JASON'S POV
"What's up with you?" Max asked, pointing to my messy hair and sweaty chest.
"Nothing. What are you doing here? I thought you were staying in Florida?" I lead him into the kitchen.
"Well, I was. But I think I'll stay in Vegas for a while. Plus, we have work to do tonight." He leaned against the counter.
I grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and tossed it to him. "Work?"
"Yeah? The guys didn't tell you?"
I shook my head and opened a bottle for myself.
"We're leaving tonight."
"What are we gonna do?" I asked, then took a sip of the cold alcohol.
"I'm not for sure yet. Don't forget to bring your guns."
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"What?" Max asked, raising a brow.
"I just got healed from being shot. I could've died, max." I snapped.
"Big deal? You've been shot way worse many times before. Why are you so worried now?"
Truth is, I don't want to die. Not because I'm selfish, but because I want to be there for Jordan. I don't want to get hurt and hurt her too.
"It's nothing." I glanced away.
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Jason McCann
FanfictionAfter her parents have finally gathered enough money and she has kept up her good grades in school, Jordan Martinez gets to go on vacation with her "friend-with-benefits." While they plan to bathe in the summer sun by the ocean all summer, fate has...
