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Love On Display	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi Views: 2466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Bon Jovi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"E… Eric… What…."

"Take your own advice, Bongiovi; shut up!" Eric pushed Jon down on the couch next to Richie and turned his attention to Tom. "You still want your job, Groves?" Tom paled and nodded. "Then get your ass downstairs and back behind that bar where you belong!" Tom nodded again and without a backward glance at Jon, ran out the apartment and down the stairs. "And as for you…" He grabbed Richie's upper arm and hauled him roughly to his feet. "I don't know who you are or what you're doing here, but I want you off these premises and I don't want to see you here ever again."

Richie pulled his arm out of Eric's grip. "No, I think I'll stay, thanks all the same."

Jon moaned softly, holding his head in his hands. "Just go, Richie."

Eric laughed. "On first name terms with the clientele, are we Jon? So touching. Why don't you listen to the little whore, Richie, and leave?"

Richie narrowed his eyes at Eric, hands bunching into fists. "He is not…"

"Yes I am," Jon interrupted quietly, one hand on Richie's arm to stop him lashing out at Eric. "Please Richie, just leave. I'll be fine."

Richie sighed but nodded, the expression on his face indicating he was not happy with the situation. He pulled away from Jon and Eric and made his way to the door.

Jon took a deep breath and looked up at Eric. "What do you want?"

Eric strode across the room and pushed Jon back against the couch. He grabbed a handful of Jon's top and leaned in close. "You really are an ungrateful little punk, aren't you? After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me. I bail you out, I get you off the streets, I give you a place to live and a job and I find out you've been screwing me over. How many more of my clientele have you been bringing up here and fucking for extra money after hours?"

"No, I wasn't… I haven't…"

"Shut up!" Eric snarled, backhanding Jon around the face.

Jon gasped, his hand automatically flying to his face, eyes widening when his fingers came away from his mouth bloody.

"I've had enough of your attitude," Eric continued. "You're lazy, you stop other members of my staff from working with your idle chit-chat, and now this. You're fired, Jon! You have the rest of the weekend to get your stuff together, get me my money and get the hell out of this apartment. Do you understand?"

Jon shook his head. "I don't… I haven't got your money."

"Well you better find it then, hadn't you? $850, by Monday. Or else!" Eric stalked across the apartment to the door and slammed it shut behind him.

Feeling shaky, Jon pushed himself up from the couch and paced around his apartment, pausing to stare out the window at the darkening sky. $850… how the hell am I going to find that much money by Monday? A thought flashed through his mind and he shuddered; there was no way he could do that. In the relative safety of the club was one thing, but… no, he decided, definitely not.

Sick to the stomach at the thought, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands. How else are you going to get Eric the money? asked the little voice inside his head. It's not like you can take out a loan or borrow it from your parents

"Shut up," he hissed under his breath, lying down on his side. He could feel the tears of frustration welling in his eyes and, despite his best efforts to will them away, felt them starting to spill out and down his face. He sniffed hard and drew his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs, curling in on himself as he cried.

When he looked up again the night sky had completely settled in, his face was stiff with the salt from his tears and his head ached from crying. He sat up and wiped his hands through his hair, drying his face on his t-shirt. Chewing on his nails, he glanced around his room, his gaze landing on his overnight bag and clothes hanging from the rail. Perhaps if Eric couldn't find him, he wouldn't worry about getting his money back…

Nodding thoughtfully to himself, Jon grabbed a black shirt from the back of a chair and pulled it on quickly, locating a pair of boots and a denim jacket. He opened his bag and threw his clothes into it, zipping it shut as he laced up the boots and buttoned the jacket. He pulled his key ring from his jeans pocket and left it on the table, turning the lights off and leaving the door unlocked and open as he walked through it. Bag slung over his back, he took the stairs two at a time, and made his way quickly through the emptying club, not looking at anyone and ignoring Tom as he called out to him.
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