I TOLD YOU SO Justin

So you're probably wondering, "What in the hell happened to that sweet and innocent Justin Taylor?" Well, sorry folks, but it's all an act. It's an act that I am good at and will continue to do for as long as necessary. It's great actually. You have no idea how many people will think that they are your friends and that they can trust you...I am damn good at seeming to be niiave and innocent. Everyone wants to either fuck me or protect me. No one thinks that I have the capability to crush them. I like that. And when they finally realize how much I can truly hurt them, they're too late.

Now Brian. I knew he was into this. I'm not stupid, nor am I as blind about life as Michael. It was actually pretty obvious. At first, when I started noticing, I was a little scared. Not for myself, but for Brian. But I knew Brian could take care of himself. Besides, I was stalking the guy for awhile, remember? So, duh! Of course I saw what he did when he clocked out of the agency. And it didn't bother me one bit. In fact, I found it pretty fuckin' hot. I don't think I would say that if it was anyone else though...Brian can make anything look hot. Brian smacking someone: hot. Brian shooting someone: hot. Brian barking orders at someone: hot. Brian fucking me? The hottest.

So when I walked into the loft an hour earlier than he had expected, I was only moderately surprised to find him "conducting business." But I was hungry and too annoyed with the thought that our dinner plans would have to cancelled to really say anything about it other than, "Does this mean we're NOT going out to dinner?" Thankfully we did go out or the story would have had a totally different ending.

So as Brian continued going up the ladder, I did my best to help him along that lovely totem pole. I gave suggestions to him (in private, of course! Can't let anyone see I approve), I used my sweet and innocent tactics to get information for him about other members of his "family," and he fuckin' loved it. I met Nick, Sr. a few months ago. He thought I was adorable. Who wouldn't? I'm the perfect blonde boy bombshell. I have beautiful blue eyes that seem to glow under certain lights, I have pouty kissable lips, soft and healthy hair, a great ass, nice body, amazing hands....I am a perfect package. And then my added bonus is my "who me?" attitude. You know the one: the I'm spunky and a total brat, but that's because I just don't know any better; because I'm so niave about the world and trust everyone. Yeah, that added bonus is the money bag. Now of course I AM a brat and I AM spunky...that much is true. But it isn't because I just don't know any better. It's because I DO know and damnit, I want it all.

Now I can only imagine what you are thinking right now. You're probably in shock, right? Well deal with it because this is who I am. Of course, don't let anyone know that I told you this or else I'll have to kill you. I mean it.

Now Brian's "family"... not his Liberty Ave family, but his "other" family," they love me so fuckin' much it's almost scary. But that's because I am exactly what Nick, Sr. said: Adorable. Now most of the guys are straight. I think Brian did that on purpose, he really does have a jealous streak about it. Once, this one guy who was working under Brian tried to make a pass at me. I never saw him again. I think Brian killed him. In any case, Brian's "family" adores me. In the beginning, they tried to back me into a corner. It was so obvious. We were in the loft and a bunch of them were talking about how they "smack their bitches" and shit like that. I was only half listening. Not all the guys were assholes like that, but I guess the majority are in this line of work. So anyway, a bunch of them were going on about it and the other side was complaining how that was just wrong and blah blah blah...like I said, I was only half-listening. But then one of them, Jerry, asks me, "Does Brian ever hit you?" Now of course Brian would never hit me. Jesus, if he even TRIED to hit me I would rip off his balls and hand them to him. However, I'm 'sweet, niave, innocent little Justin,' remember? I knew this was a test. Moreso for Brian than for me. If I said "no," then the assholes might see Brian as weak (yeah right!). If I said "yes, all the time, my God!" then the 'good guys' would see Brian as a brute. So I had to ask myself, "What would Justin say?" And I knew the answer. With the most wide-eyed and sincere voice and expression I could muster, I answered "Only when I deserve it." Now THAT was fuckin' good. Because now not only did that leave room to think, but made me the ideal partner for any of these fuckers. Their respect for Brian must have hit the ceiling that day. Not only did his partner not mind that he fucked around, but would blame himself for any violence placed upon him. Again, I was the ideal partner, and Brian was the stud in their eyes. Of course I never had any bruises, so it was obvious that Brian wasn't beating me. Anyone with half a brain could see that. But it was me saying that if he DID hit me, it was because I deserved it, that tied the package with a beautiful bow. Brian bought me a gold bracelet that night. Yep, I know, I rock.

So now Brian was pretty much running the show. Nick, Sr. was ready to retire with his wife and was more like a consult to Brian than anything else...of course Nick, Sr still had the final word for anything Brian couldn't handle...that had yet to happen. Brian can handle anything: thus, Nick, Sr. is leaving to Florida.

So now we are at present time. A month has passed since I moved back into the loft. Nick, Sr. has headed south with his wife, and Brian has taken over the business. Everything has been going fine until one lovely afternoon....

Brian and I were having one of our arguments. We argue quite a bit. It's fun. We're passionate people and when we fight, that usually means incredible sex afterwards. So like I said, we were arguing, and I was against the wall and Brian stood in front of me, his forehead pressed against mine as we bickered, his voice was menancing and it was fuckin' turning me on, which made me only angrier. The thing is however, that when I get really mad, my eyes well up with tears. It isn't like I'm crying or anything...they just tear up and get a little red. Brian on the other hand, never looks like he's about to cry...nope, he just looks hot. So we're going at it when the door knocks. "What?!" Brian answers, irritated at the disturbance. Harry walks in, "Sorry to interrupt, Sir." I try not to roll my eyes. Harry was such a kiss up, and not in the sincere way either. He annoyed me. "I just wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine." He gestures to a young man, kind of cute...but he was a cop. I could tell. The bastard was a cop. Probably the feds put him up to this. Brian, still with his mind on our argument, doesn't seem suspicious of the guy at all. The man nods, "Hey, I'm Tim." He then looks directly at me. Of course I can only imagine what he is thinking. He's thinking: that I am this innocent kid that is in a bad situation. That I'm some helpless victim, and thus a perfect candidate to help bring Brian Kinney down. Ha, if only the bastard knew. Yes, this was going to be too easy.

I walk over to the sofa and decide to finish my assignment while they chat. Harry, being the annoying kiss up as he is, asks, "Hey, Justin, how's school going?" He really irritates me. I smile at him, "Great, thanks for asking." He is such a moron. I can't wait for Brian to kill him.

They finally leave after a few minutes and as soon as Brian shuts the door, I state, "Tim's a cop or a fed." Brian arches his brow, "What makes you think so?" I shrug, putting my sketch book down, "Just a feeling." Standing up, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it across the room. Unbuttoning my jeans, I start walking towards the bedroom, calling, "So are you planning on fucking me, or what?" I don't need to bother looking back, I know Brian is following.