Chapter Three in the same night! hehe I love writing ahead :P [Once again: I do not own Jason nor Justin Bieber or any of the characters that are unfamiliar.]

I waited after the bell rang for the majority of the class to leave before gathering my stuff to leave as well. I hadn't notice Jason doing the same until he was right on my heels at the door.
"Met me at my house, 5:00." he whispered in my ear before ducking out of the door and down the hallway. Was I going to meet 'his crew'? The thought scared me to death. I scurried to my locker and grabbed my studies for the night. I slammed my locker just in time to see Jason slam Kayla against a wall. I stopped myself from puking and walked the other way.

"What the hell are you supposed to wear when you meet someone's 'crew'?" I asked myself while starring at my closet. I grabbed my phone and dialed my father's number.
"Kill McCann yet?" he yawned into the phone.
I rolled my eyes, "No. But I have plan."
"And what might that be?" he said with acid in his voice.
"I'm going to get close to him," I smirked, "get a little more information on him and his crew."
"That's dangerous. It's only your first mission."
"Worried about your little girl?"
"I don't want you to screw this up." he replied dryly.
I frowned, "Have a little faith. I'm meeting his crew tonight, and I need to run this through with Boss."
"There is no direct contact with Boss."
"Okay, so give me his number." I sighed, and plopped down on the floor in front of my closet.
"Your not getting it, you will never, under any circumstances, talk to Boss in person, on the phone, through a camera. He won't allow it."
"But he texts me."
My father gave out a sarcastic laugh, "you think Boss has the time to text you?"
I glared at the air in front of me, "Fine. Then tell who ever the fuck runs this shit." I hung up the phone, "asshole." I muttered, and stood. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, high top Nikes, and a long sleeve v-neck black shirt. I through on the clothes, curled the ends of my hair, and headed out the door. Not before tucking my gun in back of my jeans, like a cop would do. I covered it up with a blue Aero hoodie.

I pulled up to Jason's house at 4:56, he was standing outside in a long sleeve red shirt, black skinny jeans, black Supras, a long chain around his neck, and a red a hat turned backwards. I bit my lip then composed my self. I was about to get out when Jason opened the passenger door.
He slid in, "Nice ride." he commented on my Ashton Martin before pulling out his phone. I just stared at him as he typed on his Blackberry. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow, "You wanna drive, or sit there and fantasize about me?" I glared at him, put the car into gear, and drove off. "Get on the interstate heading west, I'll tell you when to get off." I nodded, and followed his directions.
"So how'd you manage this sex on wheels?" he commented going through my car and radio.
I rolled my eyes at his rummaging hands, "My dad's apology for missing 8th grade graduation."
I could tell he looked up at me appalled, "He bought you car when you where in 8th grade?"
I laughed, "Nah, he waited till I got my permit."
"This car is fucking amazing." he commented again.
"I get it. I got a badass car. Can we move on now?" I rolled my eyes. I get enough looks pulling up to the grocery store, I didn't need this dude reminding me every second.
"Get off on the next exit."
"So what are we exactly doing?"
"Your going to do an agility course. So how useful you really are to us."
"I thought the deal was for you to help me? Not me help you."
He scoffed, "Yeah, I'll help you. But you know to much. In the end, we'd probably kill you anyway."
I slammed on my breaks and pulled off to the side of interstate.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled, bracing himself on the dashboard.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I countered, "The deal was you get me out of all this shit! Not pull me in deeper!"
He shrugged, "To bad. Either you join us, or you die."
"What about my dad?"
He shrugged again, "Your going to help bring down his little agency."
"This wasn't part of the deal!" I yelled, I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel.
"Sorry babe."
I turned my head to look at him, "I was going to go Harvard." I whispered. He didn't look at me. "I was going to become lawyer, help people get out of fucked up situations like this." he again didn't say anything. "Is there anyway of getting out of this?" I whispered much softer then before.
He looked at me with soft eyes, "If only there was."
I sat up, "Then we run away."
He laughed, "It's not that easy."
"I wish it was."
"We all do." he muttered, pulling out his phone, "Yo James, we're running a little late." he said into phone after dialing a number, "Nah man, she's getting cold feet." he paused then let out a low chuckle, "You never know, aight.."
"They don't actually want me to join, do they?" I asked, turning on my blinker and getting back on the interstate.
"I saved your life. You should thank me." I gave him a question glance, "I persuaded them into letting you join, they wanted to kill you the second that I told them our little deal."
"So basically, I'm going to go meet the dicks that were planning on killing me."
He busted out laughing, "pretty much. But, you were always a target."
"What?"
"Your dad, you really don't know anything about his job do you?" I shook my head no, "Your dad is the best assassin out there, world known. He mainly works for the big dogs, kills only for the best. My crew has gone to him."
I didn't reply, I knew my dad was good…but world known?
"Why would your crew go to him?"
"There's another trying to take over our territory, we needed to take out the leader. Turns out, the leader was one of your dad's agencies best customers. They spun around on us, killed my best friend. But I was the one that was supposed to be killed."
My eyes started tearing up, "My dad's a monster."
"We all are sweetheart."
"Your not that bad." I whispered, I felt his eyes on me but I wouldn't look back at him, "I can tell your not as bad. Not as bad as my father." I let out a small laugh, "You know, the man can't carry on a simple conversation with me?"
"Why's that?"
"I was never supposed to be born, he's ashamed of me. I was a mistake, he knocked up my mother after paying hundred dollars for a night of fun."
"Your mom was a-"
"A whore. Yes."
"I wasn't going to say that…"
"Might as well, it's the truth."
"Get off here." he muttered. I did and followed his directions for the rest of the way.

