The Badboy is an Omega

Chapter 04 - The Pillaged's Dog

Jay sprawled on his bed the moment he got back to his apartment. He felt tired for the first time he had started working in that company. Cleaning the whole building was not a problem, but today was different. His whole body was stiff with tension the whole day, he had only relaxed when it was time to go home. Added the odd stares Chris had given him when he bumped into him when he returned from the boss’ floor.

The glares were missing but replaced with curious eyes. Jay pretended not to notice his gaze. He knew something was up. Or could it be the one who summoned Chis was the Deputy Assistant? Telling him about the incident. But if it was so, Chris would have been hostile to him owning the fact that he likes to flatter those higher-ups. There’s also the possibility that he was not told the truth. Instead, Chris was fed up with something ridiculous for him to have that kind of gaze at him.

Ah, f**k it all! All these what-ifs made his head hurt. As long he’s still safe, he won’t bother with them. He just needs to focus on leaving that damn ring for the Stavros.

The phone beside his head vibrated. The screen flashed numbers. Jay got up while rolling both of his shoulders to get rid of the tightness. Time for his second job.

For a week, that was his routine. No different from before except that he became at ease now when that creep never appeared before him again. In the first two days, Chris' eyes almost never left him but he gradually let him go when he wasn’t summoned again. That left him the chance to sneak around trying to find the right time to go to the upper floor. But the building was full of cameras, it was hard to move around without acting suspicious. If he was left with no choice, he might have to sneak into the boss’ office at night like some thief. However, instead of taking something, he gave back the boss’ possession. They won’t be able to pin him for any crime then.

Well, he f*****g hopes so.

Jay got up and washed his face in the sink. He changed his upper clothes with a black shirt that had a ‘Pillaged’ name on it in an ugly font. The shirt hugged his well-built torso, the sleeves hugged his arms in a tight embrace.

He put on a hoodie before leaving his apartment. He was on his way to his second job at a small club two blocks away from where he lived. The club called Pillaged was located underground in an old building. Each night at around seven, metalheads could be seen entering the underground, disappearing down to the dark entrance.

Jay did not use the dark hole as they called it, he went around the building and found the back entrance meant for the staff. Heavy music that could blast the ears off was already up in the air. Those guitar riffs made his taut nerves relax. Jay took off his hood and flung it at his locker before slamming it shut.

“Jay, babe! You’re early tonight!”

A girl with black bob hair flung her arms on his shoulders. Despite her high heels, he could see she was struggling to reach him. Her head had only reached his neck. Rachel, his former classmate in art, was the one who got him this job. Her uncle owns the club.

“Afraid the boss would kick your ass out?” She smirked as they entered the main floor.

“No fuckin’ way, hun. I know you got this ass covered,” he faced her and lightly tapped her cheeks. “Got to go behind that bar now. See you.”

Jay saw two bulky men with their arms crossed at the entrance, their eyes drilling holes in those who entered. A table was set up between them with another man with his body that deeply contrasted the two’s. The man’s body was thin as bamboo and could be blown with just one breath. It’s a miracle he could still stand, his face was adorned with tattoos and piercings. He was stamping those who got tickets with a glow-in-the-dark stamp on their hands.

He took his eyes away from them. He began taking out drinks, passing them to every person who showed him their stamp. Jay wanted to work as a bouncer at first. He was quite good at kicking someone’s ass out, but the owner was not impressed. Tearing up his dream, he was set to deal with the drinks. He had no knowledge of or whatsoever of being a bartender and he was carelessly told to just give out anything the club only offers. If someone fussed over it, he was welcome to kick their ass.

Anyway, the club’s specialty was not alcohol. The patrons come here for the music. Every night, amateur heavy metal bands who have yet to make a name come to play here. And though some of their music was trash, there were still people who supported them. But what was the most exciting in Pillaged was those hidden gems among those bands. Those who truly can play their hearts out and make everyone scream at the top of their lungs.

Jay had one or two bands that he was keeping an eye on. Their skills needed some polishing, but overall, they were pretty decent.

The night deepened. The club was now full of bodies jumping crazily in the center. One of the decent bands was currently on the stage, their guitarist was kneeling while strumming hard. The flow of people in the bar had dwindled since all was jamming to the music.

Jay had crossed his arms. His station was a bit peaceful with a few occasional visits from some who were drunk but still thirsty for drinks.

His attention was on the stage when, out of the corner of his eye, a familiar figure flashed.

His head had almost gone away from his neck from turning. The nerves in his body went on guard again. His eyes scanned the crowd but all that greeted him were densely packed bodies.

