ROGUE

09 : Loyal

Your POV

The hotel room in Vegas was nothing more than I expected. Six rickety beds, a flat-screen tv, two bathrooms and an old comfy sofa.

The guys were out locating the Noitanmad Casino whilst Alara and I were watching Titanic.
Guess where Ellie decided to stay?
At Ben's house.
With Ben.
I left a note on the fridge reminding her to use protection.

Alara scoffed at the tv. "Rose is such a fucking bitch. If that were one of our boys, they would somehow manage to get the whole gang on that plank of wood." She shook her head as she threw popcorn into her mouth.

"True," I agreed. "They've got each-others backs." I smiled.

"Which is why I don't worry about them when they go out." Alara shrugged.

"Really?" I glanced at her.

"Sure, Jason wouldn't let anything happen to someone he cares about, and he cares about everyone in his gang."

"I worry about Jason though, who's there to look after him?"

"You are." Alara didn't look at me.

"Huh?"

"Jason won't give up on anything if he's got you. Trust me, I've known the guy for two years." She said.

I pulled a blanket over me and glanced at the clock. "Yeah but... they have been gone quite a while."

"Y/n, seriously you need to chill," the corners of her lips turned up and she looked over at me. "Do you love him?"

"What?" I hated being put on the spot.

"Do you love Jason?"

I hesitated, I didn't want to accept the fact that I might well and truly be in love with America's most dangerous criminal. "I mean, I care about him."

"You're not answering my question." Alara turned back to the Tv.

"How am I supposed to know what love is?" I protested.

Alara smirked. "Do you want me to tell you?"
I gave her a hesitant nod.
She inhaled, enjoying my vulnerability.
"It's the amount of times you've checked that goddamn clock and asked yourself why he isn't back yet."

I folded my arms and pouted.
"That tells me nothing."

Alara chuckled and threw more popcorn at her face, acting so casual and calm in the gang's absence.
She wasn't worried, but I sure was.

Twenty minutes later, the hotel door opened and the gang walked in casually.
I jumped up excitedly. "Did you find the casino?"

Matt nodded. "Eventually, it was well hidden."

Alara chuckled. "Well duh, did you expect it to be in big, lit-up letters? It's a gang hideout, not a place to play poker."

"We don't need your sarcasm, Alara." Jason shrugged off his jacket and let it drop to the floor. Then he joined us on the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
He was tense and quiet.

"Did something happen out there?" I asked, resting my head on his shoulder.

"No babe, I'm just exhausted." He bit his lip and tensed even further.

Something wasn't right.

"Okay." I mumbled.