Chapter 8 - The Past
Part 2 - Truths Revealed
Justin's Estate...
Hours Later...
Nighttime...
His eyes flit over his surroundings as he takes in the ripple effects of the water in the pool when the wind blows. Hearing the leaves of the trees rustling and feeling the slight chill of the breeze, Justin slouches down submerging his upper half into his filled Jacuzzi tub. He puffs out the smoke from his cigar before he takes a drink waiting patiently for her arrival.
After phoning Grant earlier today and reminding him that he was warned about his men looming around Justin's establishment, Justin assured Grant that he was indeed helping JC and they would rectify the situation and his little issue, so, he had nothing to worry about. Justin knows JC owes him big for getting mixed up in this again. At least, he was able to set Grant at ease for now and offered to have a meeting with them at his office in a week to clear everything up.
When Justin finally called JC later in the day about Diane, JC refused to cooperate at first but when he threatened him about Grant, JC caved and agreed to bring her home and end their day short. That was two hours ago and counting. If JC knows what's good for him, he'll do well to not defy him in any way.
Still giving them some time before he calls again, Justin thinks back to when he met JC all those years ago. He doesn't want to think too much about it, but, he does remember that it was about two years after his father's death when he was eighteen. The way he sees it, that time in his life was right out of a horror movie scene...
Justin finally tracked down the men responsible for his father's dealings two years later. Needless to say, Justin was shocked stupid when he found out exactly what his father was into. It didn't make him love him any less, but, he was stunned beyond comprehension. When Justin learnt that JC was the new guy on the block who was looking to make a name for his self with some business investments he was working on for a new chain of nightclubs in Europe, Justin knew he had found his accomplice. You see, the men were trying to scam JC out of his finances and Justin was sure that JC had no idea who he was dealing with. That's what happened with his father. His father got the best of them and they didn't take lightly to it.
In order to get revenge and to put an end to all of this, Justin knew he had to take those men out. So, against his better judgment, he tracked down JC and offered him a deal. He told him he needed help to take out JC's business associates. JC was hesitant in fear that they would be discovered but Justin offered him money. No price was too steep, so, JC reluctantly agreed to help.
To make a long story short, they got the best of those men and killed all three of them off when they left their boss's restaurant one night. Justin literally crossed the street where he and JC were scoping out the scene. Ambling down the side ally and ignoring JC's screams to stop, Justin showed up right when the men were leaving through the side doors of the restaurant in the ally. Not giving them any chance to understand what was going on, Justin shot them all dead including their driver who was waiting in the black limo. Finally catching up and telling Justin he was crazy, JC dragged him away from the scene before they got caught or anyone saw them.
After than night, Justin paid JC off thanking him for his help but he wasn't satisfied. His thirst for blood was still strong. He would never be satisfied until he got to Antonio's father. Of course he had no idea at the time that would have been his undoing.
By that time, Justin was already given rights to his father's business. He had successfully estranged his self from his family and hadn't seen his mother or relatives in over two years. He couldn't face them after knowing of his father's death and what he did to Veronica and Antonio. His mother would turn him in for sure if she found out. He already knew she didn't want anything to do with him. He was right though. There was no way the police traced anything back to him and after finding Veronica and the note Justin forced her to write, the case was closed.
But, being as young as he was, Justin had no clue about how to maintain such an empire so Hugh, who was an old family friend, took him in and coached him teaching him everything he needed to know.
Because of that, Justin respected Mr. Hefner like he was his father. Still, he needed to have his revenge.
The days came and went but he was no closer to having any leads on how to find Antonio's father Franco who was the big shot who ran this little trading business. That was, until one faithful day when JC showed up again at his doorstep out of nowhere letting Justin know that Franco's men were searching for them.
Completely unfazed, Justin told JC he was freaking out over nothing. JC insisted that he was wrong and that they found out where Justin was living and would come looking. That certainly peeked Justin's interest and realizing that he had more than he wished to lose, he had to do something about this...only...he was too late to stop the inevitable from happening...
