ryan came by and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Admiring Demi's nudes hmm?" Ryan joked as I threw my head back with laughter.

You miss her, don't you?" He asked, his voice getting a little low.

"She's my everything Ry. I don't know what I would do without her." I smiled at another picture of Demi and I.

"I'm sorry if I ever said that Demi was a distraction. You guys are actually meant for each other. You both make each other happy and your bond is so strong." He settled into bed with me.

"It's alright man. Just know that I'd always have your back, no matter what." I fist pumped Ryan as we dozed off to sleep.

My phone was suddenly vibrating. It must be Demi. I answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"You thought you were slick eh Bieber?" I heard a deep man's voice on the other line.