He stood up and whipped around to face me. He made a step towards me and pushed me up against the wall behind me. His eyes burned through me with such intensity that I could focus on anything but them. He put his lips to my ear, "I told you to be careful. I'm not afraid of you. You're not the only one who knows how to mess with some one."

His arm wrapped around my waist and I felt the electricity shoot up and down my body. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before and especially not in this situation. I ran my hands up his arms and they rested on his shoulders. I looked in eyes searching for some kind of emotion…

…. And then I hit his pressure point on his shoulder and he fell to the ground.

No one had ever had this kind of affect on me before and I wasn't about to let some silly teenage attraction get in the way of my mission. I'd always thought that he was amazingly good looking but I promised my self that I wouldn't let that get in the way of my mission. Rule number one: Never show emotion. Emotions only get in the way.

I pulled my guitar out of its case and silently began playing "Place in This World" By Taylor Swift.

I don't know what I want

So don't ask me cuz I'm still trying to figure it out

Got the radio on

My old blue jeans

And I'm wearing my heart of my sleeve

Some times I feel like that. I love my job. It's so fun. But some times I just wanted to be normal. Go to normal school. Date normal boys. Go to concerts, instead of stealing the singers. But that's not me. I know who I am. I'm Jasey Rae McNash, daughter of Paul McNash international businessman and secret Irish mafia king.

I jumped.

I turned my head and looked up at Justin not bothering to remove his hand from my shoulder.

"You're a great guitar player Jasey Rae."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Mind telling me why you knocked me out again?"

"You were to close to me."

"So you were nervous."

"I don't get nervous."

Lie.

"Yes you do. I notice things about you already. When you're nervous you bite your lip."

"You're talking as if you know me."

"Why are you so cold? Why can't you be nice?"

"I'm not cold hearted. I have feelings too. But in case you didn't know you're my captive and usually captives are really treated with respect."

"You act so tough but you know you have no idea what you want. I bet you don't even want to be doing this. You do it to please your father but I bet you have your own dreams but you're too scared to do any thing about it. You're afraid of disappointing people."

I stood up from my chair and got into his face. Who the hell did he think he was? What right did he have to tell me what was really going on in my head? Why did he think it was ok to tell me about myself?

"Don't ever say that again. You know absolutely nothing about me. I love doing what I do. I could kill you right now if I wanted to in five hundred different ways. Do. Not. Piss. Me. Off. Do you hear me?"

His eyes softened but they showed no other signs of emotion.

"What ever you say shawty."

What do I have to do to scare this guy?

"Look. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you mad. I just… don't get you. You seem like a nice girl underneath that cold exterior. And to be perfectly honest, for some reason I feel like to need to get to know you better. It's weird that I would want to be friends with the girl that is holding me for ransom but I do."

He wants to be friends? Even after everything I have done to him. I've been a cold hearted, mean, rude bitch and he still wants to get to know me? I don't understand.

"OK."

"So, was I right? About you having other dreams, I mean?"

Sighing, I answered him, "Yeah, your right. I'm good at this but its not what I really want to do."

"And what do you want to do?"

"I want to be a journalist. I want to go places and find out about other people and stories and tell people all about it. I want to help people and learn about different cultures and peoples."

He was the only person I'd ever told that.

"That's really cool. I hope that you get to do it someday."

Daddy would never let me.

But I don't tell him that. Instead I say, "Maybe, but dreams change."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

That's the thing about this Justin. I never would have guessed that what was happening now would ever happen. I don't do this I never make friends with my missions. It gets to complicated.

Justin's P.O.V

Jasey Rae was a mystery. I wanted to reach out to her. I wanted to save her. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted to be different. She tried so hard to seem like the general kidnapper but it just doesn't seem like a girl like her. She was too beautiful. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and hold her and tell her that I would help her despite the way we met.

But I shouldn't. You're not supposed to trust people like her.

"You're beautiful."

The words came out of my mouth before I could even register it. There was no taking it back.

"What?" She looked at me with her surprised green eyes.

"I uh, never mind."

"No tell me."

"I think your beautiful Jasey Rae."

The look in her eyes flashed different emotions.

She finally said, "Thank you. I always though you were pretty bangin too."

Was she flirting with me?

She closed the space between us and looked me in the eyes with her green orbs.

"But nothing can happen between us. The minute your ransom is paid I'll return you and you'll never see me again."

Never?

"Why not? Give me your cell number and we can find a way to see each other."

" No, my father would never allow it."

" I don't care about your dad. I don't even know why I have the feelings I do for you since I just met you and you kidnapped me. I just feel this connection. I want to help you Jasey Rae. Why wont you let me help you?"

She stepped further away from me and I felt the sudden urge to pull her against me.

"Because I don't want to be helped Justin. That's why."

Didn't she get it? We felt the same way about each other. There had to be some way to make it work.

"No you don't understand. Getting involved with a girl like me will just put you in danger. I'm trouble Justin. Too many people are out looking for me. Too many people want me dead."

I don't care.

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