That’s crazy. He laughed at himself. Why would that fucker in a suit come here?

Jay shakes his head. He took a bottle of beer from the alcohol rack and opened the can with his bare hand. He threw his head back as he chugged the beer. He half-emptied the bottle before slamming it on the counter.

“That would be deducted from your pay!”

Rachel’s face came to view as she leaned her elbows on the bar counter from the other side.

He raised a finger at her face without changing his expression. The boss knew his deeds a long time ago and would only get an earful if he was caught in the act.

He raised his bottle and gave her a cheer before emptying it completely. Rachel stuck her tongue out at him and gave him both of her middle fingers.

“Wow, you’re planning on getting drunk tonight?”

“It’s only a bottle.” He wiped his mouth with his hand after putting the drink away.

“As if it’s only one, you’re not fooling me,” Rachel snorted. Her eyes followed the two departing women who were coming to get their drinks.

“Eyes up.” Jay grabbed her head and turned it to him. “What do you want?”

Rachel whisked her head away from his clutch. Her eyes started to squint but seemed to remember why she came here. Her glare disappeared, instead, a grating smile adorned her face.

“The boss had important guests, he needed his ‘grade S’ drink in the VIP lounge.” She said while quoting.

Jay’s eyebrows lifted at hearing the VIP lounge. He had worked here for a year already and he knew this club didn’t have one. The lounge that they refer to was the boss's resting area beside his office on the second floor. Sometimes the staff would use it for naps. And when they say VIPs, they’re mostly some questionable people, either debt collectors or trying to scam the boss.

And the boss wasn’t really asking for a drink. The so-called ‘grade S’ was actually him. Didn’t he say he was good at kicking butts out of the building? The boss made use of that information and pushed Jay to the front every time those shady men came to make trouble.

“Alright, I’m coming up. Watch the counter for me.” He said, putting on his cap. He pushed himself on the counter and slid over.

“No problemo, babe!” Rachel saluted him.

Jay gave her a side glance as he passed her by. That woman surely will take one of their expensive drinks that’s on the brink of extinction from the shelves. But whatever, the boss knew he only drink beer. The blame would surely fall on her.

He pushed his way from the crowd and headed straight to the back room where the stairs were. The second floor hosts three rooms, one was for the boss’ office, and the lounge and the biggest room were used for storage where some instruments were stored. Jay bypassed the storage room, the boss’, and went to the end of the hallway where the lounge was. He opened the door like he was opening his apartment. He had done this routine many times and knew what needed to be done even with his eyes closed.

As the boss had realized that his precious side room was only used for receiving questionable people and his staff started to use it for their naps, he had stopped caring for it. He gave up on making it presentable, only leaving two long couches casually thrown on either side of the room, one single old leather chair, and a water dispenser that only gave out warm water at the far corner. The wallpaper was cheap and out of date, its prints had started to fade. Potted small greenery in a pot had saved a little comfort the room had to offer, courtesy of Rachel.

Jay saw a middle-aged man sitting in the center of the room on that old chair. His big belly was pronounced and could almost tear his ugly striped suit in the middle the way he leaned on the old leather.

The room stank of smoke coming from the cigarette the fat man was holding. The man’s hand paused in the middle when he was about to take another hale. Ridicule flashed in the man’s eyes as he saw Jay enter. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.

“That little s**t ran away, huh?” The man said.

Jay knew he was talking about his boss. It’s the boss's habit to crawl somewhere, leaving the club to him and his niece. And when things had calmed down, he would appear again as if nothing happened. In all fuckin’ honesty, he marveled how the hell his boss had managed the club for years with these gangster-like people popping up out of nowhere.

“And you must be the rumored dog of this shithole,” he continued when his first words were met with silence. “Guess what, kid. Things changed, this whole area had a new boss. And the new boss means new rules. If things went on your way in the past, well not today.”

The man sitting there like the king of England reincarnate pointed his chubby finger at him. “Every time I come here you serve me women, alcohol, and – “

His last words could not escape his mouth when a shadow flashed before him. The eyes of a wild beast stared down at him. “Fuckin’ pig, we don’t give a f**k about that boss of yours or that fuckin’ ass of yours. And this club is not a fuckin’ w***e house.”

The man felt a shiver run down his spine. His hackles rose. The fear he felt could be similar to those whom he served. However, knowing that in front of him was a mere human, he could snap in half. His courage grew big.

His back left the chair to pounce on the human but everything turned upside down. The next thing he knew, his mouth was screaming in pain. His back had hit the hard floor.