*****Flashback*****
"What the fuck do you mean they know where I live and they're coming here Josh?" Justin asks JC incredulously as he ushers the older man to take a seat in his living room.
"I fucking told you Justin. You need to get out of here else..."
"I'm no coward Josh." Justin explains but JC shakes his head rapidly in protest.
"No Justin you don't understand." JC rambles out in a panicked state. "We're not talking about just any men you can take out. We're talking about Franco's personal henchmen."
That definitely snaps Justin out of his daze. "Wha...what?" Justin inquires uneasily as he stands and begins to pace while pulling on his red Sinatra t-shirt, remembering how his father loved listening to his music. "But I..."
"He said something about you killing his son. Listen Justin, I don't even want to fucking know man. All I need is for you to tell me you have a plan to get us out of this mess." JC pleads while watching the younger man pace. JC knows Justin is only eighteen yet, he seems so mature for his age. JC figures that he had to grow up faster than expected. He also knows Justin is fucked up in the head royally. He never told him why he wanted this revenge. He never shared with JC why he was so obsessed with Franco. All he ever stated was that the bastard deserved it.
"Look Josh..." But Justin is instantly interrupted by a female's voice. Whipping his head to the entrance of his living room he forces a smile unto his smooth features before his fingers move through his tangled curls. "Babe what are you..."
"I heard yelling is everything ok?"
Sighing inwardly, Justin ambles over to the tall brunette with piercing brown eyes. "We're fine Ashley." He says smoothly but she notes the irritation in his voice.
"Babe, what's wrong seriously? Simone doesn't need to be worked up like this." Ashley explains. Casting his vision downwards to the sleeping one month old baby in his girlfriend's arms, Justin exhales loudly.
"She's sound asleep Simone." Justin assures as he locks eyes with his girlfriend of the past nineteen months.
He actually met her through Hugh and she'd been a godsend when he needed someone there for him. Justin fell for her almost instantly because of her spunk and witty attitude. There were times when he lost his temper on her especially when she'd catch him crying when he thought no one was around, but, he always tried to control his rage and made sure he never took it out on her when she'd pry him with questions about his behavior and state of mind. Still, they managed to make it through everything and Justin genuinely loved her and didn't know what he'd do without Ashley or his baby girl at his side. Sure they were young, but, he had more than enough money to take care of them and make this work out.
"Justin please lower you voice. I'm not going to ask you what you're into now but remember you have a little girl to think about." Ashley coos before kissing his lips gently.
"I know baby and I will..." Justin assures, but, he's cut off when he hears what seems to be gunshots followed by his security guards yelling outside of his estate grounds.
"What was that?" Ashley asks jumping in fright when the gunshots keep going off. Looking down and watching her baby girl stir, she gazes up at Justin expectantly.
Connecting his blues to JC's and noting the fear in them, Justin is well aware of what's going on. "That was fucking fast." Justin mutters before Ashley tugs on his shirt. "Baby I need you to hide." Justin says, gripping her shoulders and pushing her out of the room.
"What? But..."
"No buts Ashley. I don't have time to explain just take the baby and go!" Justin orders as his voice cracks with fear. "JC, top shelf over there...two of them are already loaded." Justin points to the shelf for JC hidden between the bookshelf and television. Nodding his head, JC does as he's told as Justin continues to drag Ashley away.
"Justin..."
"Look Ashley I..." But they're interrupted when his front door busts open and three men dressed all in black storms in with guns pointed at them. "Shit..." Justin breathes out, pushing Ashley to stand behind him.
"Justin!" Ashley cries out, gripping unto Simone when she begins to wake up.
"Stay put." Justin pushes her back further as he pulls out his own gun from the waistband of his slacks and points it at his intruders. "Who the fuck are you assholes?" Justin spits out, switching his aim between the three men.
"Put the gun down kid. We only came to talk." one replies but Justin ignores him. He knows he's lying. He can see the maniacal glimmer in their eyes.
"Get the fuck off my property."
