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Kuno

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#1
JAXON ORTEGA


  


Time: 10:35 p.m. Location: Duke’s Nightclub

It was perhaps the biggest birthday bash Jaxon had ever thrown. The neon-lit nightclub was crammed wall-to-wall with gyrating bodies as ditzy pop and hip hop music blasted incessantly from the speakers. The birthday girl could not get enough of it. Awash in hues of pink and blue, she and her squad danced in the center of the venue in impossibly-high heels. She was Jessica Gilhooly--one of the wealthiest female debutantes in the city of Chicago. And, inexplicably, one of Jaxon’s biggest clients for poker. He liked to keep all his customers happy; so when she’d begged him to let her throw her party in his ritzy establishment, how could he refuse? Nevermind the fact that he’d get the chance to make connections with all her rich friends as well. And he could watch all the action quite nicely from his perch in the V.I.P. balcony. Overlooking the entire nightclub, it featured its own private dining area and plush lounge seating, where Jaxon currently sat sipping his drink idly. It was a good vantage point to look out for people of interest.

Or for others to look out for him.

“So tell me about that deal again. Is Jared still screwing with my girls?”

Jaxon’s eyes slid lazily in his client’s direction. His client--a heavy set, bespectacled man by the name of Mr. Bryant--leaned forward, waiting expectantly for his answer. He was a rather funny character once you got to know him. Mr. Bryant claimed to be a devout Christian, so much so that he wouldn’t even let himself use swear words. But the amount of affairs he had had on his wife were more than Jaxon could count on both hands. All the girls were provided by Jaxon, of course. Mr. Bryant’s current woman lay draped across his shoulder, her blue-painted eyelids heavy with sleep. The alcohol had taken her out only moments ago. Jaxon snapped his fingers at her, and she jerked awake, her form visibly straightening.

“You know I don’t talk business at parties,” Jaxon finally answered, bringing Mr. Bryant’s attention back to him.

Bull. You do it all the time.”

“Maybe.” His gaze sharpened on the older man. “What the hell do you care about Jared for?”

As Mr. Bryant launched into yet another tirade about Jared f*cking Mr. Bryant’s favorite whores, Jaxon knocked back a shot of tequila and surveyed the crowd around them. There were a lot of people in the crowd that he didn’t know.

Any one of them could be out to kill him.

“I’m going to the bar.” Rising abruptly from his seat, Jaxon smoothed down his black formal shirt and cast the amorous duo a polite smile. “Try not to have too much fun while I’m gone.”

Mr. Bryant looked affronted. “But-”

All it took was one quelling look to get him to clamp his mouth shut like a fish. Jaxon always portrayed himself as kind, but he was a man known not to take kindly being second-guessed. He could tell his reputation had preceded him. Smirking a bit, Jaxon jerked his head towards one of his bodyguards to follow him.

And then he was gone, moving steadily through the throngs of people like a shadow.

Karo Karo
 
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#2
CLARISSE ELLISON-HYDE



  

Time:
10:37 p.m. Location: Duke’s Nightclub

She had to admit, she was pretty impressed. Standing off to the side of the dancefloor, Clarisse took in the scene before her. A sea of scantily clad and sweaty bodies spread out in front of her, men and women alike mashing themselves into each other with a palpable hunger. The center point of the party- made obvious by the glitzy, pageant-sized crown towering upon her head- was continuously tipping back shot after shot as she danced, oblivious to the steady stream of vodka spilling from the glasses and onto her top. Everything was loud, in-your-face, and glaringly extravagant.

Running her finger around the edge of her glass, Clarisse shifted uncomfortably. She wasn’t used to staying so…out of character. Dressed in a tight but relatively modest black dress and comparatively stubby heels, Clarisse seemed less femme fatale and more, well, Clarisse. Anyone with half a mind to look could tell she was out of place, a fact that made Clarisse sickeningly uneasy. Having spent the entirety of her career hiding in plain sight, everything about her situation seemed so wrong.

And so vulnerable.

But, there was a purpose behind this strange deviation from the norm. While most assignments called for some variant of the mysterious seductress, it would take a lot more (and somehow a lot less) to snare this target. Just this once, Clarisse had to remove her mask and return to a version of herself she had avoided since she left her hometown more than a decade ago. It was the hardest job she’d ever done.

