The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

TWELVE

K E E Y A

Music blared loudly in the space of the club as I continued to sit on the stool situated outside the private room. The area that was usually busy all night had now calmed down, leaving every private room empty as we drifted closer to closing time. Everybody left in the club was either high off their ass, drunk off their ass or spent their last, and I was grateful for it.

Grateful since I got the chance to just chill for a bit, grateful that it was more calm on the west. Down south these hours were the deadliest, broke pockets, weed and liquor mixing together usually meant chaos, but here, that wasn't always the outcome, I mean it still happened but compared to the south...this was better. Most nights were calm like this, and if shit did pop off it was an easy handle for me after all the shit me and Jerome done experienced, which left Jerome to even get a chance to roam since he wasn't one who liked to stay one place too long. Another reason he switched posts with the other security here so often.

Me on the other hand, I didn't mind this shit, I liked it.

"Keys," Jerome called out and I followed his voice to the head of the stairs to see him motioning me over. I pulled myself from the stool, moving towards him and as I arrived his hand met my shoulder as he leaned in so I could hear him over the music. "We need some help getting sum of these drunk people out of here before we start closing up,"

He pulled back and was met with my agreeing nod, which had him turning to move back down the stairs with me following behind. As we settled at the bottom of the stage, my stance on this being a quiet night was quickly rattled as Dwayne's shout met my ears. I turned looking over to find him in it with sum dude, and by the looks of the scene it was the usual repetitive shit. Somebody feeling like they should touch all they wanted, like they owned somebody.

"You helping him out or going round front?" Jerome asked, and I quickly weighed the options in my head as I took in dude who was clearly drunk, one drunk guy or groups of them?

"I'll stay,"

"Aitte," He accepted with a tap against my shoulder, before walking off and leaving me to take steps closer towards the scene that was beginning to attract a few eyes. I was prepared to simply stand to the side just in case, but the playing of Mr Gerald's words in my head had me moving closer.

"We good?" I inquired, now only a step away from the scene and Dwayne glanced over to me before looking back to dude as I did the same.

"Yeah," He confirmed before reaching out to grab dude's shoulder, and the man shook him off violently with a few words to match his actions. "Man you done for the night,"

That had Dwayne placing both hands on the man's shoulders this time in an act to restrain him and carry him outside, and in a flash it went from Dwayne being in control to being helpless. A move that Dwayne was unaware of happened as the man pulled a knife from his pocket flicking it open quickly. The sight had my adrenaline and experience kicking in immediately as I instantly knocked the knife from his hand, before moving to wrap my arms around him from behind, destroying his ability to move.

A crowd had now gathered and so did my irritation as I watched it finally click in Dwayne's head a second later what just happened, and it had me wondering how dude was out here surviving for this long or was it just my presence that attracted this type of bullshit.

"Pick up the knife," I called out to Dwayne and he did so immediately as dude tried to violently free himself from my hold, making me realize he wasn't gon calm down on his own. "Pocket that shit,"

As Dwayne closed up the knife in preparation to put it away, I switched my restraint to one arm, bringing the other around dude's neck, wrapping it around it and holding it there until he was knocked out.