Dirty Work

I heard the front door close and I sighed. What the fuck was I still doing in his house? I needed to be back at the club. Vic was gonna kill me.

Sighing again, I pulled myself out of the bed and grabbed my clothes that were spread out across the room, pulling them on and running my hands through my hair, trying to calm the beast that it was.

I opened the bedroom door and practically ran down the stairs, nearly falling several times and walked into the kitchen, thankfully, not seeing Rian. Or Jack.

I opened the fridge and grabbed me a bottle of water, twisting the cap and gulping half of it immediately. I turned and was about to leave when a note and envelope laying on the counter caught my eye. I picked it up, reading the scribbled note:

Sorry I haven't paid you yet. Wasn't exactly sure how much. Hope this covers it? ~J

I picked up the envelope and opened it, peering inside and nearly screaming when I saw how much was in there. I took out the money and began counting.

Holy shit.

Four thousand dollars.

No fucking way.

My sessions usually ran a little over five hundred to six hundred dollars. NEVER four thousand.

Maybe Vic wouldn't kill me after all, smirking to myself, I stuffed the envelope of money in my pocket and made my way to the front door flinging it open and nearly groaning when I realized I'd have to take a taxi to get back. Fuck. I HATED taxis.

I sighed for what felt like the twenty-thousandth time that day and began walking down his incredibly long driveway, nearly to the end when I saw a black SUV parked midway up. The driver side door opened and Rian stepped out, smiling his 1000 watt smile.

"Need a ride?" He asked.

"I thought you drove Jack?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"He drove himself today. Said he wanted me to drive you back to the club. Make sure you got there safe."

I almost awed at the words Jack had told Rian, but instead settling for opening the passenger side door and getting in. A few moments later and Rian was pulling out of the driveway and heading in the general direction of the club.

"Um... so earlier..?" I looked at him, blushing.

He chuckled and smiled at me. God, his teeth were perfect. "Yes I heard. But don't worry. I'm used to hearing things go bump... and bump... and scream." He chuckled.

I felt my cheeks heat up more and I buried my head in my hands, ignoring his sniggering laughter.

"Dude, I'm just messing with you." Rian said, shoving my shoulder playfully.

"I know. But it's embarrassing." I groaned as he pulled up in front of the club.

"If you can make Jack Barakat moan as loud as I heard him moaning then you must be doing something right." He smirked. "His last ex, every time they had sex, would never scream or moan or anything. Jack told me that he basically just laid there. He said it was like fucking a dead body. Which is incredibly disgusting."

"And illegal." I said, smiling a bit. "What happened between him and his ex?" I asked, curiosity taking over.

Rian sighed and looked at me. "Let's just say that Jack came home one day and saw him bent over the counter with someone else's dick up his ass."

Oh. "Shit. When did that happen?"

"Bout a month ago. He's still pretty beaten up about it if you ask me. They were together for nearly six years."

"Fuck. I think I'd die."

Rian ran his hand over his head and groaned. "Look, don't tell him I said this. Okay, but he almost did die. He fell into a deep depression and began drinking a lot and using drugs and just.... he became a real dickwad. He came home a few nights, bloody and covered in vomit. I had to clean him up because he couldn't. He was to busy being drunk off his ass and high."

"What happened? He seemed pretty normal this morning and last night."

"He's fine now. He finally got his shit together about a week ago. The drugs and alcohol nearly cost him his job and life. His drug-dealer was making threats to shut down his company if Jack didn't pay up. So, he got sober and paid his debts."

"Shit. You said this happened about a week ago right?"

"Yep." He nodded.

"So... why did he bring me home?"

"I think he was just ready to move on. He finally realized that Zack isn't coming back." Rian shrugged.

Damn. "Wait. You said that not to ever mention this to him. Is he wanting to see me again?"

Rian smirked and pulled out another envelope, handing it to me. "Here. He said to give this to you."

I opened it and saw another note.

Sorry for all the notes but, uh, I really enjoyed this morning and last night. I was wondering if maybe we could do this again? Call me. My number's on the back ;) ~J

I smiled, biting my bottom lip and folding the note, putting it in my pocket with the money.

"Uh-oh. You might wanna go." Rian nodded his head in the direction of the entrance to the club. I looked and saw Vic, Mike, Kellin and Tony all standing outside and staring right at the SUV.

Fuck. I was SO screwed.

"Bye Rian. Thanks for the ride." I said, opening my door and stepping out.

"Anytime man, call if you need anything." Rian said and I closed the door, mentally groaning when I heard him pull off.

I walked closer to Vic and nearly saw steam coming out of his ears. He was SOOO gonna kill me.

"Where. The fuck. Have you been?" Vic asked, his jaw setting and his hands curling into fists.

I shuffled my feet a bit, staring at the ground. "W-with a client..."

"Excuse me? I can't hear you." Vic said, stepping closer.

I hated when he got like this. "I said, with a client." I spoke louder, raising my head and nearly jumping when I saw Vic's face in front of mine.

"Do you know how much hell you've put me through?! I was worried sick last night! Tony and Mike spent six FUCKING hours out looking for you while I asked the other workers if they had seen you leave. None of them knew anything. Jaime, poor sick Jaime, is out right now, looking in the alleyways, making sure you're not dead. Jesus Christ Alex! I have rules for a fucking reason. Not just because I'm a dick, but because I wanna make sure you're not gonna die doing what you do. I have them because I ACTUALLY fucking care!" His voice rose and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as I looked over at Kellin, Tony and Mike, all wearing faces of pity and anger. Although Kellin's face had an amused look to it as well.

"I'm-" I started but Vic's raised hand cut me off.

"No. I DON'T wanna hear it. I'm tired of your excuses Alex."

"But,-"

"I said save it. Mike, call Jaime and tell him to come home. I don't want him getting even sicker." Vic turned from me and I took the chance to push past him and the guys, turning around quick enough to throw the money on the ground at their feet.

"Here. Enjoy it." I said, pushing open the front door and entering the club, ignoring the looks people were giving me and making my way to the elevator, wiping the tears from my face.

I stepped inside the elevator once it opened and sighed again, pulling out Jacks other note, the one with his number on it, and smiled slightly.

"Oh my god I'm such a terrible mess." I chuckled lightly, shoving the note back in my pocket.

Notes

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love you all <3
that reference though c:
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