Knocking back the last of her drink, Clarisse glanced at the balcony above her, her eyes fixating immediately on Jaxon. He hadn’t changed a bit- in appearance at least. But aside from his familiar face, he was far from the boy she knew from her past. There was a certain power in his stance, an aura of intimidation and strength that could only be earned by turning your back on your morals and, by extent, your own humanity. It was almost funny, in a sad sort of way, how despite the drastically different paths they took they ended up in the same city in the same vile world with the same sinful weight on their shoulders. You couldn't write a better story.

She watched with calculating eyes as Jaxon exited the balcony and began making his way through the crowd. She followed his gaze to the fully stocked bar about 30 meters away, where a crew of sharply dressed bartenders dutifully served drinks to a group of inebriated and noisy party-goers. At the other end of the bar sat a row of unoccupied stools, where a lone bartender wiped down his counter and gathered empty glasses. Perfect. Without hesitation, Clarisse made her way to one of the empty barstools. If she knew Jaxon, she knew he would do whatever possible to avoid any unnecessary annoyances; drawing him right into her trap.

Arriving at the bar, Clarisse draped her arms over the chair back with a sigh before flashing the server a tired but affable smile. “Could I get an Americano?” As the bartender nodded and got started on her drink, she took a seat and began absentmindedly tracing her nails in small loops along the counter.
 
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#3
JAXON ORTEGA


  


Location: Duke’s Nightclub


Unfortunately for Jaxon, his trek to the bar did not go uninterrupted.

“Jaxon! Jaxon, baby!”

It was the birthday girl. Silently cursing himself for getting in her line of sight, Jaxon waited warily as she stumbled over to him, her body sloppily hanging against his once there.

“Jaxon, baby, bring me a drink,” Jessica cooed in his ear. Her breath told of countless other drinks already poured down her gullet. He eyed her carefully.

“Take it easy,” He advised, “You still got a party to enjoy, ya know?” Not to mention that if things got too out of control, he’d have to shut it down. Business was business, after all.

Thankfully, Jessica was still sober enough to comprehend. “Mm, sure. Thanks baby.”

“No problem. I’ll get you a drink.”

The pretty brunette planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Thanks Jaxon.”

Uncoiling from his side, Jessica teetered off back into the masses. Jaxon watched blankly as she left. He would get her a martini first, and see how she took it. If she couldn’t handle that, then he’d have to have the bartender cut her off. He hoped for her sake that it didn’t have to come to that. Shaking his head, Jaxon spun on his heel and once more began approaching the bar, weaving his way between dancing bodies.

The music was far more subdued over by the bar. People tended to gravitate there when they wanted to talk business. On the right end of the bar, the area was packed with people, the bartenders scurrying back and forth as they tried to fill each order. Jaxon frowned. Typical. He was about to return to the balcony bar when he caught sight of a vacated end of the bar serviced by only one bartender. His eyes flickered from the sole woman sitting there to the line of empty barstools. In the next moment, he was moving. Quickly, mind you, before the crowd at the other end of the bar wisened up and redistributed themselves around the counter. Taking a seat two seats down from the other customer, he paid no heed to her as he gestured a to the bartender. His employee smiled politely at him.

“Hey, Mr. Ortega. What can I get for you?”

Jaxon shrugged. “Eh, the usual. And an apple martini, for the birthday girl. And uh…”

He spun in his seat to face the other woman seated close by him. His eyes struggled to make out her features in the dim lighting. “You can get this lady here whatever she wants too, Ray. It’s on the…” He stopped as a flicker of light suddenly outlined the woman’s face in full.

Jaxon felt as if he’d been smacked by a train. Dressed in a modest black dress and conservative heels, a young woman of considerable beauty sat before him, her chestnut brown hair primed and curled to perfection. She was no stranger to him. Her face was a perfect reflection of the one he’d so often kissed ten or so years ago. Her eyes held secrets, a past that Jaxon hadn’t reflected on in so long, it almost felt surreal to remember it now. His eyes widened in shock. This is…

“Claire?” He breathed. This time, he could not be bothered to hide the shock on his face. “What...what are you doing here?”
 
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#4
CLARISSE ELLISON-HYDE



  

Location: Duke’s Nightclub

Although Clarisse was careful not to look directly in Jaxon’s direction, she couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of him and the birthday girl in her peripheral vision. As the drunken deb practically climbed all over him, Clarisse couldn’t help but briefly wonder about the nature of their relationship. She knew she was a client of his and Jaxon’s body language alone suggested he was entirely disinterested in her, but she still felt uncertain. As the girl planted a drunken kiss on his cheek, she felt a twinge of disgust run through her, before she dug the edge of her heel into her calf. Focus. He’s your target, stop acting like a child.