"Na kid, we're not going anywhere until we teach you a lesson to never mess with Franco and his dealings." Another one of the men replies condescendingly.
"Fuck you!" Justin spits while pulling back the safety on his gun.
"Justin what are you doing?" Ashley cries out as the tears stream down her cheeks. Just then, the partial silence in the room is interrupted by the loud shrieks and cries of their baby girl Simone.
Losing his focus for a split second to turn around when he notices his daughter is awake, Justin's eyes grow wide with terror when he realizes the magnitude of this situation.
Taken off guard, he's easily tackled to the floor and disarmed by two of the men as the other one keeps his aim in Ashley's direction when she tries to move.
"Don't missy!" The man voice booms and she freezes solid, trying to calm down her little girl who's crying hysterically.
Struggling under the two men's holds Justin looks up when he sees that the third guy who's still standing, has his gun aimed on Ashley and Simone. Feeling the adrenaline rushing through his system, Justin fights and struggles to get out of his captors' hold, until they pin his head down to the floor with his cheek pressed against the marble. "Don't...don't hurt them. Do what the fuck you want with me just...don't...please." Justin cries out in a weak voice noting the anguish in Ashley's eyes as she cradles Simone in her arms.
Forcing Justin to stand, the two men keep a firm hold on his arms so he can't break free and escape. Staring at his discarded gun on the floor, he feels a sudden pang in his heart when he replays the night he witnessed his father's murder. Knowing that this must be karma's way of repaying him in a fucked up way, a few tears stream down his cheeks as he looks as his baby girl helplessly. Looking around for JC, Justin realizes he's no where in sight. He knows where the guns are hidden is a tough spot to find. He can only pray he gets them in time.
"Well, well, well, looks like big tuff guy Timberlake has a weakness. Are they your weakness Justin? Hmm?" The third man chides as he walks up to Ashley still pointing the gun on her.
Swallowing the lump in his throat and the initial urge to hurl, Justin shoots the man a vicious look as his eyes gloss over with pure hatred wondering what the fuck is taking JC so long. Not saying a word, the anger slowly raises in his system when the guy begins sizing up Ashley in the process who's practically cowering in fear. "Leave them alone." Justin says in a low growl, still struggling against the guys' holds.
"No Justin, because you see Franco wants us to get this message across. You killed his son Antonio so now it's only fair we repay the favor don't you think? I'm thinking you're going to watch them die first before we kill you. By then, you'll be begging us to kill you anyway I'm sure." Trailing off, the man darts his eyes over to Simone who's bawling her little lungs out. "Would you shut that thing up?" He screams at Ashley who grips unto Simone tighter, but, the man easily rips Simone out of Ashley's arms. Screaming and clawing at the man to try and get her baby back, he swings his hand forcefully and hits Ashley in her temple with the back of his gun knocking her out cold.
By now, Justin's body is rocking with sobs as his eyes widen when the man holds his little girl upside down in the air by her tiny legs. "Please...don't...not my baby girl..." Justin begs in a weak, strained voice as he feels the blood rushing to his head, threatening to knock him out.
Still crying her eyes out, Simone finally pops her orbs open and darts her blues around though she can't comprehend what's going on. When she won't stop crying the man starts shaking her around violently as she dangles in his grasp. "Shut the fuck up!" he screams at Simone terrifying her in the process.
"Oh god..." Justin heaves, using all his power to break free from the two other men's holds. When one of his hands gets free, he punches one of the guys square in his face causing the other one to let him go.
Unfortunately, before he can even get a step in, a gun goes off stunning him solid and everyone else in the room. Feeling his breath hitch in his throat, Justin turns his head towards the guy who's holding his daughter only to see him cradling her tiny body in his arms as a pool of blood soaks his clothes. He...he just...his baby she...
Blinking slowly and tilting his head to the side when Justin notes Simone's still form, he suddenly falls to his knees as his palms fly to his face when her crying stops. "Jesus..." he whispers with his eyes shut tightly, too shocked to do anything else. Hearing Ashley let out a blood curdling scream, Justin doesn't even open his eyes when he hears her screaming ‘my baby' before another shot goes off and she goes silent.
