Claimed ~ Justin Bieber

Chapter Seventy

Songs for this chapter are:

Next 2 You - Chris Brown ft. Justin Bieber

Sign of the Times - Harry Styles

Sucker for Pain - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons

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Justin's POV

"I can't believe you shot someone, I'm so proud of you, baby." I beamed a smile filled with pride. My innocent little kitten shot someone, the thought boggles my mind. I could not even imagine her holding a gun, let alone using it. She was becoming more like me everyday - I didn't necessarily know if that was a good or bad thing.

"Shut up," she mumbled playfully. Brooke hovered over me with a damp towel, slowly wiping away at the blood I had plastered on my face.  I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warm water, and Brooke's gentle touch. 

Tyler was driving, following behind my father who was leading us to Dr. Scotch. I was excited yet sheepish to trust my dad; it would be such a large weight lifted off my shoulders to not have to worry about him. Then again, I wouldn't have to worry about him if I just killed him.

"All done," Brooke murmured, wringing out the bloody, wet towel into a bucket.

"Thanks, princess," I cheesed, grabbing her wrist and tugging her down so she laid beside me. She grinned, turning her head so she faced me. "how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." She whispered, leaning in to give me a kiss. I instantly grabbed onto the back of her head, making the kiss anything but innocent as I traced my tongue along her lips before shoving it into her mouth. I rolled on top of her, smirking.

"You're fine because you're with me, isn't that right, baby?" I concluded, loving that she wanted to be with me at any second. There were a lot of evil things on Earth, even including me, yet Brooke knew as long as she was with me, everything would somehow turn to gold. It was my greatest accomplishment.

She giggled and nodded, staring up at me with her big blue eyes. She oozed innocence, regardless of the fact she viewed a torturous murder or even that she shot someone.  I wished that she could be by my side forever, and I was living for the fact that she had become so clingy.  Ever since I got out of the mental institution, I purposely showered her with things that would make her feel closer to me.  The engagement, the sex, both of those together made her clasp onto me like never before.  She didn't know, only because I was sneaky about doing so.  "You love me, don't you, kitten?" I purred, watching her cheeks turn pink.

"Of course I do, Justin." She laughed, confused as to why I was asking such a weird question.  I just loved to hear her say it, and it definitely blew up my ego. 

I sat up in the leather seat. "Come curl up in my lap, baby." I motioned her over with a flick of my finger, and she immediately complied.  I grinned at her obedience, sighing deeply as she curled into my chest.  I rested a hand on her thigh, massaging the denim covered material.  Her hands slithered around my neck, causing my head to turn to give her the attention she wanted.

"Y'all are so cute, it disgusts me." Tyler grimaced as he stared at us through the rearview mirror.  I smirked, we were so cute.

"Are you going in with your dad, to kill Dr. Scotch?" Brooke quietly asked. 

"Yes, I need to make sure he does the job." I spoke in a soft, hushed tone - it was her favourite tone.  She said it was calming, and right now, all she needed to be was calm.  I suppose I needed to be calm, too, considering I wasn't going to kill Scotch myself.