As Jaxon scoped out the bar, Clarisse shifted her gaze downwards, focusing on her nails. They had long been shed of their cherry red acrylics, exposing the short, bitten nails underneath. It was a habit she’d carried since adolescence, still unable to kick it despite her best efforts. The past few weeks had been especially disastrous, as she wrecked havoc upon her nails in apprehension of the coming days. With any other assignment this would work against her, but now it only helped to pull together the image of the young girl that Jaxon had fallen in love with all those years ago.

Now, as she watched from the corner of her eyes as he took a seat only two stools down from her, she began to feel her heart pound against her chest. Her stomach turned and she once again had to drag the sharp end of her heel across her skin. Without a mask to hide behind or a character to play, Clarisse struggled to stifle her anxiety. It was nerve-racking enough to sit that close to a mark, much less one she'd had a long and intimate relationship with. Returning to her nails, she began to repeat her cover story in her head.

“Claire?”

Clarisse quickly turned her head towards Jaxon, as if she hadn’t expected to hear her own name at any point that night. She laughed slightly in faux disbelief, an incredulous smile creeping across her face. “Jaxon?” She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “I could ask you the same thing!” she joked, smiling at him somewhat nervously. She was silent for a moment as she fully took him in, drinking in every detail. Their proximity allowed her to notice small features she had missed when viewing him on the balcony. His face, while not aged, clearly showed maturity, having lost all signs of the mild baby face he used to have. His eyes almost seemed darker, though she couldn’t determine if that was because of the low-lighting or not. But most noticeably, she could see a certain steeliness in them, one that melted away the longer they looked at each other. Finally, she spoke again, her voice a soft hum. “How- how are you?”
 
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#5
JAXON ORTEGA


  


Location: Duke’s Nightclub

Was it really Claire in front of him?

Now that she had turned to face him fully, Jaxon allowed himself a moment of vulnerability and stared unabashedly at the woman. The memories of years past faded and coalesced into the prim, polished face of Claire, whose vibrant brown eyes filled with recognition at the sight of him.

“Jaxon?” Her voice was an echo of the past. Light and feminine, she seemed to laugh a bit at the situation. She petered off into silence, eyes lost in thought as she looked at the man across from her.

Jaxon’s expression perfectly mirrored her own.

As she smiled prettily at him, all teeth, he studied her intensely. Claire was jarringly out of place in that heathenish nightclub. She was all clean smiles and niceties; her modest dress and attitude almost entirely unsuited for the night life. Especially this night life. Which brought him to his foremost question: how the hell did someone like her get in?

Everyone in the criminal underworld knew what went down at Duke’s Nightclub. Everyone outside the criminal underworld at least knew some semblance of its insidious nature. The smart ones had the good sense to stay away. Others? Jaxon’s eyes rested briefly on the pockets of unknown people strewn throughout the club. Others were just too oblivious to know the difference. But tonight had been carefully planned. Even though it was an open invite, everyone knew who was throwing the party. That left the party-goers divided into three areas: (1) Jessica’s friends and family (2) Jaxon’s associates and (3) Jaxon’s rivals. But in that, there was a discrepancy. As his eyes fell on the classy form of his former lover, Jaxon found himself at a loss for an answer to an even bigger question.

But where did Claire fit into this?

It felt odd thinking about her in such a detached manner. Ten years and three assassination attempts tended to do that to a person. Or maybe it was just his f*cked up feelings kicking in again. The bartender approached then with his apple martini and a Manhattan. Pushing the martini to the side for Jessica, Jaxon took a sip of the Manhattan, letting the acrid taste of whiskey wash down his throat.

The low sound of Claire’s voice finally broke the silence. “How-how are you?” She inquired innocently. How am I, she asks. Where to even begin?

His mouth slowly spread into a sly grin. “Well damn. What are the odds? You f*cking fly off the radar ten years ago and now all of a sudden here you are, at a f*cking club of all places,” He replied brashly. His voice sounded foreign to his own ears. Gritty and off-color, it was not the tone he usually took with other people.

But Clarisse Ellison-Hyde was not other people.

His gaze shifting briefly to the drinks placed before him, Jaxon leaned against the marble finish of the bar counter.

“How am I?” He repeated, cutting his eyes at Claire. “That’s gonna be a pretty lengthy answer. Not sure if this is the place for it, ya know? Besides...I’m more interested in how you came to know about this place. Didn’t really think clubs were your kind of thing. But hey.” He shrugged. “None of my business. Must be on some date, yeah?”