"You see what you get Timberlake?" The man laughs evilly.
Opening his eyes slightly behind his hand and tears, Justin sees Ashley lying in a pool of blood on the floor and he can't even bring himself to look at Simone who's now lying next to her.
"God, just...just kill me." Justin cries out desperately. "Just fucking do it!" He begs as his body trembles with his loud sobs blocking out the men's chattering. Hunched over on his knees still baring his vision with his palms, Justin inhales deeply while preparing for the inevitable. He can hear the faint sounds of the men and what sounds like a screaming JC but now, everything is turning blurry as he's on the verge of passing out.
Then, gunshots begin going off around him and he doesn't even flinch when he hears screaming and yelling. It all sounds faint to him like it's happening in the far off distance. He's patiently waiting for one of those bullets to pierce his body and put him out of his misery as he lets himself go on the floor, contorting into a fetal position. Blocking his ears and keeping his eyes shut tightly, he feels bodies falling around him, but, he doesn't make any attempt to move.
And suddenly, everything turns quiet...
And eerie silence takes over as Justin fights to breathe right, wondering if he's even dead since he feels so distraught and he's in so much pain.
Sill in his same spot not budging, he jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder. When he hears JC's croaky voice his eyes instantly snap open as they connect to his friend's orbs filled with dismay. "Justin..." JC whispers, searching the younger man's face who seems to be completely zoned out. "Justin...I'm so sorry, I couldn't find them in time and when I did...I...I was too late. I'm sorry, but, I took those bastards out...I took them out for you buddy. You saved us by hiding your guns down here..." JC explains, as tears slide down his cheeks.
Blinking rapidly, Justin swiftly seats up as his eyes scan his surroundings noting all the dead bodies lying around. Finally landing on his girlfriend and daughter surrounded by a blood-pool he instantly heaves before his body jerks violently until he leans over and empties his entire stomach contents unto his marbled floor.
Still looking at Justin sympathetically, JC contemplates on his next statement knowing it has to be said.
"We...we can't leave the bodies here Jay. You don't want an investigation." JC explains.
"We'll...we...we can't Josh. No I won't do it. My...my babies need a proper burial just....oh god. I'll call the cops...I'll lie. I'll think of something. You...you go. I have nothing to hide, but, you do." Sniffling and rubbing at his red nose, Justin allows JC to help him up as his heart breaks into a million pieces.
"You sure?"
"I owe you one man. Just leave, I'll...I'll see you around."
"But Franco..."
"Don't worry about it Josh." Justin chokes out. Taking his two guns from JC's grasp, he wipes them on his shirt to rid JC's hand prints before he replace the prints with his own. "Just go Josh. I'll see you around."
"Thanks man. I think it's safe to say I'm through with this business."
"Yeah...yeah...." Justin nods as his orbs remain fixated on Ashley. "Me too." He adds in as a wave of depression engulfs him.
Connecting his blues to JC's, Justin gives him a weary look before he walks over the front door swinging it open. "You have a head start before I call the cops man. Lucky for me, my girls are down at the show so..."
"Thanks man and I'll see you around. I'm sorry again." JC sighs. Justin pats JC's shoulder before he turns and walks out unto the platform to leave.
Shutting the door when JC starts making his way down the driveway Justin inhales deeply as he stares at the wooden barrier before he pulls out his cell phone from his pocket with trembling hands, getting ready to call the police. He can't deal with this. He's dying inside. He doesn't even know what happened. It all went down so quickly. It's not fair. It's not fucking fair! And, before he can even dial the numbers, he falls to the floor screaming as the exhaustion and shock knocks him unconscious while the blackness surrounding him quickly takes over.
*****End of Flashback*****
For Justin on that faithful day, his cousin Rachel actually came over to see him. When she reached unto his compound and saw the dead security guards, panic surged through her system and she instantly called the police before she went in search of Justin...
