ROGUE

11 : Gang Meeting

Your POV
Me, Jason and his gang waited outside a heavily bolted door to a huge mansion.
The mansion where Jason's gang meeting was about to take place.

Jason seemed anxious, his jaw was visibly clenched and his eyes were squinted slightly. "Whatever happens in there, you do exactly what I say. Do I make myself clear?" Jason slid his hand into mine, and tightened his grip before I couldn't snatch it away.

"Crystal." I muttered.

We waited for a few more moments, until the locks on the door were undone and a tall man opened it.
"McCann." He raised an eyebrow and spoke with gravel in his voice.

"Don't act like you're surprised to see me," Jason ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Let's not waste time, let us in." He growled.

The man standing before us looked rough, an angry scar cut across his left cheek and he had a full set of gold teeth.
Every inch of him was tattooed.
His dark hair was buzzed and piercings studded all over his face.
"Uh, Of course." He mumbled.

Jason wasted no time to push past him, purposely bashing his shoulder against the man's, and dragging me inside the house.

The man lead us all into an underground room.
It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but wasn't appealing either.
There were sofas, a tv, a few speakers and a table, but that was about it.
Well, that was all that I could see.

More rough-looking men sat on the black-leather sofas and they glared at us. I felt so tense and frightened.
An arm snaked around my waist. "It's okay, baby. They're not gonna hurt you. I won't let them."
I felt Jason's hot breath on my ear, and for the first time, I actually felt comforted by him.

He took a seat on an unoccupied sofa and pulled me down on to his lap, locking his thick, tattooed arms around me before I could move.
Jason's gang took their own seats, a stony expression on each one of their faces.

"I see you've brought a little friend, McCann. Who might this be."
The man who lead us in took a seat in an arm chair, studying me with his beady brown eyes.

"This is... what's your name again?" Jason squeezed my waist tighter and narrowed his eyes, hinting for me to play along.

"Uh... My name is Dorothy." I forced a smile.

Jason sniggered at my choice of name and the large man frowned suspiciously. "Is this your girlfriend, McCann?"

"Nah she's just some hoe I picked up from the bus station." He said, covering up his smirk with a straight face.

"How much?" The large man said

"Excuse me?" I snapped.

I felt Jason's hot breath on the back of my. neck. "Shh it's okay babe, chill." He said, pulling me closer to his chest. "She's not for sale."

I felt sick to my stomach. These people actually bought and sold girls?
I was disgusted.

The large man shrugged. "That's too bad, I was needing a good fu-"

"Don't," Jason warned. "I came here for business, not to let you disrespect her. So," he cleared his throat. "My money. Where is it?"
The man's cocky face fell and his gang seemed to shuffle uncomfortably.
"Did you hear me? Or do I have to repeat myself?" Jason said.

"You see, McCann. The money isn't here." The large man scratched the back of his neck.

"Where is it then?" A smirk curled on Jason's lips.