Mr and Mrs Bieber (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 2

Justin's P.O.V

A couple of hours later I found myself standing outside the spy girl's door. My protest hadn't ended up well and Bruce forced me to do the mission not caring about my opinion.

Whilst I stood outside, I contemplated on what entry I should go for. Looking around, I noticed her window was slightly open and decided to slide it up some more until the gap was big enough to for my body to squeeze in. Once inside, I tiptoed my way around the house and heard a loud bang coming from the second floor. With my silver custom made pistol held securely around my hands, I followed the sound into a dim lit typical teenage girl room. Fuck. It was all purple and shit. For a second I could've sworn there were lipstick stains on that guy from that shitty musical from Disney or some shit like that's poster.

I realised I was off topic and began walking towards a door. Opening it, I came face to face with the spy whom I guessing is Selena Gomez. I grabbed her arm and twisted it before she could land a punch on my face. I kneeled down on the floor as she ninja  kicked my balls and held me at gunpoint. Before she could pull the trigger,  I grabbed her ankle and brought her down to me. Her gun dropped and I picked it up holding it against her head.

"How the roles have changed." I heavily breathed out.

"Hmph. I underestimated you." She glared.

"Look here missy I need you to listen to me carefully. I'm about to kill you so if you have any family members that you would like to say goodbye to, please do it now, I would like to go home and drink myself to death." 

Before she could register what was happening, I grabbed both of her  arms and held them in my right hand whilst my left hand grabbed her gun and repeatedly bashed it against her head. Blood began dripping down her face and she looked as if she was going to faint. Sad. She then aimlessly, started kicking me around anywhere her legs could reach on my body landing a pretty impressive kick in my balls again. I think I'm going to need surgery after this. I hissed in pain loosening my grip around her  wrists. Slightly distacted by the pain, Selena managed to grab the gun back and shot my arm. It slightly missed and rather than having the bullet through my arm, it glazed on my skin. Pissed as fuck, I grabbed the gun again and shot her left arm. 

"Fuck!" She groaned in pain clutching onto her arm where I had shot her whilst I picked her up and carried her  to my car.