She was the only person Justin kept any ties with since they were like best friends growing up. He made her promise to not tell his mother of his whereabouts and offered her a job with his business if she kept her mouth shut...
Luckily for Justin, three weeks later Franco was ambushed at his home and killed along with his men for some other deal that went sour with his traders. Even though Justin didn't get to take him out like he'd hoped, at lease the guy was dead and that was enough for him to sleep at night even though his nights were forever haunted by those memories...
****
So, I think I may have taken advantage of Justin's kindness. I'm only saying this because in the middle of my last day with JC, he called him and I could actually hear him yelling over the line spitting out profanities. JC looked terrified out of his skin too.
From what JC told me and what I overheard, he was to bring me home immediately. Well, honestly, I didn't mind. I was kind of uneasy around JC anyway since he kept asking me if I made up my mind or not about leaving Justin.
After dropping off Courtney over at Rachel's and having her lecture me about how pissed Justin would be if he found out, JC came over and picked me up for our last day.
We didn't really do anything eventful today. We only stayed at his place just hanging out, cooking and watching movies. We were like two old friends and I actually enjoyed it. The only thing I didn't understand was why he kept hounding me about my decision. He really seems eager to get me away from Justin and I don't understand why. I guess he just wants to help. I'm not thinking anything of it. I did beg JC for us to finish watching our movie before he brought me home though and he caved after I begged a little.
Now, I'm thinking that was a mistake. I know how Justin gets when someone doesn't follow his orders.
Still, I'm home now and as I walk through the spacious house realizing no one is home again, I'm wondering if Justin is even here. I guess he sent the girls out for the day again. He really seems to like his alone time.
My thoughts are quickly interrupted though when I hear him shouting a ‘Fuck' and ‘Goddamn it' from somewhere at the back outside.
Rushing through the kitchen and out the sliding doors that lead to the pool, I stop dead in my tracks when I see him sitting idle in his Jacuzzi, digging through the water for something.
When he finally pulls a wet cigar up to the surface and blows out air loudly, I can't help but smile.
Walking over to him as he tosses the item into the bush, my breath hitches in my throat when his blues meet my browns. His stare is cold and unnerving but he doesn't say anything. He just glares at me until I'm standing right next to him.
"Never pull that stunt you pulled today again Di else I swear to god..."
"But I thought you..."
"You should have waited for me to wake up and bring you over to Rachel's myself with Courtney this morning. You're so stupid. By the time we would have gotten back, Ronnie and Jacob would have been there and I wouldn't have been worried about you being out with JC because I wouldn't have sent you." He rambles out but I don't even understand or know what he's talking about. All I'm focused on right now is the fact that he's sitting in that damn Jacuzzi half-naked in a pair of blue swimming trunks looking practically irresistible.
Yeah, I need to not be thinking about any of that but shit...we didn't exactly finish what we started last night and...he just looks so scrumptious as the water moves over his tight firm abs. Dear god, how can I be lusting over him when he's nothing but a monster? I guess we're both fucked in the head. I should really consider getting as far away from him as possible for my own safety but now...
He arches a brow at me as he darts his tongue out to lick his lips. "Are you even fucking listening to me Di?" Justin inquires in a low growl.
"What? I...I..." I stammer when anger flashes through his orbs but he quickly hides it before giving me a knowing stare.
"Get in." He demands.
"What!? I..." Stumbling back, he shoots me a warning glare.
"Don't make me tell you again." He spits out roughly. When my eyes widen, he sighs. "Would you get in...please?" Justin forces out in a slightly softer tone and my lips twitch into a light smile even though I'm still a little terrified of him.
Slinging the straps of my yellow dress over my shoulder, I easily let it fall to a heap around my feet before I kick off my sandals. Stepping out of my clothes and remaining in just my black panty and bra, I cautiously step into the Jacuzzi and take a seat next to him.
Giving me a once over with a nod of approval, Justin leans across and grips his glass and the bottle of scotch to pour himself another drink but I stop him by taking the items out of his hold before I place them back down.
