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

THIRTY-TWO

K E E Y A

I reached forward, opening the door for Pulsion, and she stepped in with that usual thank you and I followed behind her as I moved inside.

"What you getting?" I asked her, and she looked at me searching for something for a few brief seconds before looking away. "You don't know?"

"The curried goat with the rice and peas," She voiced, before looking back at me again as we settled in the line. "What do you want me to get you?"

"Get me? You paying?" I asked and she nodded with a subtle smile. "For both stomachs?"

A genuine laugh left her and I smiled at the sound, enjoying it since she been a bit quiet in the car.

"Yeah, both stomachs," She confirmed with a much softer sound of amusement, and I reached for hand since I knew that she was good, and me doing it wouldn't feel like pushing or sum shit to me, but then she looked down at her hands, and I contemplated pulling mine back until she said. "Why don't you go sit down and wait, I made you stand enough for today,"

"We both was standing,"

"I know but you driving," She said, gently using our intertwined hands to push against my stomach.

"Okay," I agreed, and with that, I released her hand moving to sit in one of the white plastic chairs gracing the restaurant. The time I had to kill prompted me to pull out my phone about sum parts I was supposed to get for the car I was rebuilding for Mr. Gerald.

And that's what I spent the next few minutes doing, dividing my time between it and Compulsion as I offered a watchful gaze over her every now and again. Soon she was walking over to me with the food in hand and I was grateful for the shit.

"We eating here?" I asked, starting to get a bit more comfortable and she smiled.

"No, we eating in the car," She told me while taking hold of my hand and using it to guide me to my feet, and I stood, ready to eat since I been in here smelling the food for a good minute.

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The sound of music playing softly from the car's speaker mixed the muffled sounds of the street on the outside as I continued to drive with Dantae next to me. It was a Thursday, and another day that the club was closed. It was a nice pause to the week since yesterday we were wrestling a busy ass crowd while it was rainy, which made the place feel a lot more chaotic. The rain also meant that Pulsion wasn't there yesterday but we texted a lil, but she was busy making em outfits she got the fabric for on the Tuesday.

I was lowkey thinking about shooting her a text a lil later on to see if I could see her, even if it was just to smoke—I ain't mind that. I liked rolling up and I liked rolling up with her. A lil weed would probably be a need after me and Dantae got done with the club today. A day off seemed like the perfect time for us to repaint that parking lot that ain't have no guidelines on what was a spot and what wasn't. Somebody almost hitting my car coming in last night tryna park made it real clear to me that it was needed.

I flicked my indicator on, allowing the clicking to enter the space as I turned into the club and to my surprise there were cars parked on the lot.

"Ain't the place closed?" He asked me and I hummed in response as I drove to my usual spot.

"That's Tiny's car up there, and Compu—I think they probably here practicing," I vocalized, knowing that otherwise from me and Dantae only Silver and the head bartender Brandy have a key.

"What Tiny doing here then?" He asked a bit confused as I settled into my spot, putting my car in park, shutting it off and removing the key.

"Ask him when you get in," I told him, feeling his paranoia peak, and I ain't made no move to calm that shit as I lifted my gun from between my legs, pushing it into my waist as he did the same.