Broken parts

When good meets bad

I was lost. Completely and utterly lost. My cell was dead and no one was around. The sun was beginning its descent and light was fading. I had promised my boss I would work extra hours tonight at the café in return for an early finish tomorrow. I decided to take a 'short cut' through an ally, but I had no clue where it took me. Panic was setting in as my orientations left me.

I turned a full circle, taking in my surroundings.

"Lost?" A deep voice said from behind me. I turned to see who it was. Who he was.

Fear gripped my throat as I took in the sight in front of me. He had sandy blond hair, pulled over the side of his head, deep brown eyes and gorgeous dimples. A sharp jaw line finished off the look.

It wasn't his bad boy looks that rattled me, it was his name, and the fact that I knew who he was.

Jason McCann.

Wanted all over America for countless things.

Standing in front of me.

I backed away, getting ready to run. He stepped closer to me. I turned, about to spring when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," his voice seemed kinder now.

"Unless I need too." Nope, back to terrifying. The atmosphere was tense and everything seemed to fall quiet. My feet were frozen to the floor.

"Need a ride?" Okay, there was no way in hell I was getting in a car with hi-
"Can you speak?" His harsh words shocked some sense into me.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "But I'm not getting in a car with you."

"So I guess you know who I am," he sighed, slightly irritated. "Being Jason McCann certainly has its drawbacks," he muttered, "Look, you're lost, I can give you a ride, I only hurt people for a reason. And we have never met so I have no reason to hurt you."

But why would he want to help me?

I guess he read my questioning look.

"I guess I need some good karma for once," he mumbled his words and I only just caught what he said. "I can't just leave you here. I may be a criminal but I'm not heartless. You're my problem now. Other... people are here this late. You probably wouldn't last the night. Would it help if you held my gun?"

What people? Other criminals like him?

And why would he give me his gun?

He moved his right hand to his waistband and his sleeve slid up, revealing the edge of dark ink on his skin. He pulled out a shiny piece of metal. I eyed it suspiciously.

"Okay. I'll go with you." Did those words just leave my mouth?

He smiled and led the way. We walked in silence for a couple minutes until we reached a white Ferrari. I guess he made a lot of money from robbing banks like it said I'm the news. As he unlocked the car, he passed me the cool, metal weapon.

I felt strange in my hands. This was the first time I had seen a gun apart from on cops. I turned it over and stared at it. "Where to?" He asked me, waking me up out of my trance. I told him my address and he started the engine and pulled out into the streets.

I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were concentrated on the road and the corners of his mouth were pulled up into a smirk. He was clenching and unclenching his jaw subconsciously. "Enjoying the view, babe?" I blushed and looked away.

"What's your name, babe?" He asked me.

"Charlie." I said back. My voice wasn't completely confident and Jason knew it. A smirk played on his lips.

I was really nervous around him, I mean, I was in a car with a wanted criminal! I don't even know now he persuaded me to get in with him. And I had little to no experience around guys.

"What were you doing out this late at night, and in probably the most dangerous part of L.A.?"

"I worked late tonight, decided to take a shortcut through an ally." It sounded stupid as the words left my mouth. Everyone knew not to go I to a dark ally at night on your own!

"You're lucky I found you and not someone else." So there was worse than him? "A lot of guys would have... taken advantage of a girl walking around in her own,"

"And you haven't ever?" I questioned him, remembering all the articles about rape incidents all suspecting Jason.

Jason smirked, his eyes never leaving the road, "Ever raped anyone? Nah, such a turn off." I widened my eyes at him. "How far have you been with a guy?" This was the first time he had taken his eyes off the road and looked at me. My silence answered his question.

He laughed, "thought just as much."

I didn't realise we had arrived at my house until his car slowed to a stop.

I handed back his gun, opened the door and stepped out. "Thanks for the ride," I whispered to him, my voice faltering. He nodded his head.

"Until next time," he winked at me then sped off, leaving me standing at the side of the road, my eyes wide.