Justin's Point of View:

The blood in my veins froze over as I stood emotionless in the kitchen. I was slowly suffocating, driving myself crazy wondering where she was and what they were doing to her. Just the thought of anybody touching her made me sick to my stomach.

I tried to gain some kind of composure of what was going on but the truth of the matter was that I couldn't because my thoughts always managed to go back to Kelsey.

The silence grew with every heavy breath I took and I knew that Lyndon was thrilled beyond belief that for the first time since they've arrived, he had finally won over me and there was absolutely nothing I could do at this point but oblige to whatever it was that he wanted because he had Kelsey and if I didn't listen, God only knows what that son of a bitch had planned to do to her.

"Where is she?" I seethed with desperation laced in my words.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that just yet."

"What the fuck do you mean you can't tell me?" I yelled all the patience I had left vanishing. "I nearly killed you, you send me here to find my girl gone but you can't tell me where she is?" I hissed, my eyes blazing. "I'm calling on your bluff."

Lyndon seemed to be in thought as he stood silent for what felt like hours though in reality was only a few mere seconds. "You sure you want to do that Bieber?"

Closing my eyes, I inwardly took a deep breath before letting it out. "Where the hell do you have my girl Lyndon?" I spoke sounding each syllable.

"How's your family Justin?" Lyndon sing-sang in a manipulating voice as though he were getting a kick out of this.

My eyebrows pulled into a frown, confusion clouding my mind. "What the hell are you talking about? What does that have anything to do with—?"

"How's your mom?" He continued, ignoring me completely, "Your dad? Brother? Are they doing okay?"

Clenching my jaw, I held my phone close to my ear so hard that I was afraid it'd crumble to pieces. "Where are you going with this Lyndon?" I lowly growled, my muscles tightening.

"What about that little sister of yours? Jazzy," He emphasized her name causing my stomach to plummet to the ground, "Is it? Oh..." He scoffed humorlessly, "She's dead."

Feeling the anger pulsating through my veins as the cries of my sister rang through my ears, I felt my vision blur. "Shut the fuck up."

"Aw, what is it a touchy subject for little Justin Bieber?" Lyndon chuckled menacingly. "Poor kid lost his sister in a bombing meant for him. Is that an on-going thing with you? Everybody you love dying at your own expense?"

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"Jazzy followed you into the warehouse that night during a meeting you had with McCann." Lyndon continued, "What was meant to take you out, took her life instead. Your girl gets kidnapped by Delgado a few years ago and is nearly raped. You kill him end up getting locked up and now here you are... back to square one with your girlfriend nowhere to be found."

I shook my head despite the fact he couldn't see me, my chest constricting violently as my head pounded endlessly like a hammer was beating against it.

"The thought of your girl in the hands of another man, especially an enemy, is enough to drive anybody insane, even you. I know you Justin, I can ready you like a book. You're probably standing there looking like a deer in the headlights. You're scared—you're petrified wondering what's happening right this very second while you're wasting time and your girl is..." He paused letting his unspoken words linger in the air. "What if I told you... she wasn't the only person I had?" He rested with confidence, "Hm? What if I told you I had somebody else you loved? What would you do then?"

Feeling as though everything froze around me and the walls here closing in, I kept my composure, refusing to let myself believe anything he said. "What kind of game are you playing at?"

"It's called reality. I'm always one step ahead of you, Bieber. I know your strengths and weaknesses, I know what you're good at and what you're not and I also happen to know that besides that fiancé of yours, your mother means a great deal to you... doesn't she?" Lyndon laughed as though we had just shared a joke. "Who knew she was such a lovely woman too? Begging for me not to hurt you... just like any real mother should, it was quite amusing actually."

"What the fuck did you do to her?" I bellowed, feeling my heart rate pick up as images of my mom under their control flipped through my head like a scrapbook. I always made sure she was kept at bay, protected from the danger that surrounded my life.

"Nothing... yet, it all really depends on you tonight."

"She has nothing to do with this Lyndon!" I sounded, feeling the perspiration form at my hairline.

"But that's where you're wrong. She has everything to do with this, with you. She's the one person in your life that you can't bear to lose other than Kelsey and you know what?" He stopped for effect, wanting a reaction out of him.

"What?" I rumbled, the familiar pull at my insides reeling making me nauseous.

"I think it'd be funny to see just how much you love that girl of yours..."

Clenching my jaw, my entire body shook. "What the fuck are you doing Lyndon? What is it that you want from me?" I screamed, all the frustrations that were built up inside of me, exploding as I threw one of the glasses next to me across the room.

"Don't you get it?" Lyndon voiced ominously, his voice echoing in my ears as though we were at opposite sides of a tunnel. "I want you to choose."

Running a hand through my hair, I pulled at the ends in frustration, my eyes on the broken glass beneath my feet and before I had the chance to question him again, the line went dead.

Kelsey's Point of View:

Groaning loudly, I felt a huge throbbing at the back of my head as I slowly woke up. Taking in my surroundings while I sat up, my eyes widened at the closed atmosphere the moment I realized I wasn't home.

Gasping, I moved to stand up on my feet only to fall back down. Noticing I was hand chained to a bed, I felt my heart rate pick up. "Hello?" I yelled, my breathing coming out jagged as I fought to control it while trying to pull myself free. "Is anybody here?"

"Oh, look who's awake." A voice spoke from afar, startling me.

Winded, I turned around. Squinting, I could barely make out the body of a man at the other side of the room.

"Who are you?" I asked despite the lump in my throat. "What do you want?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that love." I could sense the smirk on their face as they slowly made their way out of hiding. I nearly wheezed at the sight of him, remembering how Carly had described what one of the Snipers looked like.

