This Is My Job

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JUSTIN'S P.O.V

I parked my black convertible in the garage and got out of it before putting my car key on the hanger with different multiple car keys on it.

My father is well known in the business industry and he owns like...eight cars. I own three and my mom has about five, although she barely uses them.

But although my dad has all this power and money, he doesn't show off with it or use it for bad. He would always say, 'It's never too late to be kind and give back'. or 'Nobody's perfect. People make mistakes, but that doesn't mean that they can't fix them.' 

My father is a very loyal man and such a great role-model. Both of my parents are and I respect and look up to them because of that. They work so hard and make so much sacrifices and our family may not be perfect, but to me it is and I thank the big man upstairs everyday for that.

I walked into the house. "I'm home!" I yelled. "Bieber!" I heard a very small, fragile voice yell before I heard fast moving feet padding on the squeaky, clean wooden floor. "Jazzy! Jaxo!" I yelled, engulfing my two little siblings into a big hug.

"We missed you, Bieber!" Jaxon exclaimed. "Awww.  I missed you guys too." I smiled down at the two kids that I adore. "Sweetheart? Is that you?" My mom shouted from the kitchen. The kids ran back upstairs and I walked into the kitchen.

My mom was infront of the stove, stirring something in a pot. I walked up to her. "Yeah ma, it's me." I said before pecking her cheek. I grabbed an apple and sat down on one of the stools at the island.

"How was school, honey?" she asked, covering the pot of good- smelling food and turning to face me. "The same as every other day. Shity." She glared at me. My mom doesn't like when I use profanities to, as I say, 'add some bizazz' to my speech.

I coughed. "Uh, sorry. It's just-it bothers me that the kids at school put labels on people just because of how they look or dress. It's just not fair." My mom gave me a questioning look.

"What's the problem?" she asked, walking around the island to stand beside me. "I met...someone and this person is 'The Nerd' just because they're super smart, wears glasses and doesn't dress like others. I even heard some kids talking sh-crap about this person for no plain reason."

My mom smirked. "It's a girl. Isn't it?" she said, a smile plastered on her face. "How'd you know?" I asked her. "I just do. But don't let what others say or do get to you, sweetie. We don't want what happened last year to be repeated, now do we?"
I held my head down in shame. "No ma." My mom smiled and held my chin up. "It's okay, honey. You're still my sweet little baby boy." she cooed, ruffling my hair. I slapped her hands away. "Ma!" I shouted, trying to make my hair look somewhat decent again.

She chuckled before taking a few steps back. "Now, come give 'ma' a hug, ya big duffos." she said. I smiled and stood up before taking my mom into a warm embrace. I rested my chin on the top of her head.

My mom's really short. I kissed her forehead and pulled away, saying, "Well, I'm gonna do some homework. Will dad be here for dinner?"

"He said that he might be a little late, but he will definitely be here for dinner." she answered, looking up at me. "Okay. Love you." I said, smiling from ear to ear. "Love you too, honey." I ran upstairs to my room to take a shower and do some homework.

MERIT'S P.O.V

It's now 9:00 p.m. and the boys and I now in the dark woods. We're all wearing full black with black masks on. Jason had someone draped up against a tree.

"I'm not gonna ask you again, Gonzalez!" he roared. "Where's my fucking money?!" he spat. Gonzalez looked scared shitless, but that's what you get when you mess with my brother.

"You already have more than enough money. That sister of yours is mighty fine, eh? That bitch could get you more than enough money, homie." Gonzalez said, trying to look tough, but I can see him trembling.

"The fuck did you just say about my sister?! Huh?!" Oh. He's gonna get it now! "That's her job. Ain't it?"

Is this dick calling me a slut? Oh hell no!

"Li-" Jason began to say but I cut him off. "May I do the honors?" I asked innocently. "You sure you wanna do this one?" he asked. I smirked. "Fucking positive."

"Okay." Jason said with a shrug, before walking over to give me a high-five. "Don't torture him too badly." he whispered. "No promises."

I slowly walked over to where Logan and Elliot were holding up Gonzalez. "Do you want me to show you what my job is?" I asked him seductively. He nodded. "Okay. Let him go boys."

They let him go and I was now standing right infront of him. I slowly ran my hand up and down his arm. He stared at me intently as I removed the mask from my face and gave it to Logan.

I slowly walked around him, running my fingers on his upper body in the process. I then stopped infront of him again and slowly walked forwards until his back hit the tree again. I put my hand under his shirt, feeling his hardcore abs.

Awww. His abs are nice. It's too bad that he's gonna die.

I leaned up and licked his chin and he closed his eyes and let out a groan. He couldn't resist me anymore and he cupped my ass with his hands. I started to leave light kisses on his jawline while I slowly retrieved my gun from the back of my tights.

I pulled away from his face and slowly leaned in as if I was going to kiss him. I stopped at a inch away from his face and smirked evily. "Gonzalez?" I asked in a whisper. His eyes flickered open.

"Hm?" he hummed, not knowing what was coming next. I held the gun up to his head and his breath hitched.

"This is my job, asshole."

I pulled the trigger and in a few seconds, he was lying on the ground, lifeless, in his own puddle of blood.  I walked over to the boys and they all gave me high-fives.

"Okay guys. Let's clean up and leave." Jason said. Everyone nodded and we all did what was needed to be done.

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Damn...she feisty.

I would be scared by only standing two feet near a gun! Lol.

No, seriously. -_-

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