Forbidden (Jason McCann X Reader)

Part 5

The girl keeps trying to get my attention, she's actually really irritating. She runs her hands up and down my chest. She keeps breathing onto my face, her breath smells like cigarettes and cheap wine.

I still haven't checked up on (y/n), I should've sent someone over. Oh Jason shut up. She's just a chick, she doesn't matter. Your focus is the gang, only the gang. Not some girl. She's not your problem.

"McCann?" My head snaps up. "What are you so deep in thought about?" Griff asks.

"Mmm? N-nothing." I mumble.

"What did I tell you about stuttering? It's an awful habit."

"Sorry Griff."

"That's better."

I take a deep swig of my beer.

The girl plays with my jawline and keeps putting her fingers in my face.

"Oh, could you fuck off?" I groan.

She removes her hands and slowly gets up. Thank God.

"He's here." Griff whispers out of the corner of his mouth.

My eyes travel in the direction's Griff's looking at. A short, shy, nervous looking man. I nod to Griff.

Griff nods to the man, signalling for him to come over.

"H-hi Griff. N-nice to see you again." He says shakily.

"Nice to see you too George. Please, sit down." He motions to a chair.

He does as he's told and quickly takes a seat. Staying as far away from Griff as possible.

"So. You have the money?" Griff gets straight to the point.

"Um. Well, listen Griff. I-I'm sure we could come to some sort of an agreement." George's breathing increases.

"So, you don't have the money?"

"Well, um, no. I just need a bit more time I-I can pay you some now. I-I can give you 50 bucks." He open's his wallet.

"50 bucks." Griff chuckles. "Let's see. That would be about 1 50th of what you owe me."

"Please Griff. I'll try get it to you next week."

"I believe you said that last week, and the week before that, and the week before that." He taps his chin.

"I-I'm getting my pay check this week. I'll be able to give it to you. Please." He pleads.

"George, have you ever met my buddy Jason?" He grips my shoulder.

George's eyes travel over to me, but he doesn't look directly in my eyes.

"N-no sir."

"But you have heard of him?"

"Y-yes sir." He looks down.

"Well, maybe you'd like to get to know him. Jason, why don't you take him out to the parking lot?"

Georges eyes widen. Griff nudges me. I stand up.

I grab George by his upper arm and drag him through the crowd. We make it to the back of the building and I slam him against the wall.

"P-please don't do this." He whimpers.

I ignore his pleads and reach for my gun.

"I-I'll do anything. P-please?"

I load in the bullets and go to pull the trigger.

"Please. Please, I have a family. I have a wife and 2 babies. I-I'll get you the money. I can't leave them, they'd die." He falls on his knee's.

He fumbles through his pockets to get his wallet with a picture of him with a lady at what looks like a kids birthday party.

I lower the gun.

"Get up."

He looks up at me wearily.

"Get up. Get out of here." I say coldly.

His mouth goes to speak.

"Quickly before I change my mind."

He raises himself onto his feet and scrambles away, down the street, to his car.

Shit. What the hell was that?

I shoot at a sign numerous times to let out my anger and frustration. What the fuck is happening to me? I run out of bullets and slam my fist into the hard wall.

"Fuck." I hold my knuckles.

Griff is going to murder me.

I head back into the building.

"How'd it go?" He asks.

"Fine."

"He's gone?"

I lick my lip and nod.

"How come you're lying to me?" He questions. Great.

I cock my head to the side.

"Don't act dumb. You let him go." He says angrily. "Why?"

"Griff, I'll get you the money he owed."

"I don't want your money I want his. Why'd you let him go?" His dark eyes burn holes through me.

I mumble a response.

"What was that?" He growls.

"He had a family. Okay. A wife and 2 babies. He needs to be there for them, why can't you just let it go?" I snap.

"Well, well. Jason, when did you become a softy?"

"You know I hate it when kids are involved." I say through grit teeth.

"Look, Jason. We're criminals. We don't care about who our work effects. The sooner you realise that the better." He sighs. "Now don't ever disobey me again and get the fuck out of here."

I get up and walk through the crowd, out of the building, to my car and drive to no where.

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