"Now, I know I'm good looking babe but you don't have to be so surprised." They grinned as they stood at the other end of the boxed off area, his hands toying with a lighter as he lit up a cigarette.

"Where am I?" I breathed out shakily while looking around. I was trapped in a glass box in the middle of what looked like an empty warehouse with scattered chairs all around, wires at the corners.

"That doesn't matter." He shrugged, his cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips.

"It does when I'm stuck here." I hissed back despite the voice in the back of my head that told me to shut up.

"Ou, feisty one we got here, huh?" The smile on his face made my skin crawl.

Shuffling awkwardly, I looked away, blinking back the tears that threatened to surface. "Why am I here?" I whispered though he heard me loud and clear as if I had shouted it instead.

"Stop with the questions." He snapped, his eyes darkening in anger. "Or I'll beat you into unconsciousness so that I don't have to hear you anymore."

"There won't be any need for that, Cole."

Snapping my head around at the familiar voice, I jumped to my feet. "Spencer!" I cried in surprise, happy to see him, knowing he'd protect me. "You have to help me get out of here."

Finding my eyes, I was taken aback by the dullness inside of his. "And why would I do that?" He numbly questioned.

"Isn't that why you're here...?" I trailed off, my eyes switching between him and Cole as realization soon began to settle in.

"I'm here for a lot of things but saving you ain't one of them." Spencer shrugged as he took a smoke from Cole.

Licking my lips, I swallowed hard, afraid of what my answer would be, "You-you know him?"

"Know me?" Cole scoffed, flicking ashes into the air as he blew out smoke. "He works for us."

Closing my eyes, I shook my head, not being able to believe my ears. "N-no... no, that's impossible. Spencer works for Justin. He-he's my—"

"What?" Cole chuckled, "Watch dog?"

Pressing my lips together, I felt my cheeks heat up at the embarrassment of the situation. "This has got to be a joke... you can't—no. This is not happening right now. Spencer, get me out of here!"

"No." He replied monotonously. "Now shut the fuck up you stupid bitch." He growled lowly, his face set in stone as he stared lifelessly at me.

"Spencer..." I felt light headed as I slowly came to terms with what was going on.

"Now isn't this touching?" Cole faked enthusiasm as he laid a hand to his chest. "It must suck to know that somebody you put all your trust into turned out to be somebody else."

"Why are you doing this? I... I was nothing but a friend to you! You... you," I shook my head, "This entire time, it was all just an act?"

"What the hell else did you think it was? That I actually cared about you or your fucking fiancé?" He spat the term with disgust. "It was all part of the plan to get you to trust me and it worked. You fell for it and now thanks to you, you made it easier for me to finish the job."

"Fuck you." I spat in rage.

"That can be arranged."

"You're revolting." I muttered, looking away from him in repulsion as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

Pulling my knees to my chest, I laid my head against the glass wall surrounding me. Refusing to look towards the sound of a door opening, I held my breath the moment footsteps were heard.

Crouching down in front of me, Spencer looked at me while I looked down at my knees, blinking back the tears as fear crept up the length of my body.

"Look at me." Spencer ordered and for the first time since I had woken up, I felt like throwing up.

Clenching my teeth together, I looked at him with nothing but hatred in my eyes. Building up enough courage, I spit in his face, not wanting to be near him after what he had done.

"Fucking bitch," He spat, wiping his face off. Angry, he leaned forwards, grasping the hair at the back of my head as he tugged me towards him.

I bit my tongue refusing to show him the pain I felt.

"I don't want to hurt you." He warned.

"Too late," I whispered, my eyes bold against his as I kept his gaze, letting him know just how much I despised him.

"Your fiancé deserves everything that's coming to him." Spencer slurred threateningly as his grip tightened.

"No." I whimpered, shaking my head. "He doesn't, none of us do. We did nothing to you..." Despite his grip on my hair, I looked away towards the now empty room. "We treated you like a friend; you were a part of us..."

"You guys were never my friends." Spencer spat as he shoved me backwards before standing. Looking ahead of him, he nodded to whoever was there before turning to me. "I think it's time you accept it." Walking out, he held the door open as somebody else walked in causing my heart to nearly leap out of my chest and onto the ground in front of me.

"Kelsey Jones, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you."

John's Point of View:

Hovering over Carly's small frame, I waited until the explosion subsided and all that was left was the remains of the warehouse. Lifting myself slightly to look down at her, I felt a deep pull at my chest at the sight of my broken girl underneath me. Turning her so that I could see her face, I noticed the swelling in her eyes had gone down but the redness surrounding them had not. "Are you okay?" I whispered, wincing soon after I realized how stupid of a question that was.

Looking up at me, Carly sniffled, tears in her eyes. Without so much as another word, she threw her arms around me, her head digging in the nape of my neck, sobbing uncontrollably.

Tightening my hold on her, I coaxed her gently, my fingers running through her hair as I placed several kisses atop. "Come on baby," Slowly standing up, I brought her with me before hoisting her up in my arms and walking over to the car.

Seating her in the passenger seat, I made my way to the driver's side before starting the car which caused Carly to jump in her seat. Frowning, I leaned over, taking her hand in mine. "You're okay now, I'm right here."

Biting her lower lip as it quivered, Carly fought to look me in the eye as she numbly nodded her head.

Running my thumb across her knuckles, I glanced at Carly every few seconds, noticing every time I had how tired she looked.

The silence grew between us as the only thing heard was the soft rumbling of the car as I drove down the streets.

Opening my mouth to say something, I closed it, knowing that no matter what I said or did, it would never make up for what had happened tonight.