Blinking rapidly, he eyes me curiously before he straightens his posture. "Justin...please don't. You already look partly drunk. You told me alcohol doesn't solve your problems so why do you drink so much? Your eyes are red and puffy and..."
"It helps me to forget and it's not the alcohol." He retorts with a shake of his head.
"But...then what is it?" I inquire while searching his glossy blues.
"Nothing..." He hisses before moving away from me but I grip his chin hoping that he won't lash out at me.
"Justin..." I warn, forcing him to look at me.
"Just drop it Di." He censures.
"No please tell me what's wrong."
"I was just...crying...it's nothing." He sighs depressingly, roughly smacking my hand away and I can feel my heart ache. I'm only now realizing how terrible he looks.
"Jesus Justin what the hell is going on?" I ask again but this time he shoots me an icy stare.
"I'm getting out." He snaps. Oh no, he's not getting away from me that easily. Something is very wrong with him. He needs to let it out. He can't keep whatever it is buried inside.
Gripping his arms so he can't budge, I instantly straddle his waist to stop him. Glaring at me with wide eyes, he remains still gauging my next move.
"Don't shut me out Justin. After everything we've been through and all I've had to endure I think you owe me an explanation." I watch as his body tenses by my statement before he breaks eye contact.
"I didn't mean to...I said I was sorry." he mutters with a heavyhearted sigh.
"Sorry doesn't solve everything..."
"I fucking know that Di!"
"Justin look if you can promise that you really want to try to change then I can...I can try to...deal with all this." I say not really convinced by my own statement. I'll never forget. That I know. Still, I can try to get past all of this...I can...try.
Searching my orbs with curiosity, he rolls his eyes in annoyance while gripping my waist to push me off but I stop him the only way I know how. I crash my lips against his own, instantly deepening the kiss so he won't have a chance to protest.
Inhaling sharply and digging his fingers into my sides, Justin freezes before he makes an attempt to move me but instead, I grind my center into his lower half causing him to hiss loudly before he caves and drops his hands from my waist. Ok, maybe this isn't the best way to get to him, but, he's so stubborn that I'm thinking it's the only way to keep him from leaving. Plus, I'm extremely horny knowing I shouldn't be around him and he just looks so fucking good.
Groaning, his hands immediately find my butt and he grips tightly as he pulls me closer. Snaking my arms around his neck, I continue to kiss him deeply until he suddenly stops responding and pulls away to glare at me. "What the fuck Di..." he breathes out. "I...I don't want to fuck you..." He adds in, wriggling underneath me but I just smirk.
"I think you do." I retort, dropping my hands into the water to find his erection through his trunks. Jumping when my hands grip him firmly, Justin lets out a strangled moan before he grabs my wrist to stop me.
"Goddamn it Diane. I...you don't fucking understand. I can't do this with you right now." He mumbles, but, I ignore him and move the straps of my bra off my shoulder before I lean in to capture the cool flesh of his neck into my mouth. Sucking and nibbling lightly, I smile when he pants slightly as his contracted muscles slowly relax against me. "Shit..." He grumbles, instantly cupping my breasts in his palms before he twists my nipples roughly until they harden. "Move you underwear to the side." He instructs in a ragged whisper as his hands drop between our bodies to undo the knot in his swimming trunks.
Feeling my heartbeat quicken, I pull back to look at him and I realize his blues have darkened immensely. Swallowing hard, I lift myself off him slightly to do as I'm told as he swiftly whips out his thick, hard, throbbing erection from its confinements. My nerves instantly kick in and I know I really shouldn't... but then, he grips my waist and pulls me forward and my thoughts easily scramble.
Using one of his hands to position his self at my entrance, my eyes bulge out while I take in a labored breath. My center heats up almost immediately and my heart is practically ripping through my chest from anticipation and fear. Have I mentioned I'm still not used to and a little skeptic of his gentle side? Because I am. He could transform at any given moment.
