(Jason's P.O.V.)
She ended up beating me to the warehouse. She always was fast. Once we were on the roof of the building, we walked through a door, and down some stairs, onto a balcony that overlooks the ground floor of the warehouse.
I could see my men sitting a table, playing cards, obviously not prepared for intruders. They didn't even notice Mel and I walk in.
After a few minutes of Mel giving me looks, one of my men finally realized our presence.
"Hey boss! When did you get here? And who's your lady friend?" He asked. I rolled my eyes behind my helmet. I'll deal with this later.
I looked at Mel, and gestured for her to follow me. I led her to the door of my upstairs apartment, and held the door open for her to walk in.
(Mel's P.O.V.)
I walked in, and turned to Jason. He closed the door, and removed his helmet and mask.
"No offense, but your men suck at their job," I said, honestly.
"I know. I plan to deal with it later. As of right now, do you wanna look around the place?" He asked.
I shrugged, and started walking around the apartment. I won't lie, it was pretty nice. I get my own spacious room.
"Hey, Mel! Are you hungry?" Jason yelled just loud enough for me to hear in my room.
"Actually, yeah. I didn't eat much today," I said, as I walked into the kitchen.
"Okay then, what do you want?" He asked, as he rolled up his sleeves, and washed his hands.
I shrugged, and said, "I don't care." When you grow up like I did, you tend to not be very picky on your next meal. Let me rephrase that. When you grow up like I did, you're lucky to have a next meal.
Jason nodded, and pulled out a box of Mac & Cheese. I sat on the counter, as he prepared my meal.
"I could make that myself, y'know," I said. I'm not a big fan of people doing stuff for me. It never ends well. It's just the way I grew up.
"I know you can, but I wanna cook it for you," he said, stubbornly. I can't really make fun of him, because I'm usually just as stubborn as him. I just didn't feel like arguing with him right now.
After he finished cooking the dish, he handed it to me in a bowl.
I mumbled, "Thanks." Then, I dug in, devouring the entire thing in minutes. Jason just gave me a weird look. I glared at him, until he stopped. I wasn't exactly taught table manners when I was younger.
Once I finished, I stood up, and put my bowl in the sink.
"I think I'm gonna get some sleep," I said to Jason, as I walked towards my room.
I walked into my room, and laid down on the bed. I was asleep in minutes. For the first time in a long time, I fell asleep, feeling happy and safe.
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A/N: This chapter kind of a filler, and I apologize that it's been so long just for this. I've been REALLY busy. There's a lot going on in my life. Like A LOT. Anyways, if you haven't already, please like this story (and maybe some of my others?). If you have an opinion on this story, whether it be negative or positive, please tell it to me in a review.
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