Turning onto our street, I drove up the driveway to see that the other guys had arrived as well. Parking, I got out, making my way around to Carly as I hoisted her up into my arms, closing the door with my hip. Walking up to the front door, I furrowed my brows in confusion upon noticing it was already open.

Entering, a sudden chill ran down my spine as I detected something didn't feel right. Shaking the feeling as Carly gripped onto my shirt, I walked up the stairs and over to our room before settling her down on the bed.

"Do you want to take a bath?" I whispered, pushing her hair back from her face.

Pulling her lips into her mouth, she nodded sheepishly. "Yes," She managed to whisper in a croak.

Helping her out of her clothes before getting her into the tub after it had filled half way with water, I bent down beside it, cupping her cheek into my palm as I ran the pad of my thumb across her swollen cheek. Leaning over, I placed a longing kiss to her forehead before standing up.

"No!" Carly gasped, grabbing onto my hand tightly. "Don't leave me, please."

Looking down at her, I gave her hand a squeeze. "I'll be right back, I promise. I just gotta see what the guys are up to."

Slowly letting go, Carly slipped her hand back into the water.

"They're not going to hurt you again, okay?" I said, grasping her chin as I turned her to face me, trying to convince not only her but myself.

"Okay."

Walking out of the bathroom as I furiously ran my hand up and down the side of my face, mentally kicking myself for leaving her alone at a time like this, I jogged down the stairs before entering the kitchen once I realized no one was in the living room.

Spotting Justin at the counter with his head in his hands, his phone to the side of him with no one in sight, I knew my suspicions were correct. Taking sight of the broken glass, all I could think about was not again. "Where are the guys?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I left them at the warehouse." Justin crisply spoke, his answers vague and to the point, the complete opposite of what I knew him to be.

"Why in the world would you leave—?"

"He has them." Justin cut me off, his eyes distant as he stared off into space. He looked as though he had just seen a ghost and if I hadn't known better, I would have believed he had.

My stomach roiled in culpability. "What are you talking about?"

"Kelsey, they took her." Justin clenched and unclenched his fists, "I was there, I had him John, I was about to kill him, to bring this whole mess to an end but I couldn't because he had her, they took her—Spencer and Matt."

"What? They work for us Justin—"

"No, they work for Lyndon." Justin hissed, turning to me for the first time since I'd entered the room. "They've been working with him since the very start; we were just too stupid to see it. They had planned this all along and we played into their hands tonight."

"Fucks sake," I sighed, running my fingers through my hair as it all pieced together in my head. The way Matt had disappeared all too quickly, the excuses he had as to why he wasn't there when Carly had left... it all made sense. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know..." Justin trailed off, something in his eyes sparking the darkness I knew all too well. "He gave me a choice."

"A choice?"

"Between my mom and Kelsey," Justin shook his head, "He wants me to choose."

"Jesus Christ," My eyes widened at the sudden information I had just been told. "He took Pattie?"

Clenching his jaw tightly, Justin looked down at his hands, the skin on his knuckles stretching over turning them a pure shade of white. "What the hell am I going to do now that he has them? My mom... how could he even—" Stopping himself, Justin turned to me with nothing but anguish in his eyes. "She was never supposed to be caught in the middle of this. Kelsey... she's mine. She's my girl; she's a completely different situation but my mom John..."

"We're going to save her man, we're going to make sure she's okay... there's no way in hell any of us will let her get tangled into our mess. We're going to find her and we're going to find Kelsey. We just have to figure out where they are and what the hell Lyndon wants."

"And how the fuck are we supposed to do that when the fucker won't reveal a thing?"

"We'll get him to talk." I spat impatiently. "He's fucked with every God damn person in our life, he wants to see us panic—this is what he wants. He wants us to fuck up, he wants us to think irrationally and we can't let him."

"How the fuck do you want me to think rationally about this when he's got both Kelsey and my mom?" He screamed frustratingly. "Huh? It's easy for you to talk because you've got your girl already. She's safe, she's home. Mine's God knows where probably scared out of her God damn mind while my mother is probably fighting for her life right now. He wants me to pick between them, do you see the sick and twisted shit he wants?"

Holding the base of my neck in my palm as I rubbed the skin anxiously, I bit back the words that threatened to spill as I stared at the man in front of me. Justin was hanging by a thread at this point and it was only a matter of time before the hem broke and he fell into a bottomless pit of nothing.

"Listen to me," I began, forcing his gaze to focus on mine. "You can't fucking do this to yourself. You've got to find it within you to block out the feelings; the love, the fear, the thoughts of what could be happening right now and focus on your anger. The fuel boiling inside and the exhilaration you need to get this job done. If you let that bastard get inside of your head, he's going to control it all. He'll play you like a puppet and you can't let him."

Wiping the counter clean of the two glasses and plates on top of it so that it all came crashing against the floor, Justin let out a howl of obstruction, his hands in his hair, eyes heated. "This shouldn't even be fucking happening right now! Kelsey, my mom, Carly, they were all supposed to be safe! We promised them they would be safe!" Turning, Justin landed several punches against the wall.

Grabbing onto his arms as I held him back, I shoved him from continuing on with his tactics. "Punching your anger out won't make it better; it won't change what's happened!"

"Don't you see how fucked up this is? How fucked our lives are? This wasn't supposed to happen! We should've never brought them into this... we should've stopped ourselves from getting too attached."

"You love Kelsey and would do anything to protect her!" I retaliated, trying to knock some sense into him.

"But that's not enough now is it?" He countered, "Because look at her now! She's..." Landing another punch to the wall, Justin turned away from it, pacing the floors as he vigorously wiped his face. "And now my mom is caught up in all of this bullshit..." Groaning into his palms, Justin stalked back to where he had placed his phone before grabbing it off the counter.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling that son of a bitch, what the hell do you think?"

