Psychotic

Chapter 14

||*Justin Bieber*||

I slammed the door closed as I entered my bedroom.

Cursing incoherent words as I kicked a chair placed in the middle of the room before running my hand through my hair pulling it at the ends.

"Fuck!" I murmured between pursed teeth.

I sat on the bed resting my elbows on each knee looking down at my black Supras.

Suddenly my phone started to vibrate and in a movement i slid it out of my back pocket of my ocean-blue jeans.

"Who is it?" I questioned annoyed.

"Khalil, Bro are you ok?" My friend voice soothed my anger a little.

"Yeah, just tired, what do you want bro?" I asked lifting my gaze to the opened window of my room waiting for his answer.

"Aaron set a work for us, a person that hasn't paid yet, you know..." I heard Khalil chuckling on the other line.

"Ok, wait on the hall the apartment, I'll meet you there" I disposed to say before hanging up the phone.

Sliding it inside my back pocket again I stood and opened the door of my room grabbing a black leather jacket before doing so.

I saw Katrina sitting on the floor with both hands covering her face.

I bit on my bottom lip making my way to her.

"Katrina, cheer up, i need to go" I kneeled next to her placing one hand on her back to show her support.

I waited for a reply, which didn't appear, instead she pulled her middle finger up to my face.

I pressed my teeth together feeling.my anger raising again.

Calm down Justin, it's not the time.

"You have food and drinks inside the fridge, make yourself comfortable" I stated coldly mocking the last sentence.

After a last smile yet filled with disappointment I stood unlocking the door and exiting the apartment making sure to lock it again.

Sliding the package of cigarette out from my front pocket i pressed the groundfloor button on the lift's panel

lighting one cigar as the lift moved down to where i wanted to go.

I placed the cigar between my index and heart fingers exhaling the smoke.

Finally the door opened and i step out already describing Khalil waiting leaning his back on the wall of the entrance.

"Fast Khal" I curved my lips into a smile handshaking Khalil's hand. "Who is the guy that we have to pay a visit? I asked as we walked out of the building.

"Johnson Clay, 45, he asked for a credit a few months ago and he hasn't give a single penny since then, he thought he could escape by moving to other house, retarded... " Khalil informed me as we entered his black Lamborgini.

"Well that fucker is gonna get a huge suprise" I smirked as Khalil started the ignition stepping on the accelerator pedal afterwards.

"Where were you yesterday Bieber?" Khalil asked after some minutes if complete silence.

I clenched my jaw keeping my eyes on the window as we drove fastly through the wet streets due to the rain.

I knew I had to answer, if not Khalil would suspect something.

"I went to the park, to clear my mind, and then i went to that night club with strippers" I said resting my head on my knuckles.

"The park? Dude what a pussy, did you get any hoe?" Khalil chuckled turning to the left on the next intersection.

"The hottest one" I bit on my bottom lip thinking about Katrina and her soft skin.

Te conversation ended with just a small giggle coming from Khalil.

The morning darkened due to the intense fog and rain threatening the city.

"We are here" Khalil lowered his voice switching off the car and opening his door.

I did the same closing the door behind me.

A thunder intensified our steps getting closer to a rustic medium sized house.

"Such a shame, it is a beautiful house" I mumbled to myself as Khalil threw to me a long baseball bat with a metal skewers on the top.

In just in movement i kicked the door off slamming it open.

Both of us entered with no hesitation. A fat figure ran upstairs.

"Im not in the mood for games Johnson " I rolled my eyes rushing upstairs in twos, Khalil following me.

We heard sobs coming from one of the four closed doors of the first floor.

Kicking each we started to break whatever we had infront of us.

We entered in the last room, what i guessed was the matrimony one since it had a king sized bed and women and men clothes on top of the bed.

I turned back to Khalil who cocked his head to a big closet placed at the back of the room.

I faked steps going out of the room slamming the door shut afterwards.

We kept quiet for a few seconds waiting for him to fall in our trap, he did.

The door of the closet opened slowly revealing only the head of a chubby man with grizzly hair, a bald patch just at his crown.

"Do you think that we are stupid Clay?" I asked sarcastically as he gulped widening his eyes.

"Please i will give you back the money, i just need more time!" He pleaded in desperation knowing what was going to happen to him.

"Time is up Clay" I smirked devilish as i gestured with my head to Khalil to get him.

He grabbed the man up kicking him back onto the floor just right infront of me.

"You had the money Clay, if not you wouldn't have bought this beautiful house" I said stepping on his hand making him to scream in pain, i broke it.

"Please Bieber don't do it, I-i will pay back, just give me another week!" He pleaded trying to resist the pain of his hand.

I sighed keeping my smile. "You had more than five months to pay, as i said, time is up" I pulled my revolver out of my belt pointing right into his forehead.

Into a last intent he slid his wallet of his pocket "Look please i have a wife and a little daughter called Farrah, she is only 6" He added showing up to me a photo of what i guessed was his wife and daughter.

"Those things don't work with me, never mess with The Bizzle" I spoke before pulling the trigger.

A strong shot cut through the atmosphere.

Done.