The Troublemaker

Chapter 14- Opportunites

Arrived Matt the one who greets me with that boyish smile of his. I bet he never had a cavity in his life before.

"You look.. suspiciously happy," I say skeptically while squinting my eyes at him.

"That's because I am. Profit is increasing which means I won't get my ass chewed out." Matt states holding the door open for me.

"You're welcome," I tell him giving him a wink.

Matt rolls those pale blue eyes at me with a smile plastered on his face.

"Okay, I will admit your dancing helped out just a little bit." Matteo jokingly adds making me playfully shove him.

I am happy that someone is in a splendid mood instead of the moppy boy he usually is.

Speaking of all doom and gloom the man of the hour himself decides to appear. Oliver Blackburn scans the club like he is looking for any faults.

I have to admit thirty has never looked as good on someone as it does on him. He is in a casual navy blue v-neck t-shirt with jeans to match. The outfit makes his eyes stand out even more. Rubbing his dark facial hair his eyes land on me narrowed.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver's questions shifted between Matt and me.

Leaning in towards Matt I ask, "He doesn't know you guys are forcing me to work here?"

Matt scowls at me before focusing his attention back on Oliver.

"Come with me there are things we need to discuss," Matt says trying to usher Oliver out of my view.

I bet you all are wondering why Oliver does not look thrilled to see me. Let me just say last time he and I were in a room together things did not go over well.

Thinking I no longer have to work for them anymore I begin to remove my work attire.

"What do you think you are doing?" Satan's voice asks causing me to become still as a statue.

"Nothing," I lie through my teeth giving Axial one of my charming smiles.

"Mam, can you just pick something?" I ask my patience's warring thin.

"Excuse me young man I don't know who you think you are—-" The old hag does not get to finish telling me off because Axial intercepts me.

"Excuse us," Axial politely says dragging me by my forearm.

Rubbing my bruised forearm from her hand I ask her what her problem is.

Axial bites down on her bottom lip her eyebrows furrowed. Then she opens her mouth and says, "Oliver wants me to let you go."

Let me go? I think she thinks I am devastated by this which is far from true.

Using both my hands I take off the waiter's shirt and shout "I AM FREE!"

"Shut up and for the love of god put a shirt on!" A middle-aged woman snaps trying to enjoy her meal.

Axial escorts me behind the bar where Oliver is tending. Oliver observes my face rather than my naked upper body.

"According to Axial you still owe twenty thousand dollars." Oliver nonchalantly states pouring two shots of whiskey.

He tosses one back while gesturing for me to do the same. I glare at him clenching my fists by my side he knows how my relationship with alcohol has been.

"Don't want it?" He asks his lips curling up in a sinister smile.

"No." I scoff turning on my heel to leave only to be stopped by a hand.