Back Rooms Novels & Stories

Jax led her to a back room that served as his office, though it bore little resemblance to any legitimate business. The massive oak desk was scarred and stained, cluttered with cash, guns, and what looked suspiciously like bags of white powder. Maps of the city covered one wall, marked with pins and colored lines that likely represented territory, drug routes, and enemy positions. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil and old leather.

“Uhm... yeah.” “Can you come out to the back?” “The back?” “Yeah. There’s a back?” All my time spent here, I’d never imagined there was a back. Of course there was a back. Every house had it but how had I not noticed it? ‘Maybe because your tongue is almost always down his throat whenever you’re at his place.’ My subconscious chimed in. Kol’s laugh pulled me out of my thoughts. “Yes baby. There is. It’s always locked.”

It’s not like she had anything to fear. Ten more minutes securing that night’s money and she was out using the back door that gave into the alley at the back of the bar. If people thought the front of the bar was creepy, then they hadn’t seen the back yet. The alley was nothing more than a narrow passage between two buildings. It was so narrow and cluttered with empty boxes and crates that it made it almost impossible to get through without stumbling. And to make matters worse, it was dark. There were no security lights, not even the natural light of the moon could make it through because of the way the buildings had been placed.

It was time to head back to the clinic anyway. We made it there in record time and I shifted before entering through the back door into my office. I had made this back room my office specifically for days when I needed a quick entrance or exit. I grabbed some jeans and button down from the closet and then laced up my shoes I kept under my desk. A soft knock resonated as I was sitting down to look over the charts from that day. “Come in.” I called out. “Hey, I thought I heard you back here. Sneak in the back?”

POV: Sarah | Back Room, Main Shelter, The Rookeries They put her in the back room with two fighters at the door and Callum across the table, which was where she had expected to end up eventually and which was, when it arrived, both exactly as she had imagined and nothing like it.

Rebecca asked, confused. "Head on to the back." He replied without raising his head to even spare her a glance. She wondered if the main bar was at "the back" like he had instructed her to do. Was that his job? instructing customers to the back. Maybe that was why he already knew what to tell her without even caring who she was or what she wanted. She thanked him and went behind a beaded curtain. She paused, confused. "What the...?" The room at the back was a storage room and no matter how much she looked, she couldn't see past the boxes and crates that filled the place.

The back office was, self-understood, at the very back. The front of the club might entertain clowns of all sorts. At the back, evenly designed corridors reprimanded business with every strike of shoe bottom on the black and white chessboard tiles. Had the hallway always been this long or time had slowed down, thought Vanessa? She had been only twice summoned to the back office since she started a year ago. Never in the middle of her shift.

Elizabeth sighed, patting her softly in the back. Minutes passed by before the mother and daughter let go of each other and wiped away their tears, “oh, that reminds me, I had taken a room downstairs and I found a tape under my pillow and I kept it over there," Elizabeth said, pointing at the dining table. Irene frowned, "a tape?” She asked and Elizabeth nodded, she turned immediately and went to the dining to see what she was talking about.

All night, everything from the past played out in my mind like a movie. The next morning. I struggled out of the bedroom with my weakened body. The door to the guest room was open. A piece of lacy lingerie lay at the foot of the bed, clearly visible. I smiled faintly and glanced at the time. It was time to bring this farce to an end.

Ki-woo smiled, heading out of the plain living room. “We need to talk.” Darius whispered from behind Astrid and she swallowed. She didn't know which one was more effective on her—the proximity between them, his breath over the back of her neck as he spoke, or the fact that he wanted to talk to her. Either way, she was extremely nervous. “Sure.” She nodded. He took her hand and led her up the glass steps that looked like they would break if stepped on with so much force. Down the hall on the first floor, he took her to the room behind the last door. She looked around the room and noticed that it had a large bed close to the wall, a small and organized desk right beside it and a large glass do