Chapter Twenty-Three

[Selena's POV]

"You know, I really don't know anything about you." I say, my fingers doing a little dance on Justin's chest.

"There's really nothing to tell you, honestly. I'm a criminal, what else is there to know about me?" Justin says, his hand rubbing up and down my arm.

"There has to be something," I reply, picking my head up to look at him. "Where did you grow up?"

"I grew up in Canada until I was sixteen. Then, after a few things happened, I moved to the USA." Justin says.

"What happened?" I ask, grabbing ahold of his hand and intertwining my fingers with his.

I feel Justin's body tense up beside me. "Well, I used to set off bombs at different places around town. I would rob banks and jewelry stores to get the money to buy the bombs and the supplies that I needed."

"You're the one who was behind all that?" I ask, sitting up in the bed. Justin nods his head. "What about that cemetery bombing?"

"That was me." Justin looks down at his hands.

"Oh my gosh," I run my hand through my hair. "I remember seeing about all the bombings on the news. Now I remember seeing your name all over the news and on the cover of the newspapers. It was you." Justin doesn't make eye contact with me. "Justin, you killed so many people; innocent people."

"You think I don't know that?" He raises his voice. "I feel awful about what I did, but I can't do anything about it."

"Why would you even do something like that for?" I shout, suddenly feeling a rage of anger towards him.

"I don't know! I don't know why I did any of the things I did. It's like, one day I just woke up and wanted to do these things." Justin explains. "But after I had set off that cemetery bomb, the police found me a few hours later. I still don't know how I let them catch me."

"I remember you getting arrested." I say.

"I was in a cell for only two days, the second day being when I escaped." Justin scratches his chin.

"Escaped? How did you escape?" How could he have escaped? He would have needed a key to unlock the cell, first of all.

"One of the dumb security guards dropped his pair of handcuff keys right in front of my cell. Then when they came to get me for my trial, I unlocked the handcuffs they had put on me and ran for the exit. And I possibly took out a few security guards during the process, killing one of them, but they also shot me in my left shoulder. I still managed to get away though." Justin explains.

"You got shot?" Even though everything he's telling me is a lot worse then the fact that he got shot, I can't help but worry about him.

Justin rolls up his sleeve to reveal his stitched up shoulder. "Liam shot me in the same spot where that security guard shot me." My fingers gently run over the stitches.

"What does your family think about you-" Justin cuts me off quickly, putting his hand up.

"My family doesn't even give a fuck about me. Right after they found out what I was doing with the bombs and break-ins, they disowned me. They kicked me out of the house, leaving me on my own." He pauses as he looks away from me. "At the time, I didn't care. I didn't care that my family hated me or the fact that they didn't want me around anymore. But now, I sometimes wonder if they even think about me or if they really hate me."

"They're your family, Justin. I doubt they actually hate you, no matter what you've done." I take his hand back into mine, my thumb brushing back an forth against his skin.

"They told me that if they ever found out that the police had caught me and put me in jail, they wouldn't even try to bail me out or even come visit." He looks down away from me, his eyes on our hands intertwined together.

"I'm sorry, Justin." I don't know what else to say.

"My mom and dad had gotten a divorce when I was young. Around the time I started doing all these terrible things my dad had remarried and started another family. He had a daughter and a son: Jazzy and Jaxon. But I never got to see them, he wouldn't let me near them." Justin licks his lips as he quickly wipes his eyes with his thumb. "They've more an likely seen me on the news, but have no clue that that's their big brother. And that's what hurts the most."

I watch as a tear slips down his cheek. I quickly lay back down next to his side, wrapping an arm around his stomach and nuzzles my head into the crook of his neck. "Don't cry,"

Just then there's a knock at the door before Ryan pokes his head in. "Liam just called and," he pauses as he looks at Justin. "Are you crying?"

"No," Justin snaps.

"I see the tears coming down your cheeks you big baby." This suddenly makes my blood boil.

"Would you stop being such an asshole to him?" I shout.

"Yeah, you can definitely tell she's been around you for a while." Ryan chuckles.

"Just leave, Ryan." Justin says.

"Whatever." He rolls his eyes. "Liam called. We have another job, so get your lazy asses up and let's go."

"I'm not going." Ryan raises an eyebrow at Justin. "There's no way I'm leaving Selena here by herself nor am I going to risk her getting hurt if I would to bring her with us. So, I'm not going."

"You have to! How are Alfredo and I supposed to-" Justin cuts him off.

"You'll manage." Justin says.

Without another word Ryan leaves with a slam of the door. Honestly, I hate him. The whole time I've been here he's been nothing but an asshole and I can't stand him. God, how does Justin deal with him all the time?

[Ryan's POV]

"Justin isn't going." I say, walking into the living room where Alfredo was. "I told you he wouldn't go."

"It doesn't matter though. The next job Liam gives us is the one where our plan goes into action, remember?" Alfredo says, loading up two guns with bullets.

"Right. Liam did say he would give us a job before our plan happens." Alfredo nods.

"Let's go so we can get this over with." I nod, taking one of the guns from Alfredo.

I grab the car keys as Alfredo yells up at Justin to say we're leaving before we make our way out to the car. I get into the drivers seat as Alfredo gets into the passenger seat. We place our guns in our lap so it's easy to grab them if something was to happen.

"Exactly how are we going to kill this guy?" Alfredo asks after we've been driving for a few minutes.

I shrug. "I don't know."

"This is why we let Justin take care of everything." I nod in total agreement.

When we're almost to the place where this guy is supposed to live, my phone starts ringing. I look at the caller ID and it's Liam. I quickly answer.

"What Liam?" I ask rather harshly.

"Did Justin leave with you guys?" Liam asks.

"No. Of course, he stayed back at the house to protect the little slut." I roll my eyes in disgust as I turn down a gravel road.

"Good cause I'm at your guys place right now." Liam replies.

My eyes widen. "What?"

"I want Selena gone now, so I'm taking care of it. You'll thank me later." Before I could reply the line goes dead.

"What did he want?" Alfredo asks, turning down the radio.

"He's at our place right now," I say. "He's going to kill Selena."
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~ Author's Notes ~

I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN LIKE FOREVER >.<

I was going to make this chapter longer, but I wanted what happens next to be in the next chapter (which will be a long chapter, I may add).

What do you guys think is going to happen? Is Selena going to get killed, or even Justin?

I love you guys xo

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