We pulled up to a warehouse, it looked abandoned, but I knew it wasn't. "Prepare yourself." he said before getting out and walking to the warehouse. I scurried after him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I whispered, standing close behind him.
"Their first reaction is key. If they act pervy towards you, you'll be fine, if they are dicks, well things might not turn out to great…"
I frowned, "Maybe I should've worn something more provocative."
Jason busted out laughing, "It might've helped." He opened the door and stepped into a huge loft elevator, I followed suit before he shut the bar door on me. I jumped when two huge metal door clamped over the door.
"So what's this agility course deal?" I asked breaking the awkward silence.
"Its going to start with fist fighting, and then we'll see how good your aim is."
I nodded, and pulled the hood up on my Aero hoody. Play it cool, act like you know what the hell your doing.
"Put your damn hood down." Jason snapped, pulling it down forcefully accidentally grabbing hair, I yelped out, "Chill the fuck out, your not accepted in yet."
I sighed, and shrunk behind him.
When the elevator lurched to a stop, Jason typed in some number so the metal doors would open. My breath hitched when I was finally able to see into the room.

The room opened up to glass staircase, which lead to who know, beside that was a pool table, a couple of guys standing around it. Behind that, almost out of my sight, was a small sitting room, I only noticed because of the smoke rising from that direction. On the other side of that stairs where metal doors, shelves of photos lay beside them. There was another door behind the stair case.
"I get it. I got a bad ass hideout. Can we move on now?" Jason said in a high pitch tone, mocking me. I gave him a sarcastic laugh, and followed him past the dudes playing pool.
"Who's this chicka?" a Hispanic dude whistled as I walked by. Jason sent him a warning look, the guy spun around and didn't say anything else.
"Let's go." Jason said, grabbing my elbow and escorting me to the smoke filled sitting area.
I coughed lightly as I sat down next to Jason.
"So this is Adrienne?" an intimidating, really tan, man spoke, he had a Boston accent. I gave him a small smile in which he returned with a toothy one. They aren't as bad as Jason talked them up to be. "It'd be a shame to have to kill such a beautiful girl." Jason tensed beside me, but I kept calm and collected. "How do I know I can trust you?"
"I-"
But Jason cut me off, "Shut the fuck up."
"Chill out bro." I narrowed my eyes at him, "I have a question for you, first." I said to the man. Jason grumbled beside me, and flopped back hard. "Are you going to make me kill me anyone?"
The man laughed, "That's your choice sweetheart."
I silently thanked God, "So what-"
"That's enough Adrienne." Jason mumbled.
"Jason." the man snapped, "Let the girl speak, or leave." Jason got up and walked to the pool table, but not before shooting me an evil eye.
I smiled back the man, "May I know your name? Or is this all secret like my father's agency?"
"I'm Alec." he replied with a sly smile.
"Nice to meet you," I smiled, "Jason told me that I would work mainly the deals and such…but I don't really trust him."
"Oh but you will have to."
"Why is that?" I ask, setting back. I honestly didn't feel uncomfortable. If Jason wouldn't have killed me, I'd probably kick my feet up on the coffee table in front of me.
"He's your trainer, your partner. Everything he does, you do. And the opposite." He shrugged. I nodded, maybe after I got more acquainted with everyone, I'd be able to exchange. "It's permanent." I groaned, making Alec laugh.
