Hold Tight |Jason McCann|

Chapter 1

| Savanna |

My feet padded against the marble ground which always felt so cold to my feet; which was probably why I walked so fast. I heard the monitor buzz a few more times meaning whoever was at our gate was getting impatient and thank god Jason was not here to hear that because he would lose his temper for the impatience. I on the other hand wasn't fussed as I quickly checked to see who it was through the screen attached to the wall.

As expected, it was the maintenance man who was here to fix Jason's little mistake.

Jason was very... short tempered. Mind you, when he and I met he was probably the most short tempered individual I had ever met, anything triggered him not matter how big or small. I guess it was all part of the life he was in right? But I don't know... he was different now. He was calmer, it took him longer to lose control and he just generally didn't get triggered by every tiny thing. But don't be mistaken, Jason only acted right for those he cared about- and that was very few. He still had a horrible temper and he definitely had no chill but never for me, that was something he learnt over time.

I had never been respected the way Jason respected me.

Anyway, the other day Jason was dealing with a pretty tense phone call and it resulted in him literally slamming his office door so hard that the glass shattered and it came off the hinges. It was pretty funny when it did happen because even he ended up laughing and then boasting about how strong he was that he was able to rip a door of its hinges by showing his muscles.

His dreamy, dreamy muscles.

I pressed the button which allowed the gate to unlock however, I did not unlock the front door as I knew Jason would kill me for letting in a stranger in to our home without telling him.

Jason's life didn't exactly involve the friendliest people and letting in just anybody could really end badly.

I hurried to the end of the hall behind the stairs where there was only a single metal door which led to the basement.

The basement I never stepped in up until a few months ago- it was Jason's man cave for all of his weapons and well, other criminally things that he kept down there and out of sight. It was only recently I stepped foot in there, Jason didn't like me being down there and I never went alone but since he spent so much time there these days, I was forced to.

I went down the stairs to finally see him stood tall facing the wall. He looked down at the table ahead of him which had some sort of large paper pinned to it and although, I couldn't see his face, I couldn't help but hawk at how attractive my boyfriend was.

His muscles were tense, really standing out in the dim light along with his messy caramel brown/blonde hair which normally was styled nicely but Jason had a habit of messing with it whenever he felt angry- which was a lot of the time. Therefore, it would result in the messy hair which I didn't complain about because it only made him hotter.

And let's not forget about the masses of tattoos that painted his arms like art. They were individual sets of art that although, I would never get done on myself, I did always find attractive on Jason as they really gave off the 'bad boy' look.

I didn't stare for too long because I knew the poor man at the door was probably waiting and he was the guy we always called when something wasn't right in hour house so he knew he would be standing at the door for a little while until Jason was ready to let him in. As mean as it sounded.

I walked up to him, snaking my arms around his hard torso and leaning my head against his back- I was too short to reach his shoulders but it was still comfortable.

"The maintenance man is here to fix your little mistake" I said in a low voice.

I heard him chuckle deeply, "Oh yeah? Maybe we should send him back, I'm sure there will be another broken door with the way things are going right now" He answered, his voice low and raspy as he turned around to face me.

Nobody saw this side to Jason, the stressed, almost worried side to him and that was mainly because he was too cool to worry. And he was the leader of an international gang who relied on him to call the big shots, he had no room for anxiety as he would say. But he was human and as much as he hated to admit it- he had emotions. He was convinced he only felt emotions when it came to me but I knew that was a lie because I see the way he is with his best friends and sometimes, you'd think they were his true lovers.

But everybody gets stressed.

Jason was almost a perfectionist, he hated things not going according to plan and things not going his way. Therefore, when things were rough at work- which I stayed out of because Jason never ever spoke about his 'business' aka, gang business, to me, he did get stressed. But unlike a lot of people who simply will take a break and maybe even rant to somebody, Jason did the opposite. He would wear himself out until everything went according to plan AND on top of that, he'd grow angrier and angrier rather than just stopping and de stressing.

It was just the circle of life for my Jason McCann. And I had learnt to get used to it.

"Well, I'm sure if you left this for a little while and gave me a little attention..." I trailed off pausing as I stood on my tip toes, pressing my lips against his soft plump lips before pulling away "you'd feel a lot better" I ended as his eyes reopened, a look of amusement and tiredness to his face.

"You think so?" He asked taking my hands and placing them around his neck for me.

"Yes" I whispered, a small smile to my lips as his hands settled on the small of my back.

I giggled as he stared in to my eyes with raised brows before I concealed the gap in between us. Our lips lasted a total of 7 seconds together before the sound of the main doorbell began ringing, rapidly might I add.

Thank you maintenance man, you really know how to kill a moment.

"You should answer that" I grinned pulling back before I swiftly turned around and walked ahead knowing full well he wasn't happy about the interruption but amused by my acting.

He followed and as I turned to go back to the living room, Jason pulled me by my waist back to him and almost motioned me towards the stairs.

"Go put something on, ain't letting him see you like that" He said, seriousness to his voice. I couldn't help but laugh at how he could get so serious so quickly but when it came to other guys, Jason did not mess around.

I wore his shirts and sweatshirts around the house because they were the most comfiest and in all honesty, Jason loved me being in them too. But annoyingly, every time somebody came to the house Jason's only priority would be for me to be out of sight if I were wearing his clothes because I usually didn't wear anything underneath. I didn't complain about Jason's protectiveness because I knew why he did it and honestly, I would never do anything that crossed the limit- if you know what I mean. It's your actions that determines whether you respected the relationship or not so it would be the same for Jason too.

And he knew that, very well.