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

Chapter Five

-Jason's P.O.V.-

Finally getting out of solitary confinement was amazing. I actually wanted to be surrounded by my own kind. I never thought I could go mentally insane, but I did. I was locked in a cage with no windows. No view of the outside world. My thoughts were my only friend and they weren't playing nice.

I missed Kayla, I missed sex, and I missed decent food. I haven't had sex in months. Ever since I captured Kayla, I have had zero intercourse. None. This wasn't like me. I would usually force sex upon my captures, but with Kayla, it was different. I wanted it to be on her terms, not mine.

"Dinner time, McCann." Officer Smith said as he unlocked my cell. 

I walked out with the two police officers close behind. I made my way down the two flights of stairs and walked inside the cafeteria. Standing behind a few other prisoners, I hear people speaking in Portuguese. The worst of my thoughts appeared in my mind, but I tried to erase it. I don't want to see him here.

"Well, well. Isn't it Jason McCann?"

"João..." (John in English.)

"It's about time you joined the party."

"What are you doing arrested in Canada, anyways? You're from Brazil."

He smirked.

"Just here to annoy you." 

I rolled my eyes. 

"I should kill you right where you stand." I snarl through gritted teeth.

He laughed.

"But you can't."

"Why so sure?"

"Because you had your chance years ago and as usual, you fuck things up for yourself, McCann."

I glared at him. All I saw was fire as I remember the shit he put me through. As he walked closer to me, a devilish smirk appeared on his face.

"Remember your precious daughter and fiancee burning in the flames?"

"Time for bed, my precious girl." I say to my two month old daughter as I set her in the crib. She closed her little eyes, making a grin appear on my face. She was my heart and soul. My beautiful capture was tired so I let her rest while I dealt with Delilah. I didn't mind, though. I loved taking care of them.

I walked downstairs and sat on the couch. I had a headache from Delilah crying so much, but I wouldn't change it for the world. She could cry for years and I would be there to the rescue.

As my eyes slowly shut from being too tired, my phone rings in my pocket. Groaning, I take it out of my pocket and answer it. 

"Hello?"

"Jason, our warehouse is on fire!"

I sat up. 

"What the fuck, Alexander? How's it on fire?" I exclaimed, waking up Delilah.  

I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to be dealing with all of this at once.

"I don't know, man. But come quick."

I sigh before hanging up the phone. 

"Jason?" Amanda, my capture, was standing there, holding crying Delilah in her arms.  

I gave her sorry eyes, which she knew what it meant. 

"Another mission? Jason, you said you would change your life for us. Your family!" She cried.