Chapter 3: Burn, Baby, BURN!

Logan

It's been three months since I was made manager and Markus is very pleased with me. I caught on quickly, fired a few shit employees, found better employees, and the club has been rolling in the money since. No more breaking bottles behind the counter and no more cleaning not getting done, along with people getting sick from the food we were serving. 

The music was loud and nosy just like they wanted it, the food was hot and crunchy and fully cooked, the booze was easy going and no bottles were going to waste anymore. Markus had just shown me the graph of when he didn't have a manager and then after I started. He had gone up in revune 36%. He was over the moon with the numbers and very thankful, he even gave me a raise. 

I got behind the counter and started to serve when I noticed a girl with long blonde hair, watching me with a sparkle shining brightly in her green eyes. Goosebumps covered my arms that told me that this was it. They had finally caught up with me. Adreneline filled my veins as I approached the women, her smile was not welcoming. 

"I'm guessing your not here for the boose or our famous chili fries?" I asked, prepared to either run or attack. I won't be caught. I won't be used again. 

Her smile made me while to smash her teeth in, "I'm looking for someone, you see." She glanced behind me and her smile went even more wide, "I've found him." 

She slide off her chair in a silky white and black flowery dress and hurried over to Markus, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his check. The look on Markus's face told me he was surprised and irrirated at the same time. He pushed her away and angrily said something to her and then dragged her upstairs by her arm. Clearly it wasn't a very good relationship. 

Focusing on mu job, I calmed down a little bit. My radar was off. Maybe it was because I've been here far longer than anywhere else. I'm getting comfortable here, and I can't tell if that's good or bad. If I let this go on, will I still be found? Will they drag me back again? If I'm in their crosshares, I will they will shoot. If I keep running like I have been, then it means they won't find me. I've even changed my name so they couldn't track me in the human world, however, their trackers are topnotched and trained for things like this. 

My attention snapped into place when a man started walking through the club with an illusion of an crown on his head, making his black wavy hair stay in place, and it was just visiable enough for those with underworld eyesisght to see it. Several people started to bow and the humans stood their staring, dumbfounded at him. I narrowed my eyes as he approached the bar, his eyes scanning those all around him. He looked angry as he released I wasn't bowing to him. 

"Are you looking for someone?" I asked, cleaning a glass in the sink, trying to keep myself from attacking or running from this guy. His aura was powerful, but I had a feeling he was holding back from the look of rage, and annoyance in his glowing hazel eyes. It was almost like murderous intent. 

He looked surprised as he looked down at me, he cleared his throat after a moment of staring, "Yes, I'm looking for my advisor. She said that there was someone in the city that owns this club that could help me." 

I raised an eyebrow, thinking about that blonde, "Your advisor wouldn't be a hunger demon with blonde hair, right?" 

He smirked, "How'd you know?" His voice had gotten a little raspy, which alerted me even more. I hated change and when someone changes suddenly, it makes me think I've done something wrong. 

I pressed the little red button on the side of the bar, signaling for Markus that someone was here for him. I imagine that they are a little busy at the moment, whether arguing or fucking up there. I wasn't expecting them anytime soon, since he usually comes running down the stairs when I press the button any other time. 

I let out a small hiss and gestured to a chair, "They might be awhile. You might as well sit and have a drink. Anything special?" 

I felt his eyes watch me as I turned to pour a drink for a customer that came up beside him, "Something smoky, if you would." He said with a small chuckle. 

Was he laughing at me? Rage burst through my body and I quickly squashed it, "Burbon alright with you?" I asked, reaching for the top shelf. 

"Ice, please." He said, and I could feel his eyes on my backside. I glanced in the mirror and saw his eyes going up and down my body. My whole body wanted to burst in flames, but in the good way. I narrowed my eyes at him, which made him glance up, meeting my eyes and I felt like I was being swallowed by a black hole. 

It took a lot out of me to look away. I knew what he was trying to do. He was high level demon, and from the way there were purple flakes in his eyes, he was also royal, which means he has the ability to use complusion. Pulling myself out of it, I poured the whiskey into a clean glass and put a couple of our rounded ice cubes in it to give it a more clean look. 

He looked shooked as I set it down in front of him and went to the next customer. I felt his eyes watch my every move as I moved behind the bar, pouring other drinks, cleaning, stocking. I was doing inventory when Markus finally came down with the blonde who bounced over to the crowned man. Markus gave me a pointed look as he came behind the counter, and the blonde sat down next to the crown. 

"You're... advisor told me your situation and I think I have a few females that might be the fit your looking for." Markus said, grabbing scotch off the top shelf. 

I quickly moved and set down the smokey burbon in front of Markus, "That's what he's drinking." I said, before walking away. 

I don't know what came over Markus but he grabbed my upper arm and hissed at me, "You don't tell me what to do! I own this bar, not you!" There was posion in his voice and his eyes were dilated. This women definitly feed on him. 

Rage burned inside of me and I grabbed his hand, yanking it off of me, "You know better than to touch me like that, Markus." I hissed back at him, releasing my aura to assert domanice. 

Markus instantly took a few steps back, his eyes slowly going back to normal, "Shit! Logan! I'm sorry." He ran his hand through his hand, and looked surprised as he leaned against the bar. 

I immedatily pulled back my aura, feeling sorry for pushing Markus like that. The blonde busted into giggles as she sipped her cocktail. This time I didn't stop the rage that swirled through me. I grabbed the blonde by her throat and yanked her against the counter, growling in her face. 

"Tell me why I shouldn't bust your teeth in right now?" I snarled at her. 

She grinned, "My boss wouldn't let that happen." Her tongue sweeped over her sharpened teeth. She was baiting me to do it. I hestiated, still not sure of the guy next to her. "See! I know little bimbo's like you, all bark and no bite!" 

A loud snap echoed throughout my whole body, causing purple flames to swirl around my body. I smiled nastily at her, and just like that, all of her teeth started to fall out of her mouth. Her smile vanished from her face as she saw her teeth hitting the counter and falling to the ground. She let out a horrible scream, and I instantly stepped back, releasing her. She grabbed frantically at her teeth, trying to shove them back in her mouth. I smirked, the purple flames disappearing and I regained control of myself again. 

Once I was in my right mind, I saw what I did and I sucked in a sharp breath. I glanced at Markus and I could see the surprise in his eyes. I really messed up, didn't I? I sighed deeply. 

"I guess I'm fired?" I asked. 

Markus glanced at me, he was still in shock, "I... don't know." 

I nodded, "Give me a call when you make up your mind." 

I headed towards the back for my things. I wouldn't wait for his call. I knew that once again, I fucked up. I had something good and my temper ended things for me again. Grabbing my coat and purse, I turned towards the door, but stopped thanks to the crowned man standing in front of me, his eyes a deep purple that matched the flames that rise from my body.