"Is there anyway I could do the background work?" I asked, in a small voice, he raised an eyebrow at me, "Organize things, I mean I'll clean!"
Alike again laughed, "I still have not decided, I will after your agility course."
I nodded, "So, what happens when my fathers agency contact me again, and I have yet to kill Jason?"
He sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, connecting his fingers in front of him, "Your going to have to go off radar." I gave him a look, "You will have to stay here, we are going to make them think you are hostage."
"What about school?" I asked. No, I have not lost all hope in Harvard.
"As far as I'm concerned, you've got the flu." He smirked. He was going to get my school work sent to me. "But you cannot leave unless otherwise permitted. Understand?"
I nodded, "May I go get my things?"
He nodded, "This will not go into effect until tomorrow. Have your bags packed and in your car. When you leave school, you will be ambushed to make it appear as if you've been kidnapped. You will be returned here. Have you received anything from your father recently?"
I pulled out my phone, "he gave me this when he broke the news."
"May I see it?" I nodded and handed him the phone. He examined it, pressed the screen a few times, "The idiot didn't put a tracker on it."
"what does that mean?"
Alec gave me a smile, "things just got a whole lot easier. James!"
"Sir?" called a tall tan blonde with beautiful green eyes.
"Take Mrs. Adrienne here to the Training room, get her ready."
"Yes sir." he nodded to Alec, then turned to me, "Come with me gorgeous." he winked. I think I just died. I blushed a thousand reds, but followed him nonetheless.

"Eh where you going?" Jason called after I had walked past the pool table. He glanced up at me as he shot the cue ball.
"The training room…" I mumble, biting my lip, "Jason…" I muttered as low as possible, he looked up at me and raised an eyebrow, "Come with me?"
He looked shocked at first, but then he shrugged and set down his stick, and walked over to me, "Let's go shawty." I smiled up at him and followed him to the training room.
"Thought I lost you back there." James smiled up at me. I smiled back, trying not to notice his shirtless torso. The boy was ripped.
"Let's get this going… I need to get her back before her Pops starts getting suspicious." Jason said, casting a menacing look over to James. He leaned against a wall and pulled out an iPod and plugged the buds into his ears.
James smirked at him then turned to me, "Change into these sweats." he threw them towards and I caught them. I stood there waiting for him to tell me where to change. "You going to change or not?" he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Wait you want me to change out here?" I asked, pointing at the ground, he nodded, "In front of both of you." he nodded again. I just stood there dumbfounded.
"Oh come here." Jason snapped, He moved to a corner and took of his hoody, making a makeshift changing room for me. I scrambled to him and stood between him and the corner.
"So are you going to close your eyes or…?"
"Just change damn it!"
I jumped and started to strip, trying not to notice Jason's eyes on me. I quickly threw on the sweats and the over sized shirt. I silently congratulated myself for wearing a cami under my shirt, so Jason only seen my black and blue boy short underwear. Jason put his hoody back on, then let me move out of the corner.
"Alright," James said clapping his hands together, "Let's see what your better at, fighting with fists, or a weapon." I gulped.