Pattie's Point of View:

Blinking at the dim light overhead, I took a look around to notice that I was no longer at the supermarket but in a closed off room instead.

Forcing myself to remain calm as I steadied my breathing, I held my breath as I looked down to see that I was handcuffed to a pole. Panicked, I stood up, brushing myself off ignoring the pain in my legs.

Feeling tears pierce at the corners of my eyes, I covered my mouth with my hand, sobbing silently. Nothing seemed familiar; I had no idea where I was or why I had been taken in the first place.

Jumping, startled at the jiggle of a door knob, I felt my heart beat quicken as the door opened then closed. Not being able to see a thing, I kept my composure as a body brushed up behind me causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

"Mrs. Bieber," A raspy voice spoke, "What a lovely sight to see. Glad to see you're up and running. How're you feeling?"

"Who are you?" I voiced out loud sounding more confident then I felt.

"I don't think that's very important, right now." He growled lowly, his posture like a wolves as he stood just a foot in front of me, the illumination giving off his facial features, his blue eyes shining despite the lack of light.

"What do you want?" I tried again, this time asking a different question.

"What is with you females on asking questions? You're here because I want you here." He spat irritably.

Pressing my lips together, I flinched away at the touch of his fingers against the skin of my cheek. "Don't touch me."

Gripping my face in his hand, he forced me to look at him, his face pulled into a frown. "I'll touch you however I please, do you understand me?"

Looking away, I winced as his fingers dug into me.

"I said, do you understand?" He screamed.

Nodding, I exhaled deeply the moment he let me go though not before he shoved me backwards in return, the metal around my wrist digging into my skin.

"I suggest you watch the way you act around me or you'll be in for far more worse than you've got coming for you."

"I don't even know who you are or what it is that you want!"

A slap echoed around the room as his hand left a print on my cheek. "Next time, I'll have you on your knees if you don't start respecting me soon. Got it?"

Realizing I should've answered, I gasped as he gripped me around my neck, lifting me slightly off the ground. "Got it?" He repeated louder this time.

"Y-yes," I choked out as my hand clawed at his, begging for release.

"Good." Letting me go, he straightened himself up before smoothing his leather jacket over. "I'll be sure to tell your son you said hi."

Looking at him for any sign of fabrications, I gaped at the man in front of me, my stomach churning painfully. "M-my son?"

"Ah, yes, Justin. I don't suppose you thought we took you for our own liking, did you sweetheart because, I for one don't like my woman any older than twenty five. Though you are quite a sight to see, you don't interest me."

"You leave my son out of this!" I yelped as any real mother would. He had gone through enough as it is and I refuse to let him get sucked into this life any further than he already had.

With the death of his younger sister still fresh in his mind, I knew that Justin wouldn't be able to bear the thought of losing his mother as well.

"Too late," He shrugged, "he's already been chosen as the main attraction of tonight's game and you, my dear, are the winning prize if he plays his cards right."

"And if he doesn't?"

"Oh, that's easy." Leaning into my face so that his smoky breath fanned against my face, he wickedly gave me a lopsided grin while twisting my face around to see a bomb placed just a foot away from me. "You die."

Kelsey's Point of View:

"Kelsey Jones, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you."

Rolling my eyes, I stubbornly crossed my arms against my chest, crossing my ankles. "Unfortunately I can't say the same for you."

Chuckling, he grinned. "Now, now, is that any way to treat the guy who's got your life in their hands?" He tisked, "I don't think so."

"What do you want?" I spat, cutting right to the point as I looked up into his dead brown eyes.

"People keep asking me that," He shook his head with a playful sigh. "I thought I was pretty clear. Your boyfriend's got to pay and you just happen to be caught in the shuffle."

"I have nothing to do with Justin." I sneered bitterly, "I don't know what you want but I can assure you I don't have it."

"It's not what you have that I want; it's what you are to him that makes you the perfect control to have over your little boyfriend."

Scoffing knowingly, I laughed humorlessly to myself. "You bastard."

"Eh, people keep saying that too and well, look on the bright side... at least you've got a fifty, fifty chance of surviving." Lyndon shrugged. "Now it's only up to Justin."

At the mention of his name, I felt my heart strings pull violently as confusion clouded my mind. "What are you talking about? Justin to do what?"

Placing his hands on either side of me while leaning forwards, Lyndon brushed a piece of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear before thumbing my chin gently. "To choose." He whispered.

Justin's Point of View:

Cursing underneath my breath at the fifth attempt on calling Lyndon but only being sent to voicemail, I paced the floors, trying to control my overgrowing temper.

"I just got off the phone with Bruce; he's on his way right now. Prince is bringing him on over since he didn't have a ride. Apparently Bruce told him something to pass along to you." He walked over to me. "We're going to find them," He reassured, "Everything's going to be alright."

Pushing past him, I stood near the doors that led onto the patio. "Promises mean shit to me, they're only meant to be broken."

"They're going to be okay—"

"How do you know that? Are you with them? Did they tell you that? No, so shut the fuck up John." I muttered exasperatingly while tearing at the roots of my hair, trying to figure out what it was that I had to do in order to save them both.

The pounding of footsteps coming into the house caught my attention as I whirled around in time to see Bruce enter the kitchen. "Where is she?"

"They took her, that son of a bitch wasn't bluffing. He was smart; he knew exactly what he was doing tonight." I shook my head. "I'm just starting to figure out how he thinks and Lyndon wants me to make a choice—"

"I don't care what Lyndon wants. Why are you letting him get to you like this?" Bruce snapped irritably as he stood with his hands on his hips, rage evident in his eyes. "Here's how it's going to work. You're going to meet with him, you're going to take him alive and you're gonna force him to tell you where Kelsey is and then when she's safe—"

"Bruce—"

"Just listen to me—"

"It's not just Kelsey!" I barked impatiently, my hands thrown in the air.

