Revenge

Chapter 2: The Start

Hey guys! I know i left yall with a cliff hanger please forgive me. and forgive me again because theres another one here to! ;) Love you guys and hope you enjoy i know there will be typos so please dont judge!

- amina

Justins POV:

Her head hung down. All the life out of her.

And it was my fault. My girl is dead because I couldn’t protect her.

That only triggered one thing.

My dark side to come out.

I knew what I had to do.  I needed to kill every single Cobra member. Starting with Will.

But I couldn’t just do it. I needed to make him feel every ounce of pain that I am right now. He would feel it.

So instead of killing every single one of them I just went to Will.

“You’re going to regret that.”

“Oh really Bieber”

He’s trying to piss me off even more and its working. I fumble with my knife and stab him in the side as well as taking that moment to take his gun away from his hands.

Now holding it up to his temple.

“Put all your weapons down or I shoot.” Telling the rest of his gang.

Surprisingly they listened and put down their weapons.

“move away from the door and let us out.”

“oh and boys get Kennedy. Im not leaving her here.”

My boys nodded and got Kennedy.

We slowly went up the steps and out the door.

We have their dickhead leader. None of them would dare do anything and Will wasn’t speaking which is what I found confusing.

“what has you so quiet will?”

No answer.

“Will.” I said growing impatient.

I look down and saw hes knocked out from the loss of blood. Shit.

I got him to the car and tied his hands and feet. I also duck taped his mouth shut.

I had one of the guys help his wound. I wouldn’t dare do anything to help and having him unconscious through what im about to put him through would be useless.

I get into the car with my boys and we pull off to our warehouse.

After about 15 minutes of silent driving we get there. I get out and storm into my room.

The room I shared with Kennedy. I break down and sit at the end of the bed with my head in my hands.

I stopped almost as fast as I started. Crying isn’t going to bring her back.

I stand and start tearing the room apart. The pictures I saw I chucked them across the room into the wall. The books were everywhere since she loved to read. Finally I took the dresser and knocked it over.

With all the noise I thought at least one of the guys would have come up here but they were smart to not disturb me during my grieving.

I would never walk into this room the same.  Maybe I would never go in here.

When im done I walk out and go down the stairs.

The guys are sitting around quiet.

Bruce is the first to speak up, “We’re sorry bro. We know how much she meant to you. Well how much she meant to all of us. Im sorry we couldn’t stop it.”

“Its okay. Theres no way anyone could have saved her, by the way where did you put her body?”

“Jessica and Kourtney have her. They are cleaning her body for the funeral.”

I cringe at the thought, having to go to my girlfriends funeral.

If anything she should be going to mine. I always told her that I was going to protect her and know look.

“Okay. Im going to go handle Will now. Is he conscious?”

Bruce nodded.

I walked down the stairs into the basement and went into the room I knew I would find him in.

He was untouched.

Good.  I thought the guys would know better than to touch him.

I walked in and he was giving me the death glare like it would do anything. I smirked at the thought.

“Well, well well. What do we have here? A turn of events.” I laughed menacingly.

“Get on with it Bieber. I know youre going to kill me.” He spat.

“Oh yeah I am but in the worst way possible. Im going to make you feel every ounce of pain I felt  when you killed her. You are going to die a slow and painful death.”

I sounded psychotic but I didn’t care. To be honest it was my dark side.

The side that was hidden when Kennedy came into my life. She helped control it but now she’s not here.

 I pray for every single one of the Cobras. They aren’t going to see it coming.

But I had to handle the situation at hand.

“Let’s get started.” I say with a sly grin.