"Come on get mad!" James yelled as he swung at me, I ducked but landed on my ass. I let out a half yell as he tried to round kick my head. I got up and ran towards Jason. "He's not going to be around you all the time!"
I stopped mid-step, he had a point, "Your father might be the best, but you're the worst." He taunted. I felt my stomach bubble up, he was starting to hit that nerve. "You'll never make it. I bet you were planning to go to college right? Had your life planned out." I turned to look at him, I think my right just twitched, "You were going to get married, pop out a kid or two," He smirked, circling me, "The man would be doctor, not a gang banger like your little friend over there," he said motioning to Jason, Jason was oblivious to everything, his music was turned up loud. I looked at him for a moment, that's when James tried to hit me. But I blocked him, caught his hand just inches from my face.
"Don't fuck with me James."
"No, that's what Jason does."
I let out a growl of pure pissed off-ness, I twisted his arm in a painful direction. He yelled out and spun around, trying to stop the pain, I twisted further and he feel to his knees. "You want to say anything else?" I whispered in his ear.
"Bitch." he spit out. I let go of his arm and kicked him in the spine. He fell fast first, his head slamming against the padded floor.
I stood, fists ready, "Get up."
He let out a laugh, "Your pretty hot when you get pissed." for some reason the pissed me off more. I grabbed his hair pulling him up.
"How hot do you think I am now?" I slammed his head against my knee, knocking him out.
"Dayyy-umm." Jason said, snapping me back to reality, "And I thought I had bad when you fucking kicked me in my side." he gave me a small glare, which I returned with a small smile. "Alright, obviously, you can hold your own with fist fighting. Now lets go to the shooting range." I grabbed my clothes and followed him.

"If you point this gun at me, you won't get off so easy again." Jason said handing me a handgun, "this is a 9x19mm Walther p99, it has a little kick…so it'll take some getting used to." For some reason, it was hot for him to just look at the gun and know exactly what it was.
"It looks like my gun." I muttered, reaching behind me, and pulling out.
"You brought your fucking gun?" he yelled, he stepped back a bit.
"I don't trust you McCann." I mumbled, replacing it.
Jason regain his composure, "Well, your gun is the same as this one, have you shot it before?" I shook my head no, "okay well, come here." I followed him into a room, a narrow room, a target was hung in the middle. Jason handed me the gun and moved me to the marked line where I was supposed to stand. I was about to cock the gun, and let it loose, but Jason did something I didn't expect him to.
"Alright, fire the gun when I tell you to." he whispered in my ear. He stepped up right behind me, my back pressed against his chest. He slide his fingers down my raised arms slowly, I could feel his breath on my neck. When his hands reached mine, he wrapped them around mine, steadying my arms. My heart was bounding hard, my entire body pulsing. "Fire." he whispered, and I did. I only glanced at the target, before shooting. The gun kicked me back a little, but Jason was braced. "Holy shit." he said, backing off and running to the target, "you fucking got a bulls eye. Alec is gonna freak when he sees this." Jason had a smile so wide I thought I was dreaming. It was a genuine smile, he was genuinely excited that I had gotten a bulls eye.
I smiled back at him and lowered the gun, but Jason's smile faded, "He's going to make you do more then just background stuff if he finds out. You're the best, I mean, the only person we have to get a bulls eye the first time ever shooting a gun." He ripped down the target, and stared at it for a moment.
"Jason?"
"Tell me know, do you really want to be in all this?" his eyes looked worried, "If I turn this in," he gestured to the target, "I have no control over what he makes you do."
"If I'm good at this, then well, shouldn't I do it?"
Jason walked over to me, "This could change everything, Adrienne. You wouldn't work the background, you'd be out in the field with me."
I gulped, "Maybe that's where I want to be."
He shook his head, "Its not as easy as you think."
"But, you'll help me, right?"
"I can't be there all the time."
He was right, I was relying on him way to much. I didn't trust him, or at least, that's that I kept telling myself. I didn't want to trust him, I didn't want to find him extremely attractive, and I didn't want to be beside him in the field. I needed to trust him, I couldn't help but find him extremely attractive, and I needed to be beside him. This was all wrong, shouldn't I be daddy's little girl, be on his side? But since when has he ever been on my side?
"But I'll be there when I can." he muttered, his hand placed gently on my shoulder, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into my shoulder.
"I shouldn't have to rely on you."
"Who else are you going to rely on? Your father?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, "If I killed you, I would probably become closer to him. He'd stop treating me like I'm a mistake."
"If you had wanted to kill me, you would've done it already." He said stepping up to me, "If I really thought you where going to kill me, I would've already killed you."
I closed to space between us, "People can change there mind." I held the gun up in between our bodies, the muzzle facing his chin.
"Pull the trigger." He said, his eyes never leaving mine, "If you want to be so closer to you father, pull the fucking trigger."
I stared back into his hazel eyes, I wondered what it would be like if I did pull the trigger. Would things be easier? Would I be able to go to Harvard? Or would the rest of his crew kill me before I could even open the door?
But I know exactly why I couldn't pull the trigger…
I'd miss the son of bitch to much.