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The King of Silverhills
« on: September 15, 2021, 11:52:39 PM »
"There he is boss, we spotted him a few minutes back."

"The little guy in the yellow shirt?" Bryson Kemp asked his security worker as he looked across the crowded dance floor. Bryson had been enjoying a cardboard cup of coffee with his bouncer on the door of the Scandal Nightclub when one of his men inside had come looking for him. In the five years he'd owned Scandal it had retained its reputation as one of the best and most popular nightclubs in Silverhills, and therefore East Moreland. It counted various celebrities among its regular clients including even Queen Stasya who prior to her pregnancy had been her a few times a month. Even tonight a private booth was housing a few of the East Moreland rugby team back from the Mundus Games and celebrating their gold medals. Earlier in the night Bryson had even managed to tear himself away from the door to for a few minutes to buy them a bottle of champagne and pose for a photo with them. He wasn't that bothered but it was a good way to keep the club in the gossip sheets and therefore maintain its reputation. Now though the lad in the yellow shirt was in the eyes of Bryson "Taking the piss."

"You want us to sort him?"

"No" Bryson waved away the burly black suited security guy and instead made his way across a busy dance floor. It was like some kind of magic trick that Bryson was able to almost filter his way through the crowd with ease, like a fish slipping upstream. A slight pressure on a back or hip with his hand steered punters out of his way until he was approaching the yellow shirt from behind. Without a word Bryson took hold of the mans right arm at the wrist and elbow in such a way that he now had full control over where the young man went. The girl he'd been trying to dance with seemed surprised as Bryson pushed past her and headed the shocked man off the dance floor, across a small lounge and face first through a fire door. A swift kick to the back of the knees and the man was down on his hands and knees swearing.

"You can't do this to me."

Without a word Bryson pushed down on the back of the man's head with his boot pinning him to the ground. "You know who I am? I can do what the hell I like here." He twisted his foot slightly grinding the mans face against the concrete of the fire escape. Keeping weight on the wriggling figure Bryson reached down and went through the jeans pockets, that was something to speak with security about, how the hell did this guy get in with jeans on? Bryson chuckled to himself about his brief distraction as he found nothing of interest in the pockets but then reached a hand down into the lads sock. "Got em you arsehold." Bryson declared as two members of his security team joined him. Bryson waved a small clear ziplock bag in the air like some kind of prize before tossing them to one of his team called Will who examined them closely.

"Definitely E's" Will declared.

"You bring that muck in here. Who you selling for?" Bryson picked the dealer up by his hair. "You better answer." He added as he forced his criminal against the wall with a forearm across his throat just loose enough so he could speak.

"No one." The boy croaked.

Bryson swung a fist that landed square on the man's testicles and using his forearm to keep him vertical he punched again, and then three more times leaving the guy screaming in pain. "I'm asking again." Bryson made a gesture to Will as though to hand something over. This time it was a small penknife. "If I don't get an answer then I'm punching you in the balls again, but this time with this." he ran the flat of the blade across the now weeping lads face. "Who you selling for?"

"Tavistock" the name came between sobs and deep breaths.

"And who are you?" Rather than asking their captive Bryson asked Will who had retrieved the guys wallet.

"Says here his name is Rueben Mason. Student at the Uni." Will flashed a library ID card from Silverhills University.

"Mr.Mason" Bryson addressed the student. "I'm giving you a set of rules. First the only person who sells anything in here is me. Second you want to sell you ask and you only sell what I tell you. Third, you keep that chemical filled crap out my clubs. Forth don't wear fucking jeans in my place." Rueben felt the knife at his crotch and feared the blade sliding into his scrotum but instead it cut into the thick fabric, Bryson ran it down a seam splitting the jeans, a few slashes and cuts later the jeans were in ribbons. "Will, take him outside, cut his left earlobe off, then have someone take the drugs to Tavistock along with this." Bryson dropped Rueben to the floor where he was immediately grabbed by Will and the other security guard. Bryson reached into his jacket and into the under arm holster he wore. Removing the pistol he wore there he removed a single bullet and handed it Will who understood clearly. "I'm going to my office." Bryson left them to their tasks and no sooner had he left than Will began dragging the begging boy down the steps.

As they reached the cold night air Will threw Rueben to the floor and took out a knife, as instructed he took hold of the dealers left earlobe and pulled it tight. With a swift sawing action he cut through the flesh leaving a stream of blood pouring onto the alleyway's concrete. "Now piss off" Will kicked the man in his already bruised nuts before heading off down the street. He knew where Tavistock, a low level drug pusher around the University campus, would be. There was a little live music venue a few streets away called The Red House and that was where Tavistock held court. Will was known by the door staff who simply let him in and a few minutes later Will was face to face with an already nervous Tavistock. "Mr. Kemp has a delivery for you." In a back room the two of them stood alone and now Will placed the drugs on the bar. "Mr.Kemp does not want this anywhere near his businesses. He allows you to have places like this and whatever you do here he doesn't give a toss about." Will next placed the severed ear lobe on the bar. "If Mason, or any other of your scumbags goes near Mr.Kemp's places again it'll be a bigger chunk than an earlobe. Now if you get an idea to carry on peddling this in Scandal or anywhere near it you might as well take this." He put the bullet on the bar, "Load it into a gun, put in your mouth and pull the trigger because what we'll do to you will take much longer." Will could see the fear in the man's face.

"Yes sir." Tavistock looked down at his feet and then at the bullet. "I'm sorry, I'll tell my people to stay clear." he added.

"And what do you want me to tell Mr.Kemp?" Will asked more like an annoyed parent rather than an enforcer.

"Erm...tell him I'm sorry."

"Good lad." Will slapped Tavistock lightly on his left cheek twice. "Now empty your pockets." Tavistock did as instructed producing two mobile phones, a bunch of keys and a fat roll of banknotes. "This is compensation for wasting my time." Will pocketed the bundle of banknotes, he'd peel a few off for himself as he walked back to Scandal but he knew better than to not give the rest to Kemp. He suspected Kemp would share the money out between all his closest confidents anyway but it didn't hurt to cream a little off. "Have a good night" Will turned and left making the walk back through the now wet Silverhills evening. He went up to Bryson's office and handed over the money. "Anything else boss?" Will asked as Bryson counted the money, about two thousand pounds , into eight piles. Kemp slid one into the draw in his desk, "Feast of Marissa bonus" He handed one of the piles to Will, "Tell the lads to come and see me before they clock off. Now I have a simpler job for you, head down to the private bar. They'll be a woman in there, red dress, blonde hair, Kate Ruddegem, bring her up please."

Will folded the money into his pocket, nodded and left. It was only one floor down to a private bar where the VIP's had access. He looked around and spotted the woman. "Miss Ruddegem?" he asked before getting confirmation, "Mr. Kemp requests the pleasure of your company." He wasn't sure who she was or why Kemp wanted her but he