Closing his eyes, Bruce tried to make sense of what I had just told him before looking at me again. "Wait... what?"

"He has my mom too, Bruce. He's got them both and the only way I can save them is if I do what he tells me to do." I growled lowly. "John told me that you said he told you something. What did he tell you Bruce?"

Throwing his head back in exasperation, Bruce sucked in a sharp breath. "He wants another meeting. He's going to contact you with the time and place. He doesn't want you to bring any back up, no gun, nothing, but," He emphasized, pointing towards me, "What you're gonna do is the exact opposite."

"Lyndon's got enough explosives to rig two bombs for Kelsey and my mom." I informed through clenched teeth, feeling as though I was the only one in the situation who was thinking clearly.

"Listen—" Bruce began, "If you can't do this, I will." He warned, "Take Marco and Marcus, as many men as you need over to his headquarters and were gonna take this bastard down but keep him breathing cause he's gonna know I played the game this time."

"That's the exact wrong thing to do right now. Lyndon knows everything about me—he's got my mom and he's got Kelsey. Now is not the time to be playing games. I have to respond to him the right way, show up at the right place at the right time or he's gonna kill them both."

Bruce shoved his hand into my chest, "If you keep playing Lyndon's game, he's gonna think he's winning all the time!"

I scoffed in disbelief, pushing him away. "At this point, I don't even give a shit anymore. This entire situation is a fucking game to him; it's been that way from the very start we just didn't come to notice it. This is all just a warning towards us. We play nice, follow the rules or Lyndon raises the stakes. Ever since he's arrived, he's had us running in circles like a mouse chase. Tonight, he takes Carly which gives him leverage to use against us so that we do whatever it is he wants in order to get her back. He knew we were gonna kill him; there was no doubt about it so he planned this all ahead of time."

"He messed with our shipment, figured we'd do something to his so he called Spencer and Matt and made sure they had a backstory as to why they weren't near Carly when she decided to leave—he orders Connie to become friends with her prior to this arrangement—so that Carly gives her, her trust and in return Connie takes her out where she later turns her over to Lyndon who uses her as bait. With Spencer and Matt both with Kelsey, Lyndon ordered to have them take her so that when one of us did make a move to kill, he'd have something else over us. It's not about winning or losing to him, it's about seeing who's going to break first."

A sudden shrill of music blasted throughout the entire house, the ringtone that belonged to my phone echoing in my ears. Holding my breath, I grabbed it into my palm to see an unknown number. "Hello?" I said while answering, signaling towards the guys to keep quiet.

"Are you alone?" They questioned.

Not recognizing the voice, my brows pulled into a frown. "Who is this?"

"That doesn't matter," They informed sharply. "I said, are you alone?"

Looking towards Bruce, I gestured with my chin for them all to leave. Catching onto what I wanted, they had done so without another word. "I am now." I stated truthfully.

"Good, now listen to me carefully..."

Kelsey's Point of View:

Pacing the floors as far as I could go, back and forth for what felt like hours to try and take my mind off of things, I plopped myself down on the bed, shoving my chin into my open palm as I stared off into space.

Nothing I did kept me from thinking back to what he had said. He told me Justin had to choose and that I was here as bait. But if I was bait, what else did he have to choose for?

It didn't make any sense to me and the more I was forced to stay here, the more I felt myself going insane.

What did they want with me and what exactly are they going to do? Were they going to kill me?

Feeling the tears burn the back of my eyes as I forced myself to keep them at bay, I let out a shaky breath before standing up once more. I refuse to pout and sit around waiting for what they had planned. There had to be some sort of way to get out of here, I just had to figure it out.

Walking over to the door that sealed the compartment I was thrusted upon; I sunk my fingernails into the corners, trying to peel it open. Wincing at the sharpness that dug into my skin, I bit my lip as blood dripped from the tips. Hitting the glass with my hands, letting out a desperate plea of help, I sunk down to my knees once I realized no one was going to help me.

Turning I laid my head back against the wall as I stared up at the ceiling, my heart beat pounding in my ears as I fought to control my breathing. It was just one thing after another and the exhaustion I felt at this point was too much to handle. I felt as though I hadn't slept in days, my eyes failing to keep open as I felt tears drip, falling freely onto my lap as I sniffled to myself.

Glancing around the room, I murmured calls of help despite the fact nobody could hear me. Catching sight of a small box strapped underneath a hidden section, I scrambled to my feet, feeling suddenly light headed.

Squinting, I pressed my nose to the glass, blinking a couple times to make out a box with bright red numbers that counted down by seconds from one hour and thirteen minutes.

Widening my eyes, I felt my breath hitch as I realized it was a bomb. Letting out a shriek of terror, I pounded my fists against the glass, begging, screaming for someone to get me out of here. "Help!" I screeched, "Please, somebody help me!"

Growing tired after the fifth round of screaming, I choked on my sobs as I fell to the ground, my forehead pressed against the cold surface as I silently cried to myself. "Justin..." I whispered, my shoulders shaking as I wept.

"You can cry all you want," I looked up, sniffling as I wiped my face clean to see Spencer walking inside with Cole. "But it won't change the fact that nobody can hear you."

Narrowing my eyes, I curled my lip in disgust. "Shut up." I hissed, forcing myself to stand and walk back over to the bed so that they had no sight of me. Out of all the years I had been with Justin, I knew that the more you showed them they had gotten to you, the more they were to use that to their advantage so I refused to show any sort of weakness in front of them. I wasn't going to be a rag doll for these assholes to toy with.

