Looking into the eyes of a killer, his grin is pure evil sending chills all over my body. Trying to keep it under wraps, my eyes look down at the floor.

"May I ask why you have granted me this audience?" trying to act a little scared in a way.

He laughs. "You don't mess around, do you? Straight to the point."

Lifting my eyes slowly back to his, "I am just tired. Working from five to two in the morning as hard as we did tonight, my body is going into shut down mode screaming for my bed right now."

His eyes flash with a seductive look before it quickly vanishes. "I asked for you to come to meet me to congratulate you on the success with your new drinks. We have never made that much money with a new release of a drink in the five years this place has been open."

Just then, a tall brown-headed woman comes out the door looking at me with a sneer on her face. She walks up to him, running her perfectly manicured fingers down his chest slowly. "Do I need to wait for you tonight, baby?"

Lowering my eyes, not wanting to watch as she drapes herself all over him, he speaks in a rough tone, "No, you will not be going to my house. It is time you go to your own home."

She gaps then I can feel her eyes on me. "You are dumping me for this whore?"

My eyes snap up when I hear her gagging with the rustling of clothing. His hand is wrapped around her neck, squeezing hard, cutting her air off as she slowly turns blue. He is standing up, pulling her face to his "What did I tell you about that fucking smart mouth of yours? You are no longer allowed in my house, club, or anything else that I am associated with. Do you understand?"

She is crying now. "You are going to dump me after the last year we have spent together? I gave up everything for you, Jax."

He snarls at her, "Don't call me that. You are hereby no longer my employee. I will also make sure that you don't get a good job in this state again. Do you understand me? Pack your shit, get the hell away from me, never to come back."

He shoves her into Mateo's arms as she gasps in the air. "Just like that, huh? Dropping me for a fresh piece of ass?"

He pulls out a gun from behind his back, pointing it at her "There's that damn mouth again. Mateo, get her out of my sight before I do something that is not needed at this moment."

He nods, locking onto her arm hard, dragging her out of the room, stopping at the elevator "Boss, does this mean white-out?"

Her eyes go wide as Jackson smiles. "Yes. Take care of that for me, please."

She screams as he clamps his hand over her mouth, picking her up carrying a thrashing body into the elevator. The muffled voice, along with the tears pouring down her face, must mean only one thing, that must be a code word for getting rid of people without a trace. He turned his attention back to me as his eyes showed how fierce he could be, slowly turned back into his dark iris that a woman could get lost in telling him every secret he would want to know about him. Warning bells go off in my head about this as my eyes look into his while he puts his gun back into the holster that resides behind him as the black leather wraps around his shoulders, showing that he has something back there. He leans over at the nearby chair, picking up his jacket sliding it over his muscular frame.

He slowly turns back towards me. "Sorry about that. She has been a pain in my ass for the last six months, along with being a massive gold-digger. We have been on the rocks for a while; she was always trying to be controlling along with very possessive, as you could tell." He sits back down in the chair, facing me. "How did you come up with all those drinks in such a short time?"

Clasping my hands together to stop the slight trembling, "I was messing around with some ideas. Precious and I were throwing around some different combinations, so I took some that are not used in drinks, making the first one. She told me it had a twist to it, so I just said how about 'Jazzy Twist' when the customer who had just walked up to the bar saw the drink then asked what it was since he had never heard of it. Before we knew it, the huge group he was with was ordering rounds; then it just exploded from there."

His eyes flick over to a man next to him, giving a quick jerk of his head. The man nods, walking off, making it just the two of us sitting there looking at each other. I know by just the quick flick of my eyes over his body that he could easily take me down if I tried to attack him, or that gun will make an appearance from behind his back, ending my life if I try to run. He leans forward, laying his elbows on his knees. "Starting tomorrow night, you are going to be up here at my personal bar. Give someone down there the correct way to make those drinks, but if someone can make me an extra twenty grand in just one night, then they must be one hell of a bartender. We will see what your skills can bring up here to my higher clients. I need you up here tomorrow evening at eight since my guest will be here before nine. This way, I can give you the rundown on what to expect while you are up here. As you can see, the bar is smaller than the main one, but you will have every kind of mixture you will need. If any man tries to interact with you in a way other than just being nice, shut them down quickly. I will not have a personal employee draping herself over these men that want a piece of quick action before leaving you high and dry." He sits back into the seat, shifting his shoulders getting comfortable again.

Knowing this is the break I have been looking for to get some inside information, my head slowly nods. "Yes, sir. Who do I need to alert if someone will not stop bothering me?"

He flicks his wrist where a huge man appears at the bar looking at me with a hard stare. "This is Tumbler; he will be keeping a very close eye on everything that will be going on up here when my guest is here. If you need a bathroom break, someone is hitting on you, or not behaving correctly, throw your pinky up to alert him that you are in trouble or need something. He is the cooler up here on my floor when Mateo has other things to do, but if Mateo is here, both of them will be watching everything going on at all times."

Knowing that I can not bring any of my equipment here for any recording that we desperately need, I will have to listen in with my ears doing the best I can to remember everything important that might be said. "Thank you for this opportunity, sir; people were talking about how you do have personal workers for you when important guests arrive. I hope to perform up to your standards for the night."

His eyes slowly drag over my body from the top of my head down to the shoes planted on the floor. He smirks. "I am sure that you will be fine. Do not wear the normal uniform here either; this is what you will need for tonight's job."

Tumbler walks over with a white short-sleeved shirt that buttons up, a black skirt that looks a little short, then a set of black heels in a box. He hands them to Jackson as he sets them down into a chair beside him. "Do I need to give you my size to make sure they are not too tight?"

That evil grin comes back over his face. "We have done our homework on you, Jazz; I know everything down to the size of panties you put on daily. Nice apartment, by the way, for someone who claims they are working needing money so badly."

Shit, they went to my house. The force set me up in a high-end apartment in the nicer part of town; if they looked into me, they would not find out who I was, causing me to lose my life. Giving a small laugh, "I got a good deal on that place. The landlady is a very kind older woman who took me in when I lost my old house in a massive fire."

I see a hint of anger flash through his eyes like he can tell something is not right. "Yes, Mrs. Smith is a very kind lady. I have known her for many years."

Fuck, I almost forgot he has his hand in everyone's pocket, basically. I need to tread lightly here. "Do you mind if I get going, sir? I am tired, while three in the afternoon will come around very quickly. You don't want me too tired to make your guests happy, correct?"

He looks me over one more time a little too closely, then gives me a nod. "Of course. I would hate to keep a pretty thing like you up for too long. Go home getting your much-needed sleep."

I stand up, slowly smoothing out the pants I have on; he gets up, walking over to me while Tumbler grabs the clothes. "Here, let me walk you down to your car. There are a lot of evil men out there that might try to take advantage of someone who is a beautiful as yourself."

Giving him a plastered smile the best I can, "Thank you so much for being a gentleman. I have never run into a bad man yet, but I do know they are out there somewhere," like the one that is standing only two feet away from me right now.

He throws his hand our palm up, telling me to go ahead as the two huge men file in behind me, making my pulse skyrocket. "I am happy to make sure you reach your car safely. Someone needs to help with your clothes too."

He hits the button on the wall making the doors open as we all step into the box. He punches B as the doors close, making it descend to where my car sits.