Justin's POV

My head snaps up as I hear the door to my room creek open only for it to hang low again.

"Justin?"

It's him.

|Previously|

His son wants to talk to me? Who can his son possibly be? My questions are answered when the one and only Gregg Sulkin—or Pierce?— walks through the door.

I scowl at his mere presence, the taste in my mouth going sour. I spit, "What do you want?"

His lips quirk up into a smirk and I feel the anger at his betrayal boiling deep inside of me. Or am I mad at the fact that he's Pierce's son? I don't know but all I do know is that this rage I feel is against him and his dad.

"Now, do you think you should have an attitude with your captors son?" His voice teases which then confuses me.

He has an accent when he didn't have one before, nor did his father.

"How—," I begin to ask before he interrupts me.

"Britains can change accents easily, and I don't think you knew that."

I glare at him, "I knew that, I just didn't know you were British."

I watch with narrowed eyes as he forms his lips into a fake yet playful pout. How does his father take him seriously when he acts like this?

Gregg steps away from the doorway and comes toward me. He crouches down in front of me,  his face level with mine. This is when I feel his hot breath on my face which causes me to scrunch it up in disgust.

He sees my reaction to his breath and begins to talk breathy-like so his breath purposely surrounds the air around my nose and mouth. After accidentally inhaling some of the musty scented air, I cough and attempt to rid of the taste.

"I like them sassy, so I guess you are a good match," he breathes before smirking.

I clench my fist within the handcuffs as my body starts to shake ever so slightly. Pissed. Face creasing into a scowl and knuckles turning white, I lunge at him even though both my hands and feet are tied together.

He lets out a huff of air as I land on top of him and begins laughing when I start to bang on his chest, shouting insults at him. This, however, angered me even more.

"You," I hit him harder, "think this is funny?"

This dude has the audacity to laugh when Jason is most likely in the building ready to kill him for betraying the team. Not only that, he attempts to flirt with me! Sooner or later, Gregg catches his breath then pushes me off of him. I have already run out of energy so I let him carry out the action.

"You're rough...I li-," he gets interrupted as someone knocks on the door.

I sigh in relief, ready to enjoy the time spent without Gregg. A female walks into the room and motions for Gregg to leave. She seems uninterested while she leans against the wall furthest from me with her arms crossed.

"Hi," she simply greets.

"Hello," I reply, a bit more formal.

Slowly, a smug smile etches into her features. "I know Jason like the back of my hand." Her green eyes flicker up to meet mine when she speaks, "And I also know he doesn't give a shit about you out of all people."

This time I frown. Tilting my head to the side, I narrow my eyes at her. What is she talking about?

She notices my confused eyes and chuckles, "I've been with Jason through thick and thin."

"And who exactly are you?" I question, observing her body language and details about her.

The way she stands, head held up high and shoulders back, tells me she's confident...knowing exactly what she wants. She doesn't fidget or try to avoid eye contact, and that scares me.

Her greens eyes stare down at me as her bottom eyelids curve up as if she was smiling with her eyes. A teasing laugh rumbles from her chest as she comes closer.

After stopping, she puts a finger under my chin and makes me look up at her. "You don't know, do you?"

I shake my head, my forehead creasing in question.

"We go all the way back to high school, Justin," she starts. "Our relationship was strong but then it started faltering. I had a feeling something wasn't right two years into the relationship and found him cheating on me with someone that looked similar to you."

Hearing this, I look down at my fingers. My wrists aren't bound together anymore but my feet still are. Did he really do that? I ask myself.

Jason's POV

We watch as June exits the room Justin is supposed to be in. She nods her head towards the door and I shoot up. Kathryn, Logan, and Vanessa stand up after me, following closely behind.

What I wasn't expecting was for Justin to act so coldly towards me when I entered the room. But here he is, face turned away even after I call out his name.

"Justin?

I wait a minute before glancing over at Logan. Why? I ask him with my eyes. He just shakes his head and focuses on Justin's huddled figure.

Cringing, I notice the small cuts and dark bruises that are scattered across his body. Only wrinkles of fear and worry adornes his face but those will go away with time.

I crouch down in front of the teen and put my finger under his chin, forcing him to look at me. Fear, sadness, and anger fills his eyes. Who or what is he angry about is the only question running through my mind as I inspect him closer.

"What's wrong?" I asks.

He says nothing.

"Is it something I did? If it's with me being late to bust you out, Justin, I'm sorry," I go on.

"It's not that," the words come from his mouth in a broken voice.

"Then what is it?

He glares up at me with his lips quivering in anger. His eye twitches out of irritation as he suddenly sits up.

"Why'd you do it, Jason?" His voice raises, jabbing my chest with his small index finger. "Do you think of him when you're with me?

My initial frown deepens when I'm taken aback. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, I grab his finger but he slaps my hand away.

"Don't touch me," he snaps, "I feel dirty."

"Justin, what do you mean you feel dirty?"

"I feel like you're going to use me like you did her."