Keeping a steady hold on my waist, Justin tilts his head to the side before he begins pulling me down unto him. Gripping his shoulders tightly when he starts sliding in and stretching my walls apart, my jaw drops from the pleasure that instantly ripples through my body.
"God..." Justin groans, bending his head forward to kiss my collarbone as he continues to push me down, forcing his way in until he's buried deep inside of me.
And I can't fucking breathe. I don't even know...god this was a bad idea...a very bad idea.
"Holy shit..." I finally moan while shutting my eyes and tilting my head back when he solidifies his grip on my waist to move me up and down on him.
Fighting to contain my breathing, I keep my death grip on Justin's shoulders as he matches my hip movements with his own while he thrusts into me powerfully. He doesn't waste any time picking up his pace as he slams into me while he directs my movements on top of him as well. "Oh...oh my god..." I pant, falling forward unto him when I feel my abdomen tightening as my orgasm starts to build already.
"I...I told you not now but...you...fuck...you never....listen Di." Justin pants out through each thrust as they increase in intensity causing my breasts to bounce around wildly with the warm water splashing around us.
Keeping my eyes shut tightly, I jump when Justin pulls almost all the way out and roughly pushes back in with no warning. "Uh...Jus...I..." Drifting off, my eyes shoot open when he begins hitting my sensitive spot over and over again. I can feel him twitching inside of me as he continues to pound into me over and over...and over... and ugh! I can't even think right with the way he's working me right now.
"Goddamn..." Justin chokes out, leaning forward to kiss my neck before he lets out a low growl in my ears.
And that just did it for me. Not able to hold on any longer, I let go and allow my orgasm to take over as I shake uncontrollably on top of him.
Flattening his palms to my back and hunching forward, Justin drops his head as he thrusts a few more times before he grunts loudly, releasing his load deep inside of me.
Trying to regain my breathing and slow down my heartbeat, I finally lock eyes with him noting his weary gaze. Smiling lightly for me, he drops his head back against the edge of Jacuzzi as he breathes deeply.
Shit that was quick and fucking amazing. Smoothing my hands over his wet abs, a gush of wind floats by causing us both to shiver.
"Fuck...we really...we shouldn't have..." Swallowing the rest of his words, Justin grips my hips to move me off of him in an instant. Sliding out, he immediately stands on his feet, fixing his swimming trunks over his waist before he reties the knot. Giving me a perplexed look, he shakes his head sadly and it's almost like he's having some type of battle within himself. "I'm getting out." He says harshly before he bends down to grab his bottle and glass, retreating into the kitchen.
Wow, this all just happened too quickly. A little stunned by his sudden departure, I quickly fix up myself before I get out of the Jacuzzi as well. Grabbing my dress and shoes, I head out to follow him with every intention of finding out what the fuck is really happening...
Storming into the kitchen and dropping my items on top of the island, I arch a brow when I see Justin leaning against the counter sipping on his poison. Ok, what the hell!?
"Justin!" I belt as I raise my hands in the air.
Barely acknowledging my presence, he just scoffs before he finishes off his drink and proceeds to pour another. Angry that he's ignoring me, I stomp over to him and rip the bottle out of his grasp. "Jesus, what fuck Justin. We just had sex and now you're acting like an asshole again and..." But I'm cut short when he forcefully hurls the half filled glass against the wall in rage.
Glaring at him, I just shake my head sadly before placing the bottle of scotch down.
"I told you...I told you now was a bad time but..."
"But you did it anyway. You could have pushed me away Justin. You could have stopped if you really wanted to." I say pointedly.
Frowning, he looks away from me before he shrugs. "I can't help that I'm weak around you Di..." he drawls, instantly morphing as his softer side shines through.
"You need help. I wish you'd tell me what's wrong. Just tell me Justin. What do you have to lose? I'm not going to tell anyone. I'm not going anywhere." I explain, a little scared of how he might react.
"I can't tell you...I can't." He whines while pushing off the counter to leave but I rush up to him and jack his chest roughly.