“You know there’s a lot of gang activity here, right?” Though his face was pleasant enough, there was a note of warning in his tone. He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction. Seeing if the news would actually surprise her.

Or maybe not.

 

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#6



CLARISSE ELLISON-HYDE



  

Location: Duke’s Nightclub

Woah, where is this coming from?
Clarisse had expected some hostility, but this was way more than she could have predicted. The aftermath of her departure wasn’t something she had concerned herself with; at the time, it was too painful to consider. Though she had spent years toying with the idea of running away, she didn’t cement the courage to do so until two years before. She began squirreling away what money she could get and carefully mapping her every move. While applying to colleges, she kept her applications to Barnard, Hofstra, and NYU a secret- and when decision time came around, she intercepted the mail before her mother could get to it. She bought the plane ticket months in advance and enrolled in the first school that accepted her. Ultimately, she decided that no one should know. They couldn’t. She needed to escape that world, that life, and part of that included cutting off contact with everyone within it. And that included Jaxon.

Now, as she had to face the results of her desertion, she hesitated, both caught off guard and unsure how to proceed. Instinct said to defuse the situation, but outside of work, Clarisse had never been one to shy away from confrontation. If she was going to convince him that she was still the Claire he knew and remembered, she would have to throw all caution to the wind. “Wait a minute- are you mad at me?”, she asked incredulously, laughing in disbelief. “Look, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t tell anyone. I wasn’t taking any risks.” Her voice had changed to counter his, taking on a firm and reprimanding tone. As she slipped more and more into her own personality, she found her words flowing more easily. But her barrier was still up; she couldn’t fall too far into her character, nor did she want to. She wasn’t being herself; she was playing herself.

Her eyes lingered on Jaxon for a moment, before the clink of the bartender placing her drink in front of her caused her to tear them away, flitting to the tall, cylindrical glass placed before her. Clearing her throat, she took hold of the glass with her free hand, still off-put by the whole situation. She stared at its contents intently, watching the small ice cubes swirl in the red liquid. There was a noticeable tension in the air.

“Must be on some date, yeah?”

Clarisse took a sip from her drink, using the moment to review her cover one last time. “Yeah, actually,” she retorted with a dry laugh, looking out in the crowd as if in search of someone. “This wasn’t my venue of choice, but he insisted.” With a sigh, she took another drink and gave the crowd one last cursory glance, before returning to the slowly shrinking ice within her cup.

“You know there’s a lot of gang activity here, right?”

She nodded. “I had a feeling,” she murmured, her hand creeping to the small pendant resting on her collarbone. “Trev-, ‘T’ never really told me what he does, but I think I've started to put two and two together.” Her mention of Trevor Gillican- better known to his associates as T-Grizz- was brief, but she was certain Jaxon would catch it. He was a familiar associate of the Templets, and infamous for his short temper and violent tendencies. What’s more, he had a well-known affinity for taking clean-cut girls who were down on their luck under his wing, whereupon he would buy their affections with extravagant gifts, before forcing them into prostitution to pay off their “debts.” And if his name didn’t catch his attention, the diamonds around her neck certainly would- T gifted every one of his girls a diamond necklace with the same triangular symbol. She had easily bought it off one of his battered and drug-addicted prostitutes, who was glad to make the trade in return for a handful of hydrocodone. Now, she fiddled with it uncomfortably, causing it to glint continuously under the roaming lights of the club.

She continued like that for a moment before a certain understanding seemed to come over her, her gaze slowly shifting to Jaxon. Her eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down, scrutinizing everything from his clothing to his posture. Allowing herself to relive the initial shock and strange satisfaction she had felt upon reading his case file made the realization that spread across her face seem completely genuine, and as her eyes widened and her back straightened, the connection she had made was clear.

Now to see if he believed it.
 

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#7
JAXON ORTEGA


  


Location: Duke’s Nightclub



Claire was exactly as how he’d remembered. Stubborn, unflappable, and absolutely ballsy. He stared blankly at her as her words fired up to meet his, the startled look on her face quickly morphing into one of defiance. He looked at the way her slim shoulders squared up, firm and strong.

He told himself it was keenness that made his eyes linger, not saudade.

Are you mad at me? she’d asked. Was he? He was never one to have a temper. Even when she’d left, he’d felt more of a hollow ache than anything else. Like a piece of him had gone, a piece he hadn’t even realized was there.

