Mr and Mrs Bieber (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

Mr and Mrs Bieber : Chapter 1

Selena's P.O.V

Being a spy has its pros and cons. Despite the fact that most of them were cons, I couldn't help but love what I do. 

I became a spy when I was fifteen. It was around the time that it had hit me that my parents were brutally murdered and they were never coming back. Ever. That thought had angered me to the point of breaking until I had accidentally stumbled upon a locked wooden box when I went out for a walk. Being the curious fifteen years old I was, I banged it on the ground, stomping on it multiple of times before it cracked open. I grabbed it and pulled off the wooden pieces and it revealed a diamond necklace. I thought nothing of it and placed it around my neck before continuing my walk down the isolated neighborhood where my house was situated. Exactly two weeks later, a knock sounded through the house and I hadn't bothered to answer it. Whoever was at the door knocked again, this time more violently. When I opened it, a bunch of built muscular men busted into the house and before I could utter a word, I had blacked out.  

So that's basically all I could remember of how I became a spy. 

I was sat in my room with my laptop on my lap and all by books surrounding me. I had a huge history exam coming up and failing was not an option.

 As a member of the Spy Federation Unit, also know as SFU, maintaining exceptional grades were a must and if I achieved any lower than an A, I'll be condemned to a full month of computer programming. I know it doesn't sound bad or anything but being stuck with computer programmers is irritating. Especially since its mostly snorting stuck up boys who seem to think its okay to hit on anyone they wish to hit on. Everyone there is simply rude and annoying and I would rather be stuck in horse shit for a month than be stuck with them for a month.   

"Hello?" I answered as my phone rang. 

"Selena shouldn't you be studying instead of being on your phone?" I could imagine Solange, my carer asked. 

"For your information Solange, I was studying until you decided to disturb me." I rolled my eyes. 

Solange Mayun has been my carer ever since my parents died. She's been one to attend all my parent teacher meeting and I've never failed to impress her. She always says its because of her good parenting skills but I just laugh at her face. There's been multiple of occasions when I've wanted to tell her about being a spy but I have always chickened out. Many people think she's my actual mother. We've got the same dark wavy hair (mine waist length whilst hers was cut in a bob), almost the same brown shade of eyes. Its really easy to mistake us as family. 

  "Ah sorry," she laughed. "Can you stop by Daisy's Playgroup and pick her up for me please? I have an important meeting so I can't really pick her up myself."

"Sure.Okay." 

"Thanks bye!" She said before hanging up. Daisy is Solange's two years old daughter. She's extremely cute and if  I liked children, I might even want to spend time with her every now and then. But I don't. There's nothing I despised more than children. If they're not crying, they're shitting. Disgusting.

My phone rang once again and I answered without checking the caller I.D.

"What now Solange?" I groaned irritated.

"Selena it's Agent Murphy," shit my boss. "I recently hacked into a gang's computer and came across one of their missions that's occurring soon. A young man whose name is Justin Bieber is going to be sent to kill you. Let him think he's won you over as I need you to go undercover and report back every move they make to the headquarters."

"Alright sir. What time should I expect him?"

"I'm not sure. I think in about three hours give-or-take." He sighs.

"I'll get right on it. Bye." I hung up and prepared myself to be ambushed.

Justin's P.O.V

Getting blood off my new Armani white shirt was harder than expected so I ended up burning it. Last night's mission had completely worn me out that I collapsed on my bed in my bloody stained shirt, still fully dressed. It may have not been my first mission but it was definitely the most exhausting one so far. 

So when I woke up this morning, I reeked of blood and my hands were sticky. My gun on the bedside table was still dripping blood and I groaned in annoyance. Nevertheless, I was extremely proud for taking on ten men on my own. Before I had gone on my mission last night my mind was a nervous wreck but I had managed to pull it together before going. 

"There he is! The man with the unbelievable killing streak!" Bruce, our gang leader cheered along with the rest of he gang.

There was Chaz Sommers, he's probably the most annoying one of all of us but also the funniest. He likes to ease the tension which we're all very thankful for. If it wasn't for him, we could all be dead by now. Well, that is if stares could kill. 

Then there was Zayn Malik, he's the 'charming' one (according to the girls) and he's easily distracted. 

Next is Bruce, the leader, the all powerful, the 'I take no shit from anyone'. Apart from me, of course. 

Megan Fox is the baddest of the girls. She's the one with the highest heels or whatever girls like to compete about these days. I couldn't care less. 

Yvana almost resembles the freakishly sexy cheerleader or the hottest nurse in a hospital. She, like Bruce, doesn't take shit from anyone and like me, she doesn't hesitate to kill. Some may say that's the worst characteristic for a girl to have but not us. 

"Why y'all up so early?" I groaned. 

"Justin its one in the afternoon." Megan laughed as she stood up. She walked up to me and gave me a quick hug before running upstairs. 

"Anyway, get prepared since you have another mission tonight." Bruce said. 

What?

"What? What do you mean tonight?" 

"I mean tonight as in tonight. There's a spy on the loose and I don't want her alive or else we're going to become her next target. She's eighteen but she's got the highest rank as the top spy girl out there. I want her dead." Bruce said in a 'duh' tone. 

"No no no. I just single handed killed ten fucking people a couple of hours ago and now you want me to, what? Kill some fucking spy girl. No send someone else." I was getting pissed really quick just like yesterday. I couldn't help it. My anger always gets the best of me.