A slam echoed as I snapped my head around to see Cole standing in the door way, his eyes piercing into mine. "Do you ever learn to control that mouth of yours?" He snarled in annoyance.

"Guess not," I sneered, standing my ground.

His eyes blackened then causing a chill to run down my spine. Cocking his head to the side, his eyes traveled down the length of my body before meeting my eyes once more, a sick smirk twisting at his lips. "You're so sexy."

Pulling my lips into my mouth, I looked away from him.

"No wonder Justin keeps you around," He whistled obnoxiously, "you're quite the sight to see and I'm sure as hell you're good in bed." His presence loomed over me as he took small strides on over.

Closing my eyes as the back of his rough knuckles came in contact with my cheek, I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip.

"Have you ever been marked, Kelsey?" Cole questioned so easily as though he were asking about the weather.

Looking up at him, I swallowed hard. "W-what?"

"Have you ever been marked," Brushing his fingers down my neck; he pressed his thumb into my pulse point, "Ya know, bruised so that the other knows you're theirs?"

I frowned, not quite sure where he was going with this.

"You know when I met up with you boyfriend a few days ago, I had told him that I was going to take everything I knew to be his; his money, his house, his business... his girl." Smirking down at me, Cole suddenly grabbed me by the neck, pulling me up. "I said I was going to fuck you senseless right in front of his very eyes..." Trailing off, he leaned down so that his lips were right next to my ear, "And because I love keeping promises, I'm going to do just what I had planned to all this time." Shoving me back on the bed, Cole trapped my body in between his legs as he straddled me.

"No, please!" I screamed my eyes wide in fear as tears pooled at my lids. Thrashing my legs everywhere, hitting him with all the strength I could muster into my tiny fists, I shook my head. "Don't do this!"

Grabbing my arms, Cole held them up above my head with one hand before with his other; he took out a pocket knife. Flipping it open, he held it to my neck, the metal cool against my flesh as the blade teased my skin. "Either you stop moving or I'll fucking slit your throat, do you understand me?"

Whimpering, I slowly brought my body to rest though the tears didn't stop from falling. "Please..." I whispered, "You don't want to do this!"

"Don't tell me what the fuck you think I want," He spat, his grip on me tightening as he brought the knife down to my shirt, the vane slicing it open as he cut through the top of my tank-top, revealing a bit of my cleavage.

"Now," Putting the knife away, Cole gazed down at me hungrily, his blue eyes forming a storm of dark desire as he leaned down, his lips coming in contact with my neck. "Don't worry love," He whispered, his hot breath fanning against my skin, "I'm not going to do anything just yet because what kind of man would I be if I didn't stay true to my word?" I felt him smirk. "I'd hate for your boyfriend to miss out on this little event," He chuckled sinisterly, "But I will leave him a reminder," He teased my ear lobe, "That you are now mine." Biting down on my neck, I let out a yelp of pain as he began violently biting and sucking, his fingers twisted into my hair as he held my head in a certain position so that he had more access.

When he was done, Cole gave the sore patch of skin one last kiss before admiring what he had finished. "Perfect," Cole hummed in delight before removing himself from his position on top of me. "I'll check up on you later babe," He winked, "And next time, I'll be sure to have your boyfriend with me so that I could finish the job."

Justin's Point of View:

"God damnit Lyndon!" I roared as I slammed my fist against the concrete wall of the empty house, scraping the skin of my knuckles. Looking around the empty lot, I held the back of my head in my hands as I looked up into the sky cursing up a storm.

"Go to your car, start it up and end the call. You're going to wait for Lyndon to call back with further information."

"Is this some sort of sick joke to you or something?" I snapped, "I don't have time to wait!"

"I'm just doing my job Bieber just like you have to do yours."

Upon hearing the dial tone, I fisted my hair into my hands, pulling violently before rushing out of the kitchen and out the front door.

"Where are you going?" John called after me, Bruce hot on his heels.

"I gotta go save them." I spoke without as much as a glance back at them. "You guys stay here. The fucking prick said he wants no backup then there'll be no backup. Here," I turned, grabbing my gun from the waistband of my jeans, "Take this." I tossed it to John who caught it easily in his hands.

"What if this is a trap? What if he's armed and has people waiting for you?" Bruce bellowed, his voice echoing around the now empty streets.

I shrugged, "I could do as much damage with my fists that I can with a gun besides I have one stashed in the car just in case. If anything goes wrong, you'll be the first to know." Getting inside the car, I started it up before doing as I said and waiting.

Seconds later, my phone vibrated. Answering the call, I held it to my ear.

"23 Jefferson Place." He said, "And don't be late."

Putting the car into reverse, I drove onto the road before driving down, the ticking of seconds ringing in my ears as I held my breath, my eyes on the rearview mirror every so often to make sure I wasn't being followed.

Biting the inside of my cheek so hard that it bled, I turned a corner before taking a left and another left until I had reached the address Lyndon had given me.

Furrowing my eyebrows once I realized it was vacant, I left the engine running in the car before getting out and checking it out for myself.

Kicking down the door, I ran in to see nothing but trash inside. The place looked old and beaten down like nobody had been in it for years.

"Shit," I spat, taking another look around the place when my phone quivered once more. Taking it out, I clicked my tongue to the roof of my mouth.

"Looks like I gave you the wrong address Bieber, it was supposed to be 215 Koltz Avenue."

This was the second dead end he had sent me to and I was beginning to lose all faith that Lyndon was going to keep his word.

He had both Kelsey and my mother and there was no way out of this unless I did what I was told to do like a dog learning new tricks and being received a treat in return for his great efforts.

The familiar pang of guilt pulled at my chest as it constricted, the pressure hanging on my shoulder's weighing me down as I fought to control my need to lash out.

