Losing (Sequel to Game On, Bieber) *ON HOLD*

"Just let her live."

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so i know the plot is kinda unrealistic but this is FANFICTION - it's all fake, made up and ANYTHING can happen :) so if anyone has a problem with how this story is going, please keep it  to yourself because it's pointless ranting about it :)

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P.S I AM GOING TO SEE MCBUSTED TOMORROW I HAVE NEVER BEEN THIS EXCITED FFS IWGTOABHP 

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 “Gracie, listen to me,” I said suddenly, moving to kneel in front of her. I looked up at her beautiful face, feeling my inner hatred grow even more. “If I could take it all back, I would. The drugs, the crime, the… murder, everything. But I can’t. All I can do is promise you that I’ve changed – you know that. I’m nothing like I was back then!”

‘Back then’ was two years ago, when I lived in New York. My mom wasn’t around and my dad was never home, so I didn’t really have a good authority figure to keep me in line. When I was 16 and wanting my own job, though, I found Richard. He told me about his line of work, his drug and crime ring, and at first I thought it was flat out dumb, just freaking stupid. But the more I thought about it, the more I grew interested. I’m not gonna say I liked the idea, but something about the business intrigued me. I met up with him again and said I’ d join his “gang” as he’d put it, having no idea of what I was about to face.

As time went on, Richard asked more and more of me and I never failed to complete the tasks he set for me. At first it was simply to go and fetch some coke from a random guy with money that was given to me, but then it got riskier. “We’re gonna rob this store at gunpoint, Justin”; “We’re gonna shoot this one guy, Justin”; “We’re gonna fucking murder these people, Justin”. I was in too deep, how could I say no to Richard? That word wasn’t in your vocabulary when you worked for him. I was constantly high, whether it just be from weed or something much worse. The pills were the worst, and I generally avoided them because they made me tired and confused, but a line of coke started to slip it’s way into my routine.

When I was buzzed like that, I’d do anything.

I’d kill my boss’s son.

It was like something inside of me clicked that night. I’d done a line and my thoughts started to get all jumbled and… dangerous.

Why the fuck should I take orders from him?

He’s ruined my fucking life.

I hate that bastard.

He’s the reason I’m like this right now.

I hate that bastard.

I wanna destroy him.

I hate that bastard.

I wanna destroy him.

I can barely remember what happened. All I can picture in my mind is a gun in my hand, Richard’s son pumped with lead and then non-stop running for hours.

When I got eventually got home, my dad knew something was up. I ended up blurting out the truth eventually and I remember the look of disgust and confusion as I told him. It nearly killed me. For some reason though, he didn’t turn me in – he simply picked us up and moved us away from New York. Considering he had a shit tonne of money, it wasn’t really difficult for him.

To this day though, my father could barely look me in the eye. He got me help for my drug problem and made sure I had money in my back account since he had so much that he didn’t know what to do with it, but that was as far as his love went. I couldn’t say I blamed him for his coldness towards me though, obviously. I didn’t stay at home much however; I ended up sleeping at either Chaz or Ryan’s most of the time.

“Please don’t touch me.” Her voice came out in a wavering whisper and she jerked her knees away from where my hands were resting. I was pretty sure I felt my fucking heart shatter a little bit.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” I raised my hands but I didn’t move back at all. “I’m sorry for all of this. I’m gonna fix this, I’m gonna get you out of this. I love you, Gray, I love you so fucking much, you know that right?” I rambled, desperately trying to get her to look me in the eye. Well, look at any part of me, anywhere but the fucking floor which was where he beautiful blue eyes were trained.

“Please let her go.” I stood up suddenly, turning to face Richard who was looking at me amusedly.

“Let me think.” He tapped his stubbly chin, pausing for a second. “No.”

I groaned, tugging at my hair with my hands.

Noah cleared his throat, choosing to finally fucking speak up. “With all due respect, hurting Gracie won’t do anything, boss. It’ll probably just make Bieber resent you even more.” He pointed out reasonably. Bravely, to be honest.

“Hmm. Fair point, Cruise.” Richard raised his eyebrows. “But I don’t really give a shit. Either this little bastard,” he jabbed a finger at me, “or his whore, are gonna end up bleeding out on this very floor.” Rage and disgust was taking over his voice now and I could sense his anger rising. Due to the fact there was a gun in his jacket, I didn’t really want him to get too upset.

“Richard, I’ll do anything. Just let her live.” My breathy voice shook but I stared him straight in his cold, dead eyes. They were such a dark brown they were practically black and they always made me feel… unsafe.

He seemed to ponder the thought for a moment, his eyes never leaving my own pleading ones.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Work for me again.”

“W-what?” I replied breathlessly.

“You work for me like you did before and I won’t kill anyone. Today.” He added as an afterthought.

Oh no. No fucking way, I couldn’t get involved in that shit again. I just couldn’t.

But one look at Gracie’s quivering body and the fleeting image of her lying dead on the floor, and the answer the bastard wanted involuntarily left my lips.

“Fine.”

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