At about a quarter to six I headed down to the club. I checked in with Chris so he knew I was here. Normally I actually check in with Josh, but he wasn't here of course. Once I was done seeing him, I went to the dressing room.

I changed from my sweats, into tight black jeans and a really ripped up Black Craft Cult shirt. Of course I had a choker on, as is required by the boss. My hair was in desperate need of a cut so I couldn't do much with it. However my makeup was pretty on point tonight. I felt as good as I could with this cloud hanging over my head. I was still bummed about this situation with Devin.

Speaking of that situation, Bret walked into the dressing room just as I was finishing up getting ready. I was just about to hand him his phone he left in the loft, when I saw something that made me pissed. Bret went over to one of our bouncers, Alex, as he was getting ready to go on the floor. They both kissed each other with a lot of passion.

I got up from my seat at my vanity. Rushing over to Bret, I pulled him off of Alex and pushed him aggressively.

"You asshole!" I sneered.

"What the fuck?" Alex scoffed.

"I can't believe you'd do that to Devin!" I semi-yelled. "You're a two timing son of a bitch!"

"What happened between Devin and I didn't mean anything." Bret replied.

"What happened between you and Devin?" Alex asked.

"Nothing, Baby."

"Nothing? Are you fucking kidding me? You slept with him. I was in the goddamn room! I know what happened!" I viciously spoke, shoving his cell into his chest. "Here's your damn phone back. Don't you dare call up Devin though. You're an asshole."

"It was a one night stand. Alex doesn't care. We're in an open relationship."

"Well Devin cared! I could see the look in his eyes when you left. He was hurt you were leaving." I told him, still extremely pissed he'd do it.

"Look, Ricky, it's the past now. We both need to head back to work." Bret calmly replied.

I started to walk away, but as I did, muttered, "Fucker."

"You know you can say that to my face." He snit.

| ☠ | Devin's POV | ☠ |

I was in the midst of eating dinner by myself before I headed to work. All the sudden, Chris sent me a rather odd text. He told me to come downstairs immediately. Like I said, odd.

Whatever, he is my boss. I slipped on some boots and a leather jacket. Then I grabbed my apartment key and ran down the stairwell, around the corner, and into Chris' office. As I opened the door, the weirdness continued.

Chris was leaned back in his office chair, with anger boiling in his dark eyes. Ricky and Bret were both in the room, on either side of Chris' desk. They weren't just standing there though, no. They were in the submissive position; a position I had landed in many times before from disobeying Chris' rules. This is why Chris forces us all to wear chokers, AKA collars.

It was hot to see Ricky this way, I'll admit. He was on his knees, with a chain connecting his hands to his collar. I saw dried blood on his nose, and a black eye becoming visible. Bret was no different. Chris has hit me before when I got out of line, but something tells me he didn't do this to them. The real question is, what did they do to get punished?

"Do I want to know?" I fearfully asked.

"You're going to know. I don't care if you want to or not. Now, Devin, do you remember the club rules?" Chris questioned me.

"How could I forget?" I tried to joke.

He wasn't finding it all too funny. "Tell me."

I sighed to myself. "Never leave during working hours, never back talk or disobey orders from higher staff and never turn down a customer. Always wear your collar at all times and only speak when spoken to. No drugs, no fights, no drinking on the job, no stealing, and if you have a boyfriend, they aren't aloud in the club."

"And do you want to know which two rules Bret and Ricky broke, because of you?"

My eyes widened. "Because of me?"

"Three rules. No back talking." Chris very strongly stated. Oh, he was pissed. "They got in a physical fight, because Ricky got mad at Bret for sleeping with you while he was with Alex."

My eyes darted towards Bret as he shamefully glanced down. "You're with someone else?"

"He's not aloud to talk right now. Neither of them are. And you should count yourself lucky I'm not shutting you up too. My 'no boyfriends' rule extends to coworkers too. If I find out you're fucking anyone else at this club, you'll be in chains so long there will be indents in your wrists."

I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Yes, Sir."

"I'm glad I'm understood. You're working until closing time all weekend and you're coming in early tomorrow. You're going to pick up extra hours until you pay off the damage these two did to the dressing room. Now get on the floor."

I looked over at Ricky really quick. He glanced up at me with watery eyes, then quickly looked back down. I can't believe he got into a fight because of me. And I was starting to think I had feelings for Bret. Well those feelings just got wrecked.

Still, Ricky actually stood up for me! He can't even stand up for himself. It was unbelievable. Maybe he likes me more than I thought...