"Don't do this Justin. Don't run away from it. That's all you ever do." Ok, this is where I say one of two things can happen. Either he beats me down to a pulp or I get through to him using some tough love. "Is it your father?"
His breath instantaneously hitches in his throat and he stumbles away from me shaking his head rapidly. "Don't...don't say it Diane. Don't do this now." He warns.
"Why not Justin? What about your old man huh? What happened? Is he the reason why you're like this? What about JC Justin. How do you know him? Why do you break your rules for him so easily? And who the fuck is Grant?" I ramble on, sprouting all the questions that have been plaguing me.
"Stop Di. Please just shut up." He pleads, raising his palms to his ears to block out my voice.
Taken aback and fully intrigued by his reaction, I continue asking him questions hoping that I will finally break him down. He's practically heaving but there's no anger shining through those orbs. All I can really see is immense pain.
"What about that diamond Justin? What's the story behind that? You said your dad bought it for your mom but obviously she never got it. Why Justin? What the hell is going on? Was your father some type of monster like you? Because..."
"Enough!" Justin screams out as his face turns a bright shade of red. "I killed them ok!? All of them. I killed them because they deserved it!" He blurts out before he hunches over with his hand on his knees trying to take in air. "Fuck..."
And I'm speechless.
He killed them...who the hell is them? "You...your father...he..." I whisper but he shakes his head ‘no' before he looks up at me.
"No...Veronica and Antonio..." he mutters and again, shock takes over. Justin knew a woman named Veronica. That...that's my stage name.
"Holy shit."
"You wanted to fucking know...now you know. I'm just your regular monster huh?" Justin spits out coldly, straightening his posture.
"Justin I don't understand what..."
"Jesus Diane...Veronica was my dad's mistress. She was one of his fucking girls and he married her. He broke the fucking rules and he broke my mother's heart ok? Then the bitch turned on him and..." His voice and resolve suddenly begins to crack before he mindlessly takes a seat on the floor staring off into space. Bowing his head, he sniffles as he mutters something under his breath. "I watched them murder him in cold blood. I...I watched them kill my dad with no remorse...and I couldn't do anything to stop them. I...I was only sixteen..." Lifting his head to stare at me, Justin wipes at his nose before he zones out again. "I was only sixteen..." he reiterates. "Jesus and then...Ashley and...and Simone...oh god..." He sobs covering his face with his palms. "I tried to forget. I tried so hard but I couldn't and it's killing me." He divulges.
I'm still standing there a few feet away from him as he continues to ramble on and on about god knows what and I'm still shocked and extremely confused. I thought he was talking about his father. Who the hell are Ashley and Simone? Dear god, what the fuck happened to him in his past? This sounds like a nightmare.
Watching as Justin crumbles into a whirlwind of unstable emotions in front of me, I don't know if I should bolt or stay and try to make sense of what he's saying. I mean, he could explode at any minute and I don't want to be around for that. Still, watching a grown man grip his knees to his chest, swaying back and forth as he hiccups and cries, is enough to break my heart.
Going against my better judgment, I sigh in defeat before I close the gap between us and stoop down to his level. Placing my palms on his shoulder, I study him intently realizing that he's avoiding eye contact with me.
"Ok Justin. I have no idea what you just said, but, why don't you take your time and start at the beginning and tell me the real truth about your past and why you're like this? Let me help you. I'm here." I try to comfort him.
I'm just going to ignore that we're having this little sharing time on the kitchen floor because there are more important things to worry about here like the state of his mind. He's slowly destroying his self and I can't allow that to happen...no matter what he's done. I'm sure he had a good reason that I just need to hear him explain all of this for my own sanity.
Stopping his swaying, Justin darts his eyes over to glare at me before he drops his legs flat unto the floor. Gasping with fright when he circles his strong arms around my waist to pull me and sit down on him, he nods slowly before he rests his head on my shoulder, breathing in deeply and still hugging me.
"Ok Di, ok, I'll tell you the truth."