Thick as Thieves | j.b. a.g.

Chapter Three *trigger warning*

  -Jason's POV-

"Jason!"

"Look who finally got caught!" 

"You're my bitch now, pussy boy!"

I growled as I listened to the prisoners comments and the rattles of their cages. They better shut their mouths before I shut it for them. Do they know who they're talking to? I'll beat them till their brain matter is scattered across the cold concrete floor.

"Here's your stop, McCann." Officer Smith smirked as he unlocked my jail cell. 

"Gee thanks. Couldn't figure that one out for myself." I say sarcastically.

A hard kick to the shin was Smith's reply and I fell to the ground in pain.

"Fuck!" I groan while trying to keep my composure. 

Smith bent down to my level, meeting my cold, soulless eyes.

"You have enough enemies here, McCann. Don't make me one of 'em."

Smith stood up to take the handcuffs off me and throw me into my cell before slamming the white rusty metal door shut. 

♛

It's been a week.

A whole damn week without Kayla. As much as that girl drives me beyond insane, she sure did leave an impression on my hardly beating heart. She became a part of my purpose. When I imagine taking over Ontario, I imagine her beautiful self standing right beside me. 

The fact she makes me feel this way is making me want to end her life even sooner. How dare she make me feel ways no man like me should ever feel? Disgraceful.

A bang at my cell door broke me out of my thoughts.

"Get your ass up, McCann. You have a visitor."

My heart started to pound. Who in the hell is here to visit me? I had my hopes of who it could be, but I learned a long time ago to stop ever feeling excitement for things. That's when you get disappointed.

I stood up and walked towards the entrance of my cell. I put both of my hands through the tray hole so Smith could put handcuffs on my wrist. I felt Smith tightened a bit too tight to get under my skin, but I did not allow him to see my discomfort. 

I slide my hands out of the tray hole so Officer Smith can lead me to the visitors hall. It looked like the stereotypical visiting rooms you see on television. It was a room with three chairs, three bullet proof glass windows, and a telephone. Along with a pitiful person who has to deal with piece of shit people like me.

I walked to the far end to see who was on the other side of the glass. There she sat, my beautiful Kayla. 

-Kayla's P.O.V.-

"But you promised!" I spat, tears brimming in my eyes.

Alexander laughed and grinned an evil grin. 

"I break promises, my dear. I mean, I'm fucking you, aren't I?"

I scrunch my nose in disgust as I storm off into "our" room when he grabbed my arm firmly. Before I could even speak to defend myself for walking away, his hand collided with my face, instant pain rushing to the right side of my face. Shock consumed me as I realized what he has done.

"What the fuck?!" I hissed, letting my tears fall.

"What did I tell you about not obeying me, little girl? You're under my control now. You may be able to act that way around Jason, but with me, you will respect me."