Chapter Twenty Nine

"I'll tell ya what happened, this bitch broke a bottle on my head. All I did was order some drinks and she got all aggressive, how did someone like 'her' get a job here?!" The drunk who had grabbed me earlier says, his words slurring as he stood up from the chair he had fallen on, I had even forgotten he was still there.

"Who are you? Who allowed you in here?" Christopher says and glares at me, I mean, all I did was do my job man, you don't have to be so mean.

"Umm, I work here?" I say and tried my best not to roll my eyes at him.

"You work here?" He says and turns to the guy beside him. "Get me Marcie, Now!" The guy quickly scurries away.

Christopher stares at me for a while and he groans as he rubs his temples.

"Follow me" he says and walks towards a black door and I quickly follow behind. Christopher owns this club, Zach is here and I'm hoping he's behind the black door, I really need to talk to him.

"Where are you going? You should decipline this bitch in front of me....hey! hey!" The drunk says but Christopher ignores him completely and kept walking.

Two bulky guys open the black door and it definitely wasn't what I expected. It was a staircase, and it went as deep as my eyes could allow me and it was really dark, kinda reminded me of the basement in our house.

We walked for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, and then finally I saw some light coming from a room in front. We stepped into the room and it looked like a whole other world, completely different from the club above. It looked like an office and a man cave at the same time. There was a huge table in the middle of the room, it gave the whole 'CEO' vibe but then I look at the other half of the room and I find a leather couch facing a large screen TV with an Xbox connected to it, a sports bar with a mini fridge, a pool table to the side, a sports memorabilia, a few movie posters on the wall and liquor bottles littering the floor.

"Oi, Zachy, look what I found. This little kitty broke a bottle on a customer's head" Christopher says and approaches the couch. A head shoots up from the couch, was probably sleeping before we walked in, he sits up properly and faces an approaching Chris. He looks in my direction and his eyes widened in surprise and I felt a smirk forming on my face.

Bingo.