In the brief silence that followed his last question, Claire seemed reflective as she answered. Mentioning her suspicions about her boyfriend’s line of work, she seemed to suddenly have a moment of realization as she looked at him. As she realized just what kind of person he’d become in her absence. But it was not the look she gave him that caught his attention--after all, she was bound to find out eventually. Jaxon had long since squashed any feelings of guilt and shame that he had about his business. Who gave a damn, anyways? It was the name of her boyfriend that made him squint his eyes at her. Just one letter, like an imbecile. T.

At first, he did not understand.

“T?” He repeated dumbly. T? Who the hell was that? His eyes flickered down to the necklace at Claire’s breast. Her fingers played continuously with it, turning it over again and again in the dimmed lighting of the bar. At some point she paused, and in that instant, his eyes latched onto the unmistakable symbol of a diamond Templet triangle.

He saw. Two and two were put together as he sat staring, momentarily paralyzed by the news. Trevor, better known as T-Grizz, a stupid ass pimp name that he’d hated as soon as he’d heard it.

“Huh. A date.” He felt wound up tighter than a drawstring. He knew what that meant. Trevor never took his girls out on a date without a consequence. Deeper and deeper the girls would spin down the rabbit hole, until it was too late. Far, far too late. Jaxon brought his eyes up to Claire’s face. He told himself that what he was about to say next was not out of concern, but just a general warning. A warning he would give to anyone in her position.

The blood roaring in his ears sang of his lie.

“Listen, uh...I see you’re doing your own thing and all that but I’d stay away from Trevor if I were you. He likes to take girls like you and you know…” He shrugged. “String them out, you know? Turn them into whores and have them f*cking men all night. Beats them too, just for shits and giggles. That’s why he’s so nice to you now. That’s why he, uh--” He gestured loosely at her necklace “--gave you that little dog tag there. Because he’s a pimp.”

Jaxon smiled nonchalantly, as if to take away the sting of his words. As if he hadn’t just shattered the pristine image Trevor had no doubt presented to her. He knew how the game worked; he could only wonder what he was passing himself off as now. A stock broker? A real estate agent? Some goody two-shoes businessman with a nice, wholesome life? Trevor could be a good con artist when it meant turning a profit, sometimes a little too good. Whatever it took to snag his victims.

“I know this because I work with with him,” Jaxon admitted readily, no punches pulled. His eyes were black and lifeless.

“You want my advice? Leave out of here and break it off with the little prick in the morning. He’s got other girls, no worries; he can swallow the loss.”

The icy cheer in his voice was chillingly deceptive. He tried to smile again, but he couldn’t; his eyes were transfixed on the diamond triangle. He saw more than just a symbol in its sheen. He saw dead prostitutes with bloated lips, eyes wide and clouded as their hands clutched onto crack pipes. He heard the sickly sweet voice of underage girls as they tried desperately to seduce men, even as their busted lips and black eyes turned most away. The overdoses. The beatings. And with that necklace on, he imagined Claire too, just for a second--

Jaxon’s eyes swept over the crowd abruptly. There were a lot at the party tonight, so it was no surprise to him that he didn’t see T right away. But still; he hunted for him all the same.
 

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#8
CLARISSE ELLISON-HYDE



  

Location: Duke’s Nightclub

As Jaxon ‘informed’ her of what she already knew, she felt a rush of adrenaline and a distinct pulling in her stomach. It was something she hadn’t felt in years, and something she naively hoped she wouldn’t feel this time around. She was nervous, and she couldn’t stand it. Normally, the acting was the easy part. Crafting the story, manipulating her target; that was what she did best. Of course, it had been ridiculous to pretend this job would be the same. With someone she knew so well- who knew her so well- she couldn’t push away the uncertainty and almost guilt she felt.

Clarisse took in a deep breath, then let out a sharp laugh. Taking a long drink from her glass, she continued to feign amusement, lightly shaking her head as though she had just been told a cheesy and disappointing joke. She lowered the drink back onto the bar with an exaggerated flourish, before turning her head back to Jaxon. Grinning earnestly at him, she leaned in ever so slightly as if she expected him to break under her gaze and laugh with her. However, the blank look in his eyes seemed to confirm her fears. She allowed her smile to melt slowly off her face.

“You’re kidding, right? Please tell me you’re kidding.” Her words reeked of desperation.

