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

SIXTEEN

K E E Y A

He pulled the door shut and the sound whispered in the space as well as the tapping of the rain against the car, which had returned to a much heavier downpour. My eyes stayed on him as my hand returned to the wheel while he tossed his duffle to the floor of the car.

"We good?"

"Yeah, we good sarge," He uttered as my gaze shifted back ahead with a flick of my indicator, checking the road and pulling out onto it from my parked position off to the side. "I'm not used to you being late,"

"Something came up last minute, I had to handle it before coming on this side," I explained, as I turned up the speed of my windshield wipers as the rain continued.

"I got you," He accepted. "How long it been raining?"

"Since this morning really, it eased up a lil earlier, but shit pouring now,"

"Yeah, it's dry down south, I ain't expect this when I got up here," He said, inspecting the outside through the car's windows and I smiled.

"I'm on shift tonight and I'm not tryna be late, so Imma have you meet Sebastain tomorrow still even though you got in today,"

"I understand," He told me, and I glanced over to him to see him pulling his gun out of his waist, resting it on the seat between his legs. "Rome on shift tonight too?"

"Yeah," I told him as I settled behind a car at the red light, which had my full attention on him.

"What happened to your hand?" He asked with a glance to injured hand, and I sighed, lowkey forgetting bout it since the weed really dims its effect on me.

"Some shit at the club,"

"It's like that out here,"

"A lil bit," I answered with a smile that he matched as he nodded, scratching the hair on his chin.

"You tryna give me a blunt or sumn for tonight?"

"Your ass couldn't bring sumn with you?" I asked him, earning a breath of amusement off his lips as he held onto the tip of his goatee, shifting his head on the seat to look at me.

"I smoked it while waiting on the bus," He answered, making me laugh too.

"Imma get you sumn for tonight, I got a plug too so Imma give you that so you can get your own shit next time," I assured him, and he stretched a hand out that I took for a quick dab up with an amused shake of my head.

"You stay solid,"

"You stay high,"

"You be higher than me, sarge," He expressed as I returned my gaze forward, pulling off.

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My strides pulled me towards the entrance of the shop as the sun fell on my skin, telling stories of the rain that had been all week in the intensity of its heated rays. By the look and feel of the place, you wouldn't be able to tell that rain had just stopped falling last night.

Place hot as hell.

My hand met the handle of the door, pulling it open, which graced my ears with the various sounds of the body shop as I stepped inside. As usual there was no one sitting at the receptionist desk, so with a release of the door, I simply walked past it and went straight to the back to find Mr Gerald.

The man was sitting on the inside of a car, busy wiping down the steering wheel that I could tell he had just finished working on. As I got closer our eyes met through the windscreen, and that had him motioning me closer and I went standing by the open driver's side door.