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Tricks and gimmicks

Jason's Pov:

I watched as Scooter slowly and intentively walked around Justin, eyeing every inch of his limp body. "Look's like you beat him up pretty good, McCann. Nice work." He said with a smirk. I smiled and nodded in agreement, "He was a fun one, Boss. It was my pleasure." I smirked at him that devilish smirk i give him after i completed every one of his requests. His requests were to capture certain people he wanted dead. He's got a huge list of people he wants dead but he couldn't do it alone so he found me. I get paid- a million dollars each kill. So at age 14 when he first found me and gave me that offer- theres was no i was backing out of that.

I mean, i don't like people. Never did. I dont give a shit about them and i kill without mercy. That's how i roll. That's how Jason fucking McCann rolls.

So ever since i was 14 ive been apart of Scooters gang. Me, him and two others guys named Dave and Drew. But neither of them are stronger than me and thats a fact. I kill- they just help. And killing Justin was giving me more then a million dollars: try 1 billion. I was gonna become the richest motherfucking teen out there. Serial killer or not. I'm gonna be fucking rich.

But what Scooter doesn't know is that i didn't kill Justin and that i wont. I have no idea how im going to hide this from him.. but im gonna find a way.

I'm reassembled from my thoughts as i heard Scooter say, "bruises look good. Cut's look fresh." He pauses to lift up his shirt to reveal basically skin and bones. I bit my lip from saying anything since the feeling of guilt rushed through me yet again knowing im starving him. "And you starved him. Damn McCann your're one heartless asshole." He laughed while standing back up. "Very nice work. Im impressed." I smirked "Told you i'd do it Boss. He was a fussy one." I forced a laugh out of myself as he laughed along with me.

"Alright McCann, gonna have Dave and Drew come on down to see him alright? They're gonna help you clean this damn mess up." I shook my head quickly, "No i got it. I'll take care of it." He just looked at me for awhile but eventually nodded, "Sounds good. Just make sure to dump him out back." I quickly nodded "Yes Boss." He smiled and shook my hand, telling me again of what a great job iv'e done and blah blah. Same shit all the time. But i faked a smile and pretended to listen to him as he kept talking. I kept on looking over at Justin to make sure he still wasn't moving. Good boy Bieber.

Scooter finally shut up and left after telling me he would deliver my money by next week. I locked the door and made my way down to the basement and went over to Justin, untying his ankles and after awhile of hesitation, i untied his hands. He looked shocked at my movements too as he slowly sat up and looked at me. I was now on my knees in front of him as he was sat up with his back against the concrete wall. We were inches apart and i swear i felt my stomach doing flips.

"Y-you untied my hands.." He softly spoke.

A smile crept up on my face as i nodded. "Do you want me to tie them again?"

He quickly shook his head no. "Then don't comment on it. Got it?" I spat in a harsh tone. "Because if you do then we can go right back to square one Bieber."

I watched as he looked down and now that same fucking feeling rushed through me agin. Guilt. What the fuck Jason. I sighed in annoyance and harshly demanded "Look at me when im fucking talking to you."

He immediately looked up at me with those pair of hazel eyes and they were filled with sadness. I could see it. I shook my head and looked away. I thought for awhile and took a deep breath to calm down. "You did good. Boss thinks your dead so your safe. For now. Im gonna have to keep you here... I dont know for how long or how. But it'll need to work." I rubbed my face in frustation.

I didn't look at him until i heard his silent sobs and thats when i looked up to see him with his head down and tears running down his face. That's when i felt my heart fucking shatter into a million pieces. His sobs became louder as he then began hicupping and he never sounded this broken until now. Not even when i was hitiing him.. or when i was about to "kill" him. These tears were real the sobs were loud and at that moment i felt like i needed to comfort him.