“Shit.” She slowly lowered her head into her hands, staring lifelessly at the bar counter beneath her. Showtime. “Jaxon… I don’t know if I can leave. I don’t have anywhere else to go.” It didn’t take much to get the tears rolling; at this point, she was a pro at it. After a decade of conning her way into the hearts and homes of men, she had mastered her craft. Still, she kept her face hidden. She’d never been one to show emotion to others; it was embarrassing and made her too vulnerable. Jaxon, however, had been a different story. As she forced tears from her eyes, she couldn’t help but remember all those times she had cracked in front of him, letting years of repressed emotions spew forth. She remembered how he would hold her and push the hair from her face, how he'd draw her eyes closed with his thumbs and lightly kiss them. Those memories had once been bittersweet, but now they left only an acrid taste in her mouth.

Finally, she turned her head and locked eyes with Jaxon. “I.. things haven’t been going well for me lately. I don’t have a job, I can’t pay my bills… he’s the only reason I'm not on the streets. He’s been paying my rent for the past month.” She choked back a sob, biting the insides of her cheek to force her face to flush with faux embarrassment. “He had been so sweet. He told me he was going to take care of me, get me back on my feet… and you know, I knew something was off with him. From the moment I met him. I just didn’t- I couldn’t-” She swiped at her eyes, blackening them with wet mascara. "I'm so fucking stupid... I don’t know what to do.”

As much as she hated dissolving into such a pathetic mess, she knew it would elicit a reaction from Jaxon. That is if she was right to assume he still felt something for her, even after all these years and her abandonment. If he did, then she was pushing all the right buttons. If he didn’t, then she’d have to resort to a plan B she, for once, didn’t have.
 

Kuno

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#9
JAXON ORTEGA


  


Location: Duke’s Nightclub


“Jesus, Claire! What the fuck?”

The chagrined words were the only display of emotion from him. As Clarisse had broke down in tears before him, Jaxon had been the picture of poised stoicism, his eyes shocked as they watched his former lover. It was always this way with him. When he was truly caught off-guard, his whole body tended to lock up, seizing at the sudden stimulus. One of the few signs of his own internal unraveling was the line of drinks he had successively downed in the time he’d been speaking with Claire. His face was flushed from the heat of the moment. He was thoroughly discombobulated.

“Claire...Christ. Take it easy.” He didn’t know what else to say. A woman crying in front of him was nothing new, but Claire? Crying in front of him? In public? Ten years ago, Claire would have died before showing her vulnerabilities in the open like that. Bewildered, he tried to count the amount of drinks she’d had. She clearly was not drunk.

He decided to voice his thoughts. Like a true gentleman.

“What do you want from me? Huh? Money? I thought that’s why you left, right? You went after a good education and a good job, but now your ass is sitting here crying to me. What happened to that?”

He was aware of how petulant he sounded, but he honestly couldn’t give less of a damn. He was not obligated to give her anything, not his time, not his money, not his goddamn feelings. The emotions swirling in him were building to an angry roar. He was angry; angry at her, angry at the situation, and furious that just by shedding a few tears, Claire was devolving him back into the love-lost boy from so many years ago. Disoriented--and a bit inebriated--Jaxon reached over and knocked back another drink.

“Boss?”

“What?” Jaxon snapped, spinning to face the bartender who addressed him. The man’s eyes peered nervously at him.

“Everything ok, boss?” The man looked from him to the girl, before somewhere behind them. Jaxon’s eyes followed his line of sight, until he saw what he was looking at: a line of bouncers that he’d personally hired to throw out violent patrons and overly drunk customers. Or simply unruly persons in general.

He knew then what he was really asking.

Jaxon bristled at the implications. “She’s fine. You worry about your damn drinks.”

The bartender wisely turned away back to his unfinished dishes. Unfortunately, the bartender had unknowingly made a good point. Jaxon and Claire were making a scene; he was sober enough, at least, to recognize that. We’ll just have to leave, then, he thought decidedly. Because he knew, despite all his brashness, despite everything that had happened, that he was not going to abandon her.

“Claire,” Jaxon began, clearing his throat. Her mascara was beginning to run from her tears. Without thinking, he grabbed a napkin and dabbed at the black marks on her cheeks, his movements clumsy and slow from the alcohol. His phone began to ring in his pocket. Without tearing his eyes away from her, Jaxon reached into his pocket and silenced it with some force. After some time, it began to vibrate with texts. Jaxon ignored that too, for the moment.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here. I’ll take you somewhere nice to eat and we can...talk. Figure something out. Get you somewhere to stay for the night.” His expression softened some. “For old time’s sake.”

Karo Karo