Red for Love : Septiplier Story

New Shift

Shout out to _BunnyMaster_xd_ for voting for this chapter on March 10th. Enjoy! And following me recently.

Jack's POV

I stood by the bar as Matt opened up the club, plenty of guys and ladies flooded into the building, most of the guys sat to watch the dancers, most of the ladies sat by the bar or was dancing on the floor. Onw of the guys sat and ordered drink, eventually hours passed and he was still there drinking away. He asked for another drink. "Sugar, give me another round." I nodded. "Sorry sir. You've had way to much to drink." He grunted in dissapointment, he leaned over, stood up, and grabbed my tie. "Come on, you don't want to get rough now." He licked his lips, gazing over my body. I back off and pulled out my phone. Quickly pressing the button to call Mark. I heard a door slam open next to me, and Mark came outside. Furious..... He walked quickly over with his fists ready to kill someone. He saw the guy lean in and kiss my lips still holding my tie and not letting go his hands crept I to my shirt whilst the other grabbed my neck.

Mark POV

I walked out and saw Jack being pinned on the beer shelf, and being kissed forcefully by one of the customers. "Dan....." Dan was notorious here at my club, because he'd always do something to the workers. I walked over, really mad. My hands balled up into fists as I grabbed his collar and tossed him off Jack onto the floor. He looked up, his eyes were lazy and looked crosseyed, but he still had a burning flame of rage seep through his cold, drunken, eyes. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!" He shouted. The DJ Mitch took the hint and turned the volume up and dimmed the lights. Drawing the purple curtain and closing the bar so no one could hear, or see what was gonna happen. The two guys looked at me then Dan, looked at the closed curtain and walked out with their drinks, they knew too. Dan stood up slowly, catching his balance and holding one of his beer bottles. He smashed it on the counter, making it sharp, he glared at me. "Dan. Leave. This. Bar. NOW." I was furious, Jack is supposed to be MINE. And Only MINE. Dan didn't take the hint and instead hurled the bottle but missed me, grazing my head and hitting Jack, who was behind me. He fell to the floor, bleeding. I dropped on my knees and felt his pulse, it was faint, but still there. I felt boiling tears fill my eyes and seep down my face into my suit. I turned quickly and raised my fist, aiming right for his face. "YOU BASTARD!" I screamed at him punching him in the face and knocking him over. I climbed on him and beat his face, punching it so much my knuckles started to bleed. His face was black and blue, with blood spattered around. My fist print was clear as day. I stood up and kicked his side, rolling him over. Leaning over my shoulder I saw Jack still lying there, bleeding out, and fast. I quickly faded out of my rage and grabbed him and busted out the curtain. I ran to Matt and placed Jack in the chair. I gave him that look that said 'call. the. ambulance.' He nodded as I turned and stepped onto the dance floor, raising my hands, forcing everyone to look up, and the DJ stopped playing the music. "We are closing early. There was an incident, and we need you to leave now." A large sigh came from the crowd. Soon most of them left. The staff gathered around me. "What incident?" Mitch walked in carrying Jack. Melissa raced to him. "MARK WHAT HAPPENED!" Matt gazed Mark seriously, his green eyes shot Mark to focus. "Dan was touching Jack, in a bad way, seeing as Jack pressed the button. I busted out and punched Dan but then he threw a beer bottle and it hit Jack.... " Melissa ran to grab a cloth as Mitch still held him. "I already called the ambulance. Where's Dan?" I pointed to behind the curtain. "Oh.... is he?" I shook my head. "No, he isn't dead, just..... passed out." Mitch looked at Mark stiffly again, he set Jack down as Melissa cleaned the blood. Leaving the glass in his head. We were all clueless. I couldn't help but sit down next to his body and cry. Mitch looked down at me, they all did, shocked. I never acted soft around them. And now here I am, crying. The ambulance arrived carrying Jack on a stretcher to the car. I explained what had happened. They took Dan away too. They had also bandaged my hand, they were bloody, bruised, and cracked.