Michael put the paper down with a little smile. He looked at Justin and then kicked him under the table. “What the fuck? I’m trying to eat here.” Justin told him. “He is dead.” Michael informed him. “Who is?” Justin asked. “Marshall Johnson.” Michael told him. “No shit, really?” Justin asked surprised. “What happen?” “He was blown to pieces, I guess.” Michael said. “It says here that around six thirty, Paris time, there was a big explosion. When the authorities got there they found his kids sitting in the front yard. Everyone made it out okay except him. They can’t find his body or the men that worked for him either.” “Wow. Well, he deserved it.” Justin said shrugging while he pushed his plate away. “I can’t believe he got off on those charges. How do you do that to your own kids and sleep at night?” Michael shrugged. “Hey guys.” Emmett said. “Here you go baby.” “What’s this?” Justin asked. “Brian, sent you that.” Emmett told him. “Oh.” Justin said smiling. Michael watched Justin open the present with a big smile and he vowed in that moment that if Brian hurt the blond he would kick his ass. “What is it?” Emmett asked. “Chocolates.” Justin told him. “Delicious.” Emmett said. “Can I have one?” “No.” Justin told him. “No?” Emmett asked incredulous. “Okay, just one. I want the rest to share with Brian.” Justin said. “God you are so pathetic, Justin.” Michael told him. Justin smiled like a little kid and shrugged before he got up. “Where are you going?” Emmett asked. “I thought we were going to go shopping.” “Rain check, I want to go see Brian and properly thank him.” Justin whispered while he arched his brows a few time. “You slut.” Emmett said giggling. "Have a good time." “Be careful.” Michael told him. Justin nodded and left. “Hey what’s this?” Emmett asked grabbing the paper. “Shit, no way.” “Yup, I guess someone had the big balls to do it. He deserved it.” Michael hissed. "You think someone killed him?" Emmett asked. "Well, yeah." Michael said. "The kids and everyone else in the house had a different story. And bodies just don't go disappearing." Emmett nodded and kept on reading. *** Justin knocked on the door and took a step back when it was opened angrily. Brian was standing there like death had warmed over him. “Brian, are you okay?” Justin asked worried. “Justin, I can’t talk to you right now. Can you come back later?” Brian asked. “No.” Justin told him frowning. “I’m sick and I don’t want you catching anything.” Brian told him quickly. “That’s sweet, Brian, but I don’t care.” Justin argued. “Justin.” Brian said dryly. “Brian.” Justin whined. “Plus, I want to thank you for the chocolates.” “What chocolates?” Brian asked. “The ones you sent me.” Justin told him frowning. “You didn’t send me anything did you?” “Get in.” Brian hissed. “Brian, what’s going on?” Justin asked. “It’s a long story. Could you please not accept any more presents that come from me? Anything I have to give you, I will give it to you when we meet.” Brian said. “Who sent this, Brian?” Justin asked angrily. “What the fuck is going on?” “I think it’s someone I used to know.” Brian told him. “Like an old boyfriend?” Justin asked worried. “Not an old boyfriend.” Brian said. “Just someone I used to know.” Justin nodded. “What about the flowers and the bracelet?” Justin asked. “I didn’t send the flowers.” Brian said. “The bracelet I did, but from now on anything else I will give it to you personally.” “Is he jealous of me or something?” Justin asked. “Or something.” Brian whispered and tried to sit down but got up quickly when the pain shot through his body. “Brian! What happened to you?” Justin asked when he saw the way Brian had moved. “Nothing, I’m okay.” Brian said. “Bullshit!” Justin yelled. Justin moved in front of Brian and started undoing the buttons when Brian stopped him. Justin had already seen the bandages covering Brian’s chest. “Brian, let me see.” Justin demanded. “It’s nothing.” Brian protested. “Then let me fucking see it.” Justin yelled. Brian stood still as Justin opened his shirt. Justin took a step back when he found more than he was expecting. He had seen a gun on Brian’s waistband. “You have a gun.” Justin told him. “I guess I do.” Brian said. “Brian?” Justin asked what was going on with one word. “It’s a long story.” Brian informed him. “What happen?” Justin asked sadly. “Tell me what happen to you.” “I got shot. Can you see that?” Brian asked moving away from Justin. “Are you a cop, Brian? You never told me what you did.” Justin said looking at Brian. “I used to be. Then I got tired of the system.” Brian explained. “So why did you got shot?” Justin asked. “And why do you have a gun?” “I got careless.” Brian murmured. “I’m going to be okay. It’s nothing.” “What do you do, Brian?” Justin asked in a low voice. Brian took a deep breath. “I kill people.” Brian confessed. Justin just stared at the injured man for a long moment before responding, confused. “What do you mean, you kill people?” Justin asked not wanting to accept it. “Someone wants someone else dead, he or she takes out a contract on that person and I make it happen.” Brian replied tightly. "But with certain conditions." Justin cringed at Brian’s worlds before he started crying. “Justin, I…” Brian said but Justin didn't want to hear it. Justin put a hand up and shook his head. “Why? Why the fuck would you do this?” Justin yelled. “You are a fucking monster.” “Yeah, guess I am.” Brian whispered. “I knew there have to be something wrong with you. You were too good to be truth.” Justin said. Brian felt the tears coming to his eyes so he just turned around and walked to his room. He looked at himself in the mirror and rubbed his face. He returned when he heard Justin’s cries getting louder. “Why don’t you just leave, okay?” Brian asked standing in the doorway. “Why?” Justin asked. “You can’t deal with this and…” Brian said and once again was stopped. “No. Why do you do this, Brian?” Justin asked. “Is it for the money? There are tons of jobs out there. Shit, Brian. Don’t you know you are going to hell?” Brian walked up to Justin full of rage. “I do it because no one else will.” Brian shouted. “You know the last man I killed I enjoyed it.” Justin closed his eyes and shook his head. “Do you know he used to rape his kids since they were six? Sometimes just for kicks he would invite his buddies to fuck his son and video tape it. He used to cut into them when they refused and threatened them to kill their mother if they dare say anything.” Brian yelled angrily. Justin looked up and Brian not sure what to say. “So if I fucking have to go to hell so those kids won’t suffer one, then so be it.” Brian told him and turned around to go to his room. Brian slammed the door shut and went into the bathroom. He had been so agitated that his wound started to bleed again. Slowly, having done this before, he changed the bandages. Half an hour later when he came back out, Justin was sitting in the same spot. “What are you still doing here?” Brian asked a little nervous, yet relieved. Justin shrugged. “I don’t want to leave you but at the same time I…I’m so confused.” Justin said looking up. “You are something else Brian. I don’t even know what to think anymore.” Brian caressed Justin’s face. “Why don’t you just let me deal with my demons myself?” Brian asked. “I don’t want to.” Justin said getting up and seeing some of Brian’s blood in the bandage. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” Brian told him. “You should rest.” Justin told him. “I’m okay really.” Brian assured him. “Get in the bed, now!” Justin ordered. “Okay fine.” Brian grunted. Justin helped Brian to the bed. He kissed Brian’s forehead and smiled. “I’ll help you deal with your demons.” Justin whispered. “Did I tell you how amazing you are? You are flawless.” Brian told him. “Well, I do go out with you when I should be running for the hills.” Justin told him as he helped Brian out of his shirt. “But I guess that if that is one of my flaws, I don’t want perfection any time soon.” Brian looked up and smiled at the angel that had been dropped at his door.