Devil's claim
Mirabella’s POV
I made a decision the next morning. No matter what Hunter had told me, no matter the command in his voice, I wasn’t going to stay away from work because of fear of him. He was not my master. He didn’t own me.
That night, I wore my simple black dress, tied my hair in a ponytail, and walked to the club with my chest heavy but my steps steady. The streets were buzzing with people heading home, some students probably from reading classes were heading and laughing. I held my bag tighter, my heart was drumming in my chest. I didn't know what to expect from work today. I don't know what Hunter would make me do today. I don't even know if he was still going to be adamant about me following him home.
As I pushed open the back door to the club, the familiar smell o
