Pairings, mmmm.. Well there's Bryce and Emily. Dameron of course, other than that no not really. This fic won't really be focusing on relationships too much. Good or bad idea?

I sighed and rubbed my temples, trying to push away the pounding headache. Lindsay picked up my glass and fixed me a smile, before putting down a water glass that was spitting with aspirin.

"Ah," I smiled, "Bless you"

She shuffled away, looking almost dead on her face. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, it was well past midnight and everyone was tired. I noticed Samuel locking the front door and as always, he walked over to me and deposited the keys in front of the glass. I moaned and let my head fall into my hands, trying to block out his loud chuckle.

"C'mon Boss," I heard him chuckle, "I'll give you a ride home"

I nodded my head and pushed myself away from the table, picking up the keys. Damian walked over, drying his hands mildly on the dishcloth. He threw it over his shoulder, before grinning easily at me.

"Mind if I head off Boss?" He asked, still grinning out me.

"Go ahead" I sighed.

"If you need me to stay," He trailed off, looking over longingly at the door and I knew he was desperate to leave. I tried not to chuckle, as I slipped my arm casually around Samuel's waist. He smiled and allowed me to lean my head against his shoulder, supporting me.

"Go home," I smiled, "Make sure your boy gets better, I need him in tomorrow night"

"Thanks Boss," He smiled, winking at me.

"Need anything?" Samuel asked, I shook my head and he scooped me up in his arms, the way only a best friend could.

"Get Marissa to lock up," I yawned, before allowing myself to succumb to the darkness and fall into a peaceful sleep.

The delicious smell of fresh coffee woke me the next morning and I felt my stomach lurch, not in a bad way as the smell of bacon wafted through my small apartment. I blinked my eyes open and I pushed the sheets away, stretching my surprisingly sore muscles. I knew that it was almost the afternoon and normally, I'd feel guilty for sleeping in so late but how refreshed I was, just made me smile.

I slipped out of my clothes from last night and into an over-sized shirt and some basketball shorts. Wrenching the door of my bedroom opened, I followed the smell in a haze into the tiny kitchen, trying to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the windows.

"Morning!" Samuel exclaimed happily, turning away from the stove and offering me a plate. I took it gingerly and sat down at the little table, hating the squeak of the chair beneath me. He sat down opposite me, watching as I scoffed the burning bacon and eggs.

"God," I muttered, "You're a damn good cook"

"Better bouncer" He grinned, pushing the coffee towards me. I poured myself a glass and enjoyed the smell for a moment, before taking a careful sip. I let out an appreciative moan, before looking around at my oddly clean apartment.

"Did you clean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It was really messy" He shrugged.

"What would I do without you Sam," I laughed, "What in the world would I do"

It was nice, walking along the cold street with Samuel, instead of making the daily trip alone. I didn't look like my usual self, which meant I would have to change before opening time and I was desperate for a cigarette, my nerves already completely out of wack.

"This place really is your life," Samuel chuckled, holding the door open for me.

"Yeah" I laughed, my eyes resting on the inside of the already busy club, "It really is"

I smiled to myself, as I saw Damian and Cameron behind the bar. They were both laughing, at something that I knew nothing about. I walked over to them and grinned at the both of them, resting my palms on the bar.

"Hello boys," I smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Morning Boss" They both chorused, Cameron still looked pale but visibly in a happy mood and as long as he didn't throw up over any of the customers.

"Glad to see you're better" I smiled at him, he grinned gratefully and continued to wipe down the bar. Damian was muttering something but all Cameron did was shake him off and fix him with a pointed look.

"Behave Damian" I said firmly, walking behind the bar and into the kitchen. Bryce was there, leaning over a large pot and I walked behind him. I smiled at him, even though he couldn't see it but when I placed my hands on his shoulders, I felt him tense. He turned around and smiled back at me, but it was forced.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"How was last night?" He asked. His voice not as controlled as he obviously wanted it to be. I frowned at him, stepping back and trying my hardest to understand what he was talking about.

"I slept," I said with a shrug.

"With Sam?" He snapped.

