Dev started up the stairs, leaving Frank to let the DM know all was well. He made his way to the far corner of the upstairs and settled into the large chair at the low table. It would let him see across the floor and know if he was needed in the club. He shouldn’t be. Max was running the bar so it should be good. HIs manager could handle most everything.

Dev finished situating the sub in his lap as everyone found their seats. He could feel her relaxing, her breathing start to match his. He let her come out of the attack on her own, knowing to do this because of what Mike had told him works best. Touch, quiet and no questions. Dev sat there holding Crystal as he listened to the others discuss this weekend’s plans. It was supposed to be a carefree three-day weekend at Jakes. Hopefully it would be.