The Complicated Jason McCann [on hold]

Chapter 1 - "Restart"

Jason McCann is just trying to get revenge on the Las Vegas police force. But when a promise is broken, his brother ends up dead. This makes Jason’s lust of revenge grow, making him more dangerous than ever. Sophie Jackson’s mother, her guiding light and riddled with cancer, finally passes and Sophie has never been the same. Drinking became her life, so when her dad buys a hotel in Las Vegas, she gets to start her life over again. When she stumbles across the dangerous Jason McCann, how will she react? The distraction of a girl is the last thing Jason needs, but what will he do if he can’t stop his feelings?

Follow Jason McCann and Sophie Jackson as their lives change forever in this action packed love story.

 

 ~The Complicated Jason McCann ~

Chapter One - "Restart."

 

-Jason-

“McCann, hurry up already.”

I slid into the seat of Johnson’s van, not bothering to reply to his order. My mind was focused on something else. Alex. Alex was my brother and was always with me. Until now, right now he was on the other side of Las Vegas, working with some unknown guy. So here I was, continuing on putting together our plan for revenge.

“When’s Alex getting back?” I asked, gritting my teeth together.

“Calm down, McCann. He’ll be back by sunrise.”

But sunrise felt too long away, I knew Johnson would want to continue working on the plan throughout the night.

“Come on, you’re normally so focused. Can’t you go without your brother for two days?!”

I sighed, “No.”

He looked at me, his eyebrow slightly raised. “Fine, we’ll wait for him before we continue.”

I smirked. “That’s more like it.”

-Sophie-

The cold air tickled at my skin, goose bumps beginning to appear on my tanned arms. I took a swig of rum, letting the fiery liquid slip down my throat. I gripped the plastic cup tightly, watching the waves roll in and crash at the shore line. On the beach the loud party music played, couples grinding up against each other. Normally I’d join in on that, I mean, who doesn’t like dancing at a party? But tonight I felt dull; something in my life was missing. Oh yeah, I’m moving.

I didn’t want to move, I had all my friends here. Partying late every night, getting drunk and spending the days in bed with a throbbing head ache. It wasn’t healthy, but it got my mind off my life at home. Five months ago, my mother died of cancer and ever since, I’ve found myself with these people, letting guys take advantage of me.

But I was getting over it, and I finally had a chance to escape it. My dad had bought a hotel in Las Vegas called the Luxor. It was pretty cool; I’ve always wanted to go there. No, not for the drinking, but to see the beautiful lights at night time. I guess Las Vegas wasn’t the ideal place to go to stop drinking but it’s not like I’ll be in the heart of it all much.

I liked Los Angeles, through the day, everyone worked but at night, people here still knew how to party.

“What’s the matter?” Jasmine asked, taking a seat on the grass hill beside me.

“I’m moving, remember?” I told her blankly, not bothering to look at her.

I dug my heel in the ground, hearing the occasional crash of a big wave, over the loud pumping music. I finally looked up at Jasmine, her face showing sadness and a sympathetic look for me. See, Jasmine was my best friend. But we didn’t exactly have much in common other than hiding from something in our lives behind alcohol. She noticed my stare, looking up showing her brown eyes, a thick rim of black eyeliner around them.