New Story - again written exclusively on Steemit - WiP - Bouncer Part 4

I started a new story to share on Steemit. It's not my usual type of tale, but I decided it has legs so I'm going to let it run.

Meet Zack, my newest character. I hope you like him.

The first part was written a few weeks ago and since then, I've been mulling it over in my head where the story needs to go.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

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Please note: This is the FIRST DRAFT, no editing, written straight onto paper.

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The brothers continued working on their recruitment and canvassing for clients.

Rush-hour came and went and at last, they decided it was time to finish work. Taylor had the meeting to go to and Zack had the first of his last three shifts to prep for.

“I’ll call at the club later, let you know how the meeting with The Russians went,” Taylor said.

Zack nodded, locked up the office, tried the door out of habit and studied his younger brother. “You be careful. It looks like Viktor’s taken a shine to you. Mind your manners, be respectful and listen. Don’t bow to his every demand though. We need his business, sure, but we don’t need to pay him in order to get it. We have our own costs and overheads and if we’re going to have the cream of the crop working for us, we’re going to have to up the game and up their wages. That means…”

Taylor put his hand up to stop his brother’s speech. “Zack,” he said. “I know all this. I’ve had a brilliant teacher – you. Now you’ve got to believe in me. Trust me that I’ve learned the lessons you’ve been teaching me since I could walk.”

“If I remember, I taught you that too.” Zack grinned. “Yeah. I’m worrying too much. I know you can do it, but if I didn’t remind you and you forgot, it’d be as much my fault as yours.”

“True. See you later,” Taylor said, turning to go to his car. “Oh, and I didn’t realise it was you that taught me how to walk. Is that true?”

“Yeah, I’m afraid it was. It wasn’t intentional. We were left alone a lot and I wanted to explore. You screamed the place down if I left you, so I made you follow faster,” Zack said. “That’s probably why you have bandy legs.”

He grinned again as Taylor looked down at his legs.

“I don’t have bandy…” he said, raising his head to see Zack silently laughing. “Bastard.”

“Only as much as you are, Brother,” he said and went to his own car.

Both brothers went to their respective homes to shower, change and go straight out again. Zack grabbed something healthy from the fridge and gulped it down cold before dressing. Taylor grabbed a health food bar and ate it as he drove to the meeting at the same restaurant he and Zack ate at the previous night.

Just after midnight, a call came over the radio that Taylor had arrived at the club.

“Send him over to me,” Zack said into his radio.

Thursday nights usually went one of two ways. Either noisy, busy and tremendous fun or noisy, busy and violent.

Zack studied the punters. They all seemed to be drunk and intent on having a great time. Students knew how to party. One guy, a little older than the usual crowd caught Zack’s attention and he studied him.

A bottle of water in his hand, t-shirt stretched tight over bulging biceps and muscled chest. He had a shaved head and furrowed brow. The guy wasn’t dancing, he wasn’t drinking and he wasn’t chatting – he watched with as much concentration as any of Zack’s team. Zack watched him from the corner of his eye, head turned slightly away so the guy wouldn’t become wary of being watched. To anyone, it would seem that the guy wasn’t on anyone’s radar and Zack was watching the dance floor, like most of the other guys in the room.

The club had specific nights. The formula worked insofar as the till receipts but Zack had become bored with the tedium. That pushed him into looking at ways to get out of the mundanity of door work.

Thursdays student nights – cheap booze and club sounds. Fridays were geared more for the young professionals - the newest sounds, chart hits. Saturdays catered for an older clientele as well as the young professionals – the restaurant opened ‘til late, faux-Champagne on ice and the booths upstairs were opened. Those that wanted to act like ’10-bob millionaires’ as his dad called them, were in their element.

Zack prided himself on the fact that he was the youngest head doorman in town, at the biggest and busiest club – at least until ‘The Cobalt’ came online and who knew when that would be finished.

Taylor walked into the room, Zack spotted him but he spotted something else too. He motioned for his brother to stay away for the moment. Taylor nodded and made for the bar, watching his brother’s every move.

Zack spoke into his radio. “Something’s kicking off in the main room. Gimme some room but I may need backup.”

A doorman appeared at one of the fire exits and others emerged from the gloom. No one made a move and they wouldn’t until either they saw something kicking off or Zack signalled them to go in.