His Broken Submissive : Mercy

42 Scared

Jonathan

The moment I open the heavy club doors the stress of the day begins to disappear. Everything from the intimate lighting to the sensual bass music just welcomes me to my second home.

"Jonathan my man," Taz greets. As always he keeps a close eye on the play floor below but spares me a quick glance as he shakes my hand.

"Good night?" I ask, looking over the packed play floor. Bodies are pressed so close together there's barely standing room around the scene unfolding below.

"Smooth as silk, just how I like em." Taz grins. "Viktor already has a booth at the bar for you guys. Izzy is just finishing her shift, and Anne... well is Anne."

"Thanks, man!" I leave him watching over things and make my way to the bar and spot Viktor immediately. To my surprise, Anne is already sitting with him and Natasha.

"About time old man," she teases. Her green eyes glow with mischief, warning just what kind of night I'm in for.

I check my cell for added effect and give her a side-eye. "Who are you and where is my workaholic friend that can never seem to find time for us until closing?"

Her grin falls and she glares at me. "Very funny old man, and to think I was going to compliment you!"

"Oh well don't stop now." I take a seat next to Natasha, my grin growing as Anne scowls.

"You are insufferable sometimes, you know that?" She grumbles. "But you haven't lost your touch. Izzy has been worked up all shift, hell, Becca and Jack keep egging her on."

I laugh knowing how eager she is for her present. Part of me wanted to cave and give it to her last night but I knew by holding out she would have something more positive to fixate on instead of the conversation with the cops.

"Keep grinning like an idiot Jack ass, while my staff's productivity drops like a stone." Anne sits there with her arms crossed over her chest, practically pouting.

"You're being a tad dramatic don't you think?" I chide.

"Sending it over with two hours to go was diabolical," she deadpans. "I mean props because Izzy would never open it early and risk upsetting you but those other two-"

"What?" I cut in. "What are you talking about?"

"Teasing her by sending it ahead, I mean I get it, but Jack and Becca aren't to be trusted-"

Her words fade away as I jump to my feet, instantly scanning for Izzy. Something is wrong, I can feel it!

"Where is she?!" I snap.

"The breakroom, what's wrong?" Anne runs after me as I push my way across the crowded bar to the staff room.

"I didn't fucking send it ahead," I yell back. My heart hammers, knowing that this is too much of a coincidence that someone would send her something now of all times.

I crash into the staff room door, throwing it wide as three pairs of startled eyes land on me. Izzy stands frozen in place having just removed the ribbon.

"Izzy stop!" I yell. She obeys instantly, tossing the black box onto the table like it burned her.

Adrenaline courses through my body making time slow. All I want is to get her away from that box but she moves too slow. I grab her wrist and pull her away, but feel people pushing in, drawn by the commotion.

I need to get her away and safe!

Anne's office is just down the hall and always open, so I take her there and away from prying eyes. As soon as we're in I lock the door and take a deep breath, willing myself to calm down.