Forbidden (Jason McCann X Reader)

Part 7

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I flutter my eyes open to see a familiar face sleeping peacefully in front of me. His snores are like little cat purrs. It's hard to imagine that he's a ruthless criminal when he looks like this. His brown orbs soon start to unfurl and open up. He looks at me with puffy and still half asleep eyes.

"Good morning sleepy head." I smile.

"Morning." He grumbles, finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

"You want breakfast?"

"Sure." His raspy voice answers.

His eyes slowly fall shut and he goes back into a deep sleep.

I hold back a laugh. Its like he hasn't slept in years.

"Okay." I say quietly and get up.

I make my way into the kitchen and turn on the kettle. I then start getting out the frying pan to make some pancakes. I mix up the batter and start pouring it into the pan.

I'm so glad I decided to take that walk on the bridge last night. If I hadn't then Jason would probably be dead. I'm really worried about him, I know there's definitely something up with him. I don't know how to approach it. He acts like a very macho guy with no feelings but I can see that on the inside he's crumbling. Maybe he's just never had anyone there for him. Maybe I could be that person.

My thoughts are silenced when I hear heavy footsteps trudge into the room.

"Hey, breakfast is nearly ready. Coffee's over there." I nod in the direction of the 2 mugs with wisps of steam coming off them.

He wanders over to the counter and picks one up. He takes a sip.

The sizzling of the pancakes are the only thing that can be heard.

"You don't talk all that much, do you?" I question.

He shrugs. "I don't have that much to say."

I put the last batch of pancakes on a plate and leave them on the bench. I reach over and grab my mug of coffee, causing Jason to shift over from his position leaning on the counter.

"Have as many pancakes as you want." Indicting to the plate.

I turn around and take my plate and mug and sit at the table. I spread some Nutella onto my pancakes and start chewing on them.

Jason soon comes and sits on the opposite side to me. He stares down at the pancakes, quite intently.

"Something the matter?" I ask.

"Nothing. Its stupid."

"Come on." I plead.

"Its just, no one's made me breakfast before." He sighs.

I cock my head to the side. He shakes his head and digs into the food.

God, how do I say something? I don't know anything about him, how am I supposed to get him to open up?

"So, how'd you get into the gang?" I start off. Not too forward, I don't think.

"Long story." He continues eating.

"I've got time."

He raises his right eyebrow, as if he's questioning my entire existence.

"What?" I ask.

"Why do you want to know so bad?"

"Because, well, I don't know. I was just trying to make conversation."

"By probing me. Look, I know what you're trying to do. Stop it." His dark gaze is threatening.

"Well, excuse me for caring."

"You don't care, you're just curious." He defends.

"Really? So is that the reason I stopped you from trying to kill yourself last night? Or when I took you home and allowed you to sleep in my bed? Or even making pancakes when I could've given you cereal or nothing at all? Because I'm just curious, not because I care?"

He opens his mouth to say something but closes it when he realises there's no words he can say.

"Mmm? Is that not caring?"

He reluctantly nods.

"So, do you want to talk or not?"

He exhales loudly. "Talk about what specifically?"

"Just start off with how you got into the gang."

He licks in bottom lip slowly, contemplating whether to answer or not. He eventually does. "I came into the gang by accident. I was young, naive. I didn't know how deep this shit goes, I didn't know it would take over everything."

"See, that wasn't so bad. Was it?"

He shrugs.

"Can I go a step deeper?"

He doesn't protest, yet the look on his face is hard to read.

"What happened before the gang?"

For a second, I think I see a tear well in his eye. But he blinks and it goes away. He shakes his head and stands up.

"I have to go now. Thanks for making breakfast and letting me stay here. I'll be on my way now." He picks up his jacket.

"Jason, wait, I'm sorry."

"I'll see you around." He fixes his jacket collar and goes to exit the room.

"Wait, you don't have a car."

"I'll walk." He replies.

"No way. Come on, I'll drive you." I stand up and put the plates in the sink.

"(y/n)." His voice irritated.

"I've got nothing better to do."

Before he can protest again, I grab my keys and walk out the door. A groan and the shuffle of feet can be heard behind me.

I open the car door and get inside, followed by an angry Jason who slams the door in frustration.

"Easy, you don't have to break the door."

He rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed by me.

I pull out of the driveway and drive off.

"So, where's your house?" I ask, realising I have no idea where I'm going.

"Just drop me off at HQ."

"I think you should go home. You work too much."

"Drop me off at HQ." He repeats harshly.

"Jas-"

"JUST DROP ME OFF AT HQ, IS IT THAT FUCKING DIFFICULT?" He shouts.

I'm taken a back. His chest heaves and he retreats and leans on the door.

Maybe it's not a good idea to get involved in his life, but knowing me I never know what's a good idea. He just has barriers and if I slowly break them down maybe he'll open up.

But why doesn't he want to go home?

"Um, Jase. What's wrong with home?" I say steadily. I know he's about to loose it, I'm walking on thin ice here.

"You know what? I can't." He opens the car door and gets out, in the middle of the road, into on coming traffic...

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