This wasn't supposed to happen; they were supposed to be safe. I promised them they would be safe...

"Breathe," I coaxed myself, "Just fucking breathe..." Snapping my head down once I felt my phone vibrate for the fifth time tonight, I answered the call. "What?" I spat.

"Having fun yet?"

"I swear to fucking God," I rumbled into the receiver, "If this is some sort of fucking joke to you, I will rip your fucking balls off, do you fucking understand me? Just tell me where the fuck you are!" I screamed loudly, the veins in my neck bulging from the sides of my neck.

A sadistic chuckle escaped his lips. "Ah, the threats never cease to amaze me Bieber. It's like you pull a new one out of your ass every single time." He mocked, sending me in a downward spiral, "I want to see you jump through hoops for your girl and your mother. I want to see just how far you'd go to protect them though you're doing a pretty shitty job if you ask me."

"I didn't ask." I snapped, "What kind of sick and twisted game are you playing? I'm here, I'm alone and unarmed just like you wanted!" I hissed, "I did every God damn thing you asked of me—"

"What a good little boy, do you want a present for noble sportsmanship?"

"Fuck you!" I barked, my own voice coming out as someone else's. I didn't feel like myself anymore, it was like I had been drained of all the life I once had inside of me. "You wanted me alone, you have me alone! Just me and you like it should've been since the very begging. You've got me, what more do you fucking want?"

"I already told you," Lyndon sighed as though he was bored, "I want to see you suffer and until then, you won't be getting anywhere tonight so start praying Bieber because if you don't make it within the next hour, I can't say much about your girl or your mom either."

"You fucking bastard," I retorted.

"Funny, your girlfriend called me that earlier. Now I know where she gets it from." Lyndon laughed callously, "Berklin Alley, you'll have a message waiting for you there."

Not even bothering to park, I left my car on the side of the street as I jogged up the path leading to the alleyway I've been to quite a few times before. Kicking the rubble on the floor, I paid close attention to detail, trying to catch something out of the ordinary when a stench filled my nostrils. Coughing, I covered my mouth, tapering my eyes through the dim light; I saw a streak of red residue leaking down the path to my feet.

"Fucking hell," I muttered once I realized it was blood. Following the trail, I stopped at the end of the alleyway to see a body on the floor with three bullet wounds to the chest and one to the head. Observing the body closer, it was then that I realized the man was Dean. I shook my head, forcing myself to stray away as I looked up at the wall opposite from where I stood. The words first and met had been written across it with blood.

"First and met..." I trailed off, rubbing my forehead with my fingers, willing my mind to work as I thought desperately to myself what the hell this could mean.

Several minutes had passed as I paced, repeating the words over and over again in my head. "First and met... first met." Widening my eyes, I didn't waste another second before I took off down the alley. Getting inside my car, I drove away, knowing there was only a matter of time before the smell got worse and the cops came to investigate and headed over to Luke's old warehouse.

Once I had arrived, I parked before slamming the doors of the warehouse open, expecting to see Lyndon standing there with that knowing smirk on his face waiting for me but much to my dismay, nothing but darkness surrounded me. "I know you're here," I spat.

I could see a silhouette of a figure move in the distance before they walked out into the light. "You have to admit," Lyndon grinned, "It was pretty clever."

"What?" I ridiculed, "First and met?"

"Where we first met," Lyndon shrugged as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You refused to play. If you would've just gone along with it, none of this would've happened."

"You could've just told me." I countered angrily, watching his every move as he took a few steps closer to me.

"Yeah," Lyndon cocked his head to the side, "But where would the fun be in that?"

Scowling, I bit my tongue from saying something in return, knowing I couldn't risk it. "Where are they?"

"Not so fast—first I have to see if you cooperated and given our history, I'm guessing that's highly unlikely."

"I'm unarmed, I didn't bring a gun." I held my arms up, patting each of my pockets so that he knew I wasn't lying.

"So you're telling me if I told you that I paid your girlfriend a little visit and forced her to have sex with me, you wouldn't take our your gun right now and shoot me?"

Clenching my teeth together, I locked my jaw tight. "No but I swear to fucking God Lyndon if you—"

"Relax," Lyndon waves a hand dismissively, rolling his eyes. "I didn't touch your precious girlfriend."

Pressing my lips together, I waited for him to continue.

"Are you alone?"

"Yes."

"Are you lying to me?"

"No."

"Good boy, you follow the rules and you'll be rewarded." He showed teeth as he deviously smiled at me.

"Tell me where you've got them." I spat.

"I can do better than that, I'll show you." Taking out a folded piece of paper, he handed it over to me.

Unfolding it, I held my breath as I glanced down at a picture of my mom sitting on the ground looking lost and confused. Examining it for any clues as to where exactly she was, I looked up to see Lyndon walking away.

"Your pal John he has the same picture by the way but it's of Kelsey instead," He pointed out as he grabbed an apple from the side table, taking a bite out of it.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"He didn't tell you?" Lyndon grinned, "That paper I gave him? Yeah, it happened to be the wrong one. We all make mistakes sometimes though; I'm surprised he didn't show you."

Ripping the picture in half, I threw it to the ground. "Where is she?" I bellowed, repudiating to let him get to me.

"See this digital read out right here?" Lyndon pushed past me as he grabbed the bottom half of the picture, holding it up to me. "Your mother's got a lot less time than when this picture was first taken."

Reaching out to go grab him, Lyndon dodged, whirling around so that he was no behind me as I turned to face him, my face hot with fury.

Lyndon smiled. "I think we got off on the wrong foot tonight, what do you say we kick back and try to reconnect?"

