“Oh there she is. She hasn’t made it to the bar yet.”
Mike looked where his pet was pointing. Yes, their friend hadn’t made it yet. But she was in the club, out of her house. That was a plus. God it’d only taken a year. Hopefully Devin would be able to help her. Seeing as his mentor and friend had more experience with subs. There were no canes in the club tonight. The staff had locked them up. Not to say something else wouldn’t cause a panic attack. He knew he shouldn’t, hell they all did, but with every attack Crystal had had this year, whoever was with her felt as he did, helpless. Not an emotion he was used to or liking.
The group had finally brought this to Dev’s attention, the other dom dead. Dev had said give him a date, a time and he’d try to help. But, she had to come here.
He watched as Max pointed her in the right direction. Would she move?
“Display!” Mike snapped the words automatically, then looked to see what the problem was. Some idiot Dom was walking past Crystal with a 10-foot whip. He waited for the attack, ready to go, then stopped; there was Devlin.
Dev stepped in front of the sub just in time. He would have to figure out how the idiot got the whip on the floor later. He didn’t talk to his staff to hear his own voice. She stopped in front of him, that or run into him. He watched her eyes flick up to him then lowered quickly. He waited, her eyes raised, the question clearly in them.
“You’re late.” Dev held his hand out for the note she was currently crushing in her hand. Taking it from her “Come”. He turned and headed to the bar. She fell into step just to the right. He stopped to let a few customers pass him, then started forward again. Holding his hand behind him he felt her slip her hand into his. He tucked it into his waistband and kept crossing the floor, talking to customers as he went. He was one of the proprietors, it was what he had to do. He had felt Crystal relax once she was able to hold onto him. Hopefully Mike and Ashley had told her what was going to happen tonight. Leonard, lucky he was dead or Dev would have to kill him for the damage he had done. The bastard had been hiding, abusing and stealing from her for decades. He only knew a small part of the story but Leonard had gotten a hold of her when she turned 19. And to think the man had been a member here! Np one had known he was hiding a slave at home. He made his way to Mike and Ashley sitting at the bar.
Stopping in front of the empty seat, he pulled her in front of him and placed her on the stool. As soon as he removed his hands he saw the panic start. Stepping into her space he grabbed her left hand and hooked it back into his waistband. She started to relax. It was something he and Frank had discussed over the years, that sometimes touch could relax and provide security for a sub more than words ever could.
Dev looked at the body curled into itself under the counter at his feet. He had never seen a sup, person or soldier move that fast. As he bent done to Crystal he heard the litany, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Panic attack. Dev knew what that was. Man, if Leonard wasn’t head he really would have killed him. Dev stopped to breathe and calm himself before reaching out and carefully gathering the sub to his chest. He stood, careful to avoid knocking either of their heads into the bar. Standing he looked at Mike, Ashley and Frank, all right there to help if he needed it.
“Let’s take this upstairs. Frank, have Max find and kick out whoever has that whip!”