Criminal Affairs; {3} A Jelena/Justlena Story

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I felt like I'll throw up or even faint. Like the whole room was spinning around me. But than along came another feeling, stronger than the other ones – fury.

Before I knew what was doing or before Justin got the chance to reach, I rushed towards him, my hand flying directly towards his face, right in his nose. I heard him groan in pain and I prepared myself to strike another punch but he caught me off of guard and roughly pinned me up the wall, making it impossible for me to do anything.

„I think you forgot who you're messing with, Selena“ he said, smirking like he always does. But, one thing he forgot was who my brother was and how exactly I grew up – learning about three fighting skills. So, I smirked back at him right before I released my foot from his steel pressure, hitting him between the legs, where the sun does not shine.

„Fuck!“ he yelled, automaticlly releasing my wrists. I took the chance and swiftly grabbed him by the head, jamming my knee in his face, causing him to fall down on the kitchen floor. I wanted him to feel slow pain just like I felt furious flame burning inside of me when I heard how exactly he has fooled me.

I quickly grabbed a small Swiss knife I saw laying on the kitchen couter but before I even got the chance to turn around, his steel grip was around my petite figure, trying to smack the weapon out of my hand. I grunte din frustration whilst trying to release myself but it seemed like a mission impossible as he turned me around to face him.

„You don't stand a chance against me, Doll Face“, I heard him say which only made me feel angrier if even possible, lusting to proove myself, that I can. But he had me in the tightest grip and I felt that horrible feeling of not being able to do anything.

„Fuck you“, I spat at him, disustful frown appearing on my forehead but it only seemed to amuse him – my disgust towards him.

„Oh, you HAVE. About an hour ago. Remeber?“ he smirked once again as his mentol fresh breath hit my face because of how close he stood. I felt angry but, most of all, stupid. Like a stupid little high school girl that got seducted by a big, bad player. Despite the fact I knew his gang wasn't in good relation with my brothers, I still went with the lustful feeling and hooked up with him, ignoring the fact that it was a slight risk anda very stupid move. I should've known he would've used our little, dirty hook-ups but I didn't want to face the reality. No, I didn't have any sort of romantic feelings for Bieber, it was only a really good seks for both, but I felt idiotc because i let that affair go on for months now.

„You disgust me, Bieber!“ I snapped, trying desperately to distract him somehow so he'd let go but his eyes or his hands did not leave me for a second.

„That's not what you've been saying an hour ago“, he said, still quite amused and that's what frustrated me the most. But, than, I realized there was only one way to make him let go of me.

„You're pathetic, you know. You pretend to be some badass criminal but all you are is a pussy hoping no one will find out about your past - -“ I started but he didn't let me even finish the sentence. His face already turned red in fury, just like that as his eyes suddenly glared at me hardly.

„SHUT UP, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!“ he yelled at me but that, like I hoped, distracted him just enough.

So, as soon as his grip losened, I punched hi min the stomach, right with my foot, making him fall on his back, giving me a chance to sit on his stomach with knife in my hand, pressed on his neck.

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