"Like you said, Kelsey doesn't have much time and I'm pretty sure my mother doesn't either so what do you need to hear from me? What do you want?"

"Everything," Lyndon shrugged.

"I don't know how to tell you all of that."

"Well, you can start with telling me how you go about your business. You get a call; a shipment is in place, then what? You clearly do more than you show. They don't call ya Danger for nothing, right? There's got to be a reason for that."

"I kill; I don't know what else to fucking tell you."

"That's it?" Lyndon tisked, "This is not gonna work if you're going to lie to me—"

"Just tell me where my mom and Kelsey are and I'll tell you everything you need to know!" I negotiated, desperate now.

"No!" Lyndon shouted his eyes dilated as death covered his eyes. "This is my place, my rules. You don't get to pick how this goes now how much is your girlfriend worth to you?" He spit intolerantly. "Not to mention your mother. You kill them and I'll be sure to let the cops know somebody else was in on it the entire time. Now talk to me while you still can."

Sighing to myself, I held Lyndon's gaze. "Killing was the first thing I was ever good at." I revealed.

Lyndon smiled, inwardly telling me to go on.

"Sure I was good at sports and all that bullshit but they never stuck with me and then I got into my first fight at school," I sighed, "I nearly beat the kid to death, I was instantly expelled then after that, I kept getting into more and more fights and Bruce found me one night and told me I could use my anger for something better. I could get something out of it. He took me in and I was appointed into the gang. He put a gun in my hand and I finally found the one thing I could do really well. With a gun in my hand, I wasn't broken. I was competent. That's what I think about when I kill, I just do my job; I don't even think I just react. I learned a lot from Bruce but other things just came natural."

"That's the difference between me and you." I snarled, "I kill the ones who deserve it, those who go against their word or those who've gone against me. I don't go after the ones they love like you do. You go after their weaknesses, I just take them out. You're pathetic and a waste of time."

Lyndon chuckled, shaking his head. "You're exactly like me you just don't want to see it or believe it. You murder, you take away the life of another person just like me. You may not go after the people they care about but you might as well because by killing them, you kill the people who love them so regardless of how you do it, everybody gets hurt in the end."

"But you're right, you're also nothing like me because unlike you, I don't need threats or violence to take somebody out." Lyndon began walking over to me, "I'm gonna leave you with nothing. Your hatred for me will burn everything else away. That choice we talked about? You're not worthy. Instead I'm gonna let everyone you care about burn... in... hell."

Snapping, I landed a solid punch to Lyndon's face before slamming him into the wall, grasping onto his neck so hard his face began to turn red. "You want to know who I am?" I questioned, tightening my hold, "Hm? Do you?" I barked loudly, taking him from the wall before slamming him back against it, digging my fingers into his skin. "I'm the moron who's going to snap your neck in half unless you tell me where the hell Kelsey and my mother are!" Throwing him across the room, I stood there with my chest heaving up and down.

Looking up at me, Lyndon smiled through his bloody teeth. "I win."

"What?"

Lyndon laughed heartlessly, "We're the same."

"We are not the same!" I bellowed, grasping him by the collar as I held his face up to my level.

"Two miles from here," Lyndon spoke through gritted teeth, "opposite directions, two warehouses. Powell's, off to the right, your mother is there." He spit blood to the right of him, "256 Adams, Kelsey. Both women sitting on bombs," He paused for effect, "both timers go off in exactly eight minutes."

Slowly letting him go, I felt my heart beat fasten as the information sunk in.

"You can't save them both," Lyndon shook his head, "You have to choose."

Standing up, I pulled at the tip of my hair, turning to walk away when Lyndon stopped me.

"Justin," I looked at him. "When this is all over, you'll come looking for me."

Scowling, knowing I didn't have much time to waste, I ran out of the place, dialing Bruce's number as I got inside the car. "Come on!" I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, mentally begging for him to answer.

He did.

"Justin, did you find anything?"

"256 Bristol Street, Kelsey's there! You've got six minutes." I breathed out while driving down the road.

"Kelsey? What about your mom?" Shuffling was heard from the other line as Bruce murmured something to somebody.

"I'll handle my mom, you just gotta get Kelsey!" I said before ending the call and throwing my phone to the passenger seat. Wiping my face with my hand, it felt as though my entire stomach was being swallowed up and nothing but desolation was left inside of me.

No One's Point of View:

As the time passed and only one minute remained, Kelsey began screaming at the top of her lungs for somebody to come save her. Her fists met with the glass wall but nothing but sharp pains were received running down her arms from the amount of strength she put behind each blow.

Looking up when she saw somebody come in, Kelsey felt her stomach drop with an indescribable feeling when she spotted Bruce. "Bruce!" Kelsey cried out, looking at him with desperate eyes.

"Move over!" He screamed as he took out his gun, pointing it in front of him towards the latch that held the door sealed shut. Breaking the lock after he shot several bullets, Bruce ran inside, grabbing Kelsey just as the time hit less than twenty seconds.

Meanwhile Pattie cried silently, refusing to look down at the bomb just a couple of feet away from her when the door that led inside to the room busted open, Justin coming through.

Widening her eyes at the sight of her little boy standing there, Pattie let out a cry of joy knowing he had come for her. "Justin," She gasped, cupping her mouth with her free hand as he ran over to her, pulling her into his arms.

"Look away," He ordered as he took out a gun, shooting the chain attached to the handcuffs off before hoisting her in his arms and running out of the building.

Dropping them to the floor, Justin hovered over her body just as the bomb was meant to go off.

But it didn't, surprising them both. However, at just the opposite side of town, an explosion was heard.

Looking up towards the ear shattering sound, all the color in Justin's face drained and all he could think about was one person and one person only.

"Kelsey!"