I glared at him and took a few more steps back, biting my tongue angrily. He leant back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't think that's any of your business," I said slowly, "But no, I didn't sleep with him"

I noticed him roll his eyes, "Sure Emily"

"You're not my boyfriend," I snapped.

"No," He snapped back, "Just another employee that you fuck?"

"I did not sleep with Samuel" I said slowly, a tone usually reserved for those who had a mental disability or someone that had been in an accent recently. I turned around to leave them room but just the second I had placed my hand against the door, I felt his hand grab onto the back of my hair. I was wrenched back, falling faster due to my heels. I tried to let out a scream or some type of noise but his hand clapped around my mouth.

A sharp blade pressed around my neck and his hot breath, echoed in my ear and caressed my skin in a sinister way.

"Slut" He hissed into my ear.

The door was flung open and Damian stood there, gun positioned. My eyes went wide and I tried desperately to pull away from him, but only felt the slight sting of the blade.

"Let the Boss go" Damian snapped, his eyes and the gun trained on Bryce's face. My hands were failing about and I was praying that my elbows would connect with something of him, anything to make him let me go. I bit his hand sharply, smiling as he pulled away.

"Fuck you" I spat, "I didn't fucking sleep with him!"

"Is that what this is about?" Damian asked, but Bryce made no move to let me go.

"Let her go Bryce" Damian snapped, I only felt the knife press closer to my neck. I swore blood dripped down and stain my over-sized t-shirt, I sucked in a breath. I pushed my elbows back with all my might and connected with his family jewels, I felt him drop the knife and the minute it left his hands, I grabbed it and scurried away from him.

"Get out," I snarled and clutched the knife tightly, "You're fired"

"Slut" Bryce snapped out, slouching out of the kitchen and slamming the door. I rubbed my neck and hated the warm feeling, which spread across my hands. Damian smiled and helped me to my feet, studying me as I got my bearings.

"You alright Boss?" He asked quietly.

"Escort him out of the club" I sighed; he nodded and left the kitchen quickly. I walked out the kitchen and hurried into my office, studying the thin trail of blood coming from a thin cut on my neck. I grimaced, hating the feeling of the warm blood on my neck. I rubbed it, trying to get rid of the blood.

"You alright Boss?" Marissa asked, mimicking Damian's words from only moments before. I turned and smiled faintly, motioning for her to enter. She closed the door quietly and I took in her expression, mascara running down her face.

"I'm fine," I replied, "What's wrong Marissa?"

She sat down in front of my desk, curling up in the chair and biting her lip gently. I walked over and leant on the desk, trying to figure out what was troubling her without her actually saying anything. She wiped her sleeve along her face, sighing as half her make up had came off too.

"I ran into Ellis last night," She hiccupped, "After my shift I was walking home"

"Alright," I smiled, "Tell me what happened"

It was unnaturally cold that night, as Marissa hurried along the street. She mentally scolded herself, knowing that she should have taken Lindsay's offer to drive her home. She pulled the jacket closer around her, just reminding herself that it was quicker to walk. The smell that wafted from the alleyways made her stomach heave, something she was use to but tonight, it only put her on edge more.

"Well," A voice rang through the night, "Isn't it the little superstar"

Marissa stopped in her tracks and turned on her heel, her eyes resting on the figure that crawled out of the alleyway. She titled her chin upwards, trying to give off the fake air of confidence, something Emily was always telling her to improve on.

"Ellis" Marissa replied politely, as the young girl approached her.

"Despite the fact I hate you," Ellis sighed, "I'm here to tell you something"

"What?" Marissa laughed, "How much better you are?"

"That's a given," Ellis shrugged, "But a mute point. I'll get skinned alive if anyone finds this out but there's something you need to know"

"Spit it out" Marissa replied but lacked the real bite.

"You've got a spy, alright?" Ellis snapped and looked around nervously at her words, licking her bright red lipstick. Marissa blinked at the words, not even trying to chase away the frown that fell upon her features.

"You liar" Marissa replied mildly.

