BitterSweet Love (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Thirty Five: Fuzzy Handcuffs

I was thrown into the passenger seat of a Mercedes Benz. My wrist was clasped with a handcuff and was attached to the hand aid on the upper side of the car. The masked villian himself walked around to get into the front seat.

"Fuzzy handcuffs?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "What are you gonna do? Sex slave me?"

"Just shut up, ok?"

"This is the most comfortable kidnapping I've has so far I'll give you that."

"This isn't your first time?"

"I guess you could say that I'm a bit of a damsel."

"Wow."

"So who hired you to do this?"

"No one. I work for myself."

"Take off your mask."

"So you can report me to the cops?"

"No, so I can see who I'm dealing with."

"You don't know who I am."

"More the reason to take off your mask."

"For a damsel you sure are demeaning."

"For a goon you sure are collective."

"This is the way it's gonna work princess. I'm going to sell you off to men and you're going please them."

"The hell I won't."

"That isn't your decision."

"You know someone will eventually come along and foil your plan right?"

"Doesn't matter as long as I get paid."

"You're a disgusting excuse for a human being."

"Glad to hear it."

He touched the CD option on the built in sound system choosing to play AM by the Arctic Monkeys.

"I didn't think people still used CDs anymore."

"Radio music is complete crap."

"I'll give you that much."

The sound of a siren and flashing red and blue lights through us off the conversation.

"Shit."

"I guess your plan got foiled before you even got to follow through with it."

He pulled over to the side of the road in surrender. I raised my eyebrow thrown off. "I thought you'd at least try to make a run for it, the idea of prison mustn't scare you much."

He merely took off him mask throwing it in the back seat. He revealed himself to have curly brown hair and sparkling blue eyes paired with plump pink lips. He'll he'd even be attractive if he wasn't a psycho woman seller.

The cop tapped on the window forcing the boy to pull it down. "License in registration, sir?"

"Of course, sir." He pulled out a license handing it to the officer. "May I ask what the problem was?"

"You were speeding 25 over the limit and failed to give your blinker when you turned Mr. Greinke" he paused eyeing the license. "You wouldn't be related to Zack Greinke would you?"

"That would be my brother." He smiled

"He's a great pitcher ya know top of the notch lad."

"Officer may I interrupt?" I cued in finding my chance.

"Darling don't be rude." He gave small chuckle. "This one is what cost me the ticket always in a hurry to get down to the goods, if you know what I mean." They laughed together.