Are you afraid? || Jason McCann

Chapter 33

(A/N: Sorry I was extremely late on the update. I had exams and just got onto summer break so I'm free!)

Jason

"You know damn well what happens when someone doesn't pay me back!" He kicked the man lying in his own blood on the ground. He was well in his late thirties, yet he thought this was like some fifteen year old weed deal.

"I-I'm sorry man!" His stuttered coughing up blood, "I'll get it back by tomorrow I promise!"

I twirled my handgun around in my hand staring at him. I pulled up a steel fold up chair and sat right in front of him. Leaning down so he could look me directly in the eyes.

"Do I look like I'm playing around?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

He stayed silent, "Answer me!" My voice bounced off the walls in the empty ware house.

But just as he was about to speak up, I interrupted him. "Because I'm not. This is not fucking high school. You fucking owe me twenty fucking grand!" My blood started to boil even more. I was so tired of people fucking me over. I was tired of people lying to me.

"Man I swear - I swear I will pay you back give me until tomorrow night! Thirty hours!" He winced just trying to speak.

I placed my gun to his forehead as he lied on his stomach looking up at me. I crouched down to him pushing the chair away from me. "Twenty four hours." I sad very clear and sternly said.

"Thirty come on man."

I pulled the cap down with my thumb slowly, it clicking into place. My finger gliding against the trigger. His eye squeezed shut "Fuck! Fine!" He gave in, I smiled in victory and put my gun away.

"You have to be here. Only you. Every fucking dime. If you don't show up, I will find you and blow your fucking brains out." I spat at him, "No one gets away with anything with me. I find out everything."

Natalie

Guilt. Guilt was all I felt through out the day. Looking at Jason even hurt. I sat on the couch just staring at blank. I haven't felt this guilty before. Maybe it was because how everyday I keep falling harder and harder for Jason.

"Are you okay?" Jason's face of concern came in front of mine.

"Absolutely" I smiled, snapping back into reality.

"Let's do something tonight, ya?" He sat next to me placing his cold hand onto my bare thigh. I stared at his hand, with no reason I just had such deep thoughts all day. I looked at every detail of his hand. His finger tips with the slight length of a nail. His veins that ran from his arm to his fingers. To think of it, how many people he has murdered with his hands. All the blood all over his hands.

"Maybe stay home. You don't look well." Jason spoke up again placing his finger underneath my chin for me to look up. His sincere but concerned smile puckered and placed a small kiss on my lips. "I'll be right back." He smiled and ran up stairs.

My fingers traced along my lips. I felt like it was the very first he's ever kissed me. It was like, refreshing them from before. Loud thumps came down from the stairs. Looking over, it was Jason running down with blankets and pillows.

"What are you up to?" I couldn't help but to giggle at how cute he was.

I decided to just try to relax and let go of what happened today. Pretend nothing happened, it's not like Jason will find out. Joseph would never dare to tell Jason. He knows he would end up 6 feet under ground.

"We're going to build a fort!" He cheered throwing the stuff onto the ground.

I stood up to start helping him. But a frown came across his face as he was about to start. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry to kinda let you down, but I' don't know how to build one, I've never done this before."

I laughed a slight and cooed, "Well I wasn't expecting a criminal to know how to."

"Hey! I wasn't always a criminal!" He chuckled, "Well maybe at heart."

"Well first go get some chairs" I began to pick up a blanket and ordered Jason around.

Once we finished wrestling and several pillow fights we finally finished the Fort. It sat right in the middle of the living room taking up the whole middle section. It was probably the best one I've ever built. Considering I've only make couch ones in my younger days.

Jason seemed pretty excited for it once we finished it. It totally brought out his inner-child. But it seemed to make both of us happy and clarified me as the strongest after all the fighting.

"Oh!" Jason jumped up from under the Fort, "Can you go grab my laptop from my bag in my room?"

I nodded and made my way up the stairs. Walking into the room I scanned it looking for his bag. I found it sitting on his chair. I opened it up and pulled out his white thin MacBook. Along with it, a folded up piece of paper fell onto the ground. I placed the laptop onto the desk and bent down to grab the piece of paper.

I furrowed my eyebrows and opened it. Several numbers were written in a line on the paper with a woman's name above, it was a girls fucking phone number. Mixed feelings bubbled up from the pit of my stomach I looked in his bag to find anything else. I found a condom wrapper, which wasn't ours because it wouldn't be in his bag and we haven't had sex since last week. Along with that a pair of red thongs. This has to be some fucking sick joke.

I left the laptop there and grabbed all the items and ran down the stairs to see Jason doing touch ups on the Fort. I stood there until he turned around. His face was puzzled once he saw my facial of exasperated. He started to walk towards me until his eyes connected to the items in my hands, his eyebrows furrowed.