"Not about this" Ellis shrugged, biting her lip and looking up at the taller girl innocently. Marissa sighed and nodding, having too much pride to thank the girl for her tip off. Ellis understood and nodded back, before turning around and disappearing into the night. Marissa shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket and turned away, crossing the road and continuing her on her way.

"That's all I know," Marissa, sobbed, "But Boss, what if it's true"

"It can't be," I snapped.

Maybe it was my own pride that prevented me from accepting the idea that someone in the club was betraying us, but I mentally laughed at the idea. No one was game enough to double-cross me, ever. I loved them all, really I did but I would never admit that to them; I still had no hesitation in killing people who double-crossed me and they all knew that.

"I just thought I'd tell you anyway," Marissa sighed and stood up, "Better safe than sorry"

"It's alright Marissa," I smiled at her warmly, "Go get ready for tonight, you should knock them dead and we're back on schedule"

"Does that mean I'm dealing too?" She asked nervously, twisting the ends of her jumper in between her tiny fingers. I knew how much she hated dealing but she would never say no if I asked her. I mulled her question over in my mind and leaned further back against the desk.

"Only if you're approached," I decided, the only compromise I could think of in this situation.

"Fair," She nodded, "Boss it may not be my place but why'd you fire Bryce?"

"It isn't," I snapped, "But God, he held a knife to my neck!"

"I didn't know Boss" She replied quietly.

"I could let it slide alright," I sighed, "I could but, I need to set an example. I'm suppose to be a Leader and a Leader of this gang, frankly, I am not putting up with that much disrespect"

Marissa opened her mouth to respond but she closed it, obviously thinking better of commenting. She nodded her head, not agreeing with my decision but accepting that I had made it. I tried to think of what to say but all that arose in my head was ordering her out of the room and demanding that she get ready.

"Boss!" Lindsay exclaimed, throwing open the door and running into the room. I opened my mouth to snap at her, for barging in and then to remind her the importance of respect but she waved her hands rather urgently. I closed my mouth and narrowed my eyes, hoping for her sake that whatever she needed to tell me about was as important as she thought.

"We got money missing," She sighed, "And some drugs"

"Some?" I snapped.

"Enough to be a problem and enough to be noticed" She responded nervously.

"Shit" I snapped and rushed out of the room, pushing past her angrily. She followed me, staying behind at a safe distance. I pushed open the small door of the bar and grabbed the front of Damian's shirt angrily, drawing his face closer to mine.

"How?" I growled.

"I..i..don't…serious boss!" He said shakily, "I…have..God…Boss!"

"How?" I repeated, glaring around at the bar. Cameron stood there, wringing a white cloth between his hands.

"I don't know!" He replied, his voice still shaky. I let go of his shirt and he stumbled back a few places, grabbing onto the side of the bar for support. I leant down and pried open the cupboard, noticing that the lock was still working. I counted the bags in my head and stood up, glaring around at the whole staff. They had all gathered around the bar, wanting to know the damage report.

"Five bags" I cried out and flung open the cash register. I felt my legs go weak and I almost saw the room spin.

"Five thousand dollars," I muttered, cursing under my breath.

"How the fuck did this happen?" I cried out, looking at each one of them individually. I hated myself, I left early and I couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Marissa," I snapped, "You locked up right?"

"No" She whispered.

"Who did?" I yelled.

"Me," Lindsay replied, "And everything was there last night, I swear to God"

I looked over at Marissa, there was something in her eyes and she was almost pleading for me to understand. I studied her for a moment and then turned back to Lindsay, who was almost crying. I patted her shoulder and pressed my other hand to my mouth, trying to calm myself down. She smiled wearily at me; understand that I didn't blame her. Lindsay was sketchy but she didn't steal, the girl just didn't have it in her.

"Spy" Marissa forced it out between her teeth and I nodded, understanding completely.

"Fuck," I growled angrily, "Ellis the dwarf was right"

Well this chapter was so long but, um I hope you all liked it! Oh and The gang is ..
Leader: Emily

Samuel, Bryce, Lindsay, Damian, Cameron, Marissa

Leader: McKinleigh

Matheus, Hannah, Ellis, Alex and OMC named Troy

Please R&R, I am SO SORRY that it was so long!