Just was dressing when JC came in the bedroom, ruffling the tight curls on the blonde's head. He had grown attached to the ringlets, feeling special every time he saw them.

"Where are you going?"

Justin shrugged and pulled on a blue Polo shirt over the wife beater. He pulled at the fabric before pulling up his jeans a little more. "I don't know. Marcelle say he got some surprise for me. Who knows."

JC nodded and then reached over, spotting a magazine he hadn't finished yet. "Alright, have fun." he laughed and Justin rolled his eyes with a smile. The blonde padded closer, his cologne strong and tart, his arms warm as they wrapped around JC's shoulders.

The two shared a kiss, JC pulling Justin closer, trying to get deeper into the kiss than the younger man would allow. He pulled away with a pout and Justin smiled.

"You're tricky." JC moped and Justin raised his eyebrows.

"Tricky?"

"Ya know, tricky... You know, you're hard." JC grunted at the look of confusion on Justin's face and sighed. "You're a confusing tease. There, get it?"

Justin laughed. "What is that? White man slang?"

JC rolled his eyes and flipped Justin off, the younger man chuckling himself as he walked out of the bedroom, stopping to grab a can of beer from the refrigerator.

"I'll be back!" he shouted and then stepped out into the frigid cold, pulling his jacket closer to his body.

It wasn't far to walk to Marcelle's and Justin only took 15 minutes to get there, standing on his steps as Marcelle greeted him from the door.

"Ey, white boy." he smiled and Justin returned the greeting. Though, he couldn't help but notice that Marcelle had this look on his face, one that said he was guilty.

"Why you look like that?"

Marcelle nodded over to the street and Justin followed him as they began to walk. "What you mean?"

"You look strained."

Marcelle didn't look at him when he answered. "I'm not. So where you been?"

"Nowhere."

Marcelle raised an eyebrow. "Nowhere, eh? Where you been, J?"

"Just chillin' at a friend's."

"A friend who happens to be a cop?"

Justin looked over and hated the mark in Marcelle's eyes, the knowing shimmer in them.

"No." he lied still, turning away to face the road. "Where are we goin'?"

"Saff's."

"Why?"

Marcelle gave him a slow, demonic smile. "Surprise, ‘member?"

Justin laughed uneasily, his stomach turning at the mere sight of that smile.

They ended up in front of Saff's and Slim was there, waiting with a smile also. Justin narrowed his eyes as his steps slowed. Slim was all out cheesing and it seemed a little out of place.

"Hey." Justin said and Slim nodded.

"Sup J?"

"Nothin' really. What is this?" he asked and Slim smiled motioned for him to turn around.

"It's ya surprise, white boy. It'll be good I promise."

Suddenly Justin was blanketed in darkness and his eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to his suddenly concealed vision. His hands reached up immediately, his fingertips grazing the simple piece of cloth tied around his head and he relaxed, a little.

"Whats this for?"

Marcelle laughed. "How many times we gotta tell you? Surprise, kid. Just be patient."

Now there was the Marcelle Justin knew and he relaxed some though he was still a little apprehensive about showing up in the first place, completely in the dark.

JC opened the door and blinked when he saw them.

"Yes?"

"Josh Chasez?"

JC narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, what?"

One of the men smiled, cackled a bit before JC was suddenly on his back, his jaw throbbing and paralyzed.

"Yo, where the fuck are we goin'?" Justin asked as he was being lead, now up some stairs and his feet stalled before every step. They had been walking for a good 30 minutes and he was getting tired and anxious. He didn't like surprises that jumped out at you.

"Patience is a virtue... Hah." Slim laughed and Justin smiled. They had been joking the whole trip and whatever tension Justin had perceived to be had vanished quickly. But, he frowned, he still had to find out a way to tell them that he was leaving Chisten soon. He had no idea how that would go down and his heart pumped in his stomach as he walked on, no more steps.

A few trinkles of what sounded like a lock sounded out and then a door opened, Justin's eyes blinking behind the blindfold.

"Ey, J?" Marcelle asked and Justin turned to his right, where the voice came from.

"Yeah?"

"‘Member how we was talkin' one day and you were tellin' me how you hated that cop?"

Oh. Justin's stomach tightened and he swallowed. "Uh, yeah."

"You know how you was tellin' me ‘bout how he was just a fag that was sweatin' ya twins, that he was gonna get his and be outta our way in no time?"

Justin shifted uncomfortably, his hands suddenly sweating by his sides. "What about it?"

Marcelle grinned at Slim and reached up to untie the blindfold, the cloth falling from his face. His eyes immediately shut, blinking profusely to get used to the light again. And when everything cleared, his heart fell into the pit of his stomach.

JC was standing before him, blue eyes wide.

But it wasn't that JC was there. It was that two men were holding him up, his face bloody, his body limp as he stared at Justin with lifeless eyes. Besides that Justin was seeing red, anger was boiling his blood, his chest heaving as his breathing sped up. JC swallowed, his cut lip trembling as Mario behind him pushed him to the ground. Justin had to hold himself back, his body on it's toes, ready to pounce.

"We thought it'd be a nice little present to give you what ya wanted. Lately, we haven't seen each other for a minute."

Dee, who was also by JC's side gave JC a solid kick to the stomach, the brunette groaning as his arms immediately came to shield his stomach. He lie on the ground, his eyes closed as his helpless body armored up for more attacks. Justin found the picture sickening. He had just been there...

Mario then turned to Justin, smiling as he reached behind him and pulled out a glock, the shiny metal glaring Justin's eyes. Mario looked back down at JC, pulling the young man up by the hair, pressing the nose of the gun to the brunette's temple.

Justin's heart stopped when the gun cocked.

There were no words to be said. All Justin could feel was his world shattering around him, knowing if he didn't do something soon, he could lose JC. The sudden thought made him jerk, his body surging forward.

"Stop!" he shouted as he panted, his flushed face pushing Mario away.

Marcelle stepped by his side. "Whats wrong, J? It's just a pig."

Justin turned slowly, swallowing his fear. "N-nah. He's... They would come after us." he lied and kept rolling with it. "C-cause, ya know. He's in the FBI and shit. They need him and he's important. Don't... Don't fuck with him. Lets just jet, alright? Let's go now." he rambled and pulled on Marcelle's jacket, heading for the door as his stammering heartbeat went crazy inside his chest.

Slim watched and gritted his teeth, giving JC's slump body a dirty smile. He nodded over Mario and Dee, thanking the two men with his eyes as they followed the blonde outside, closing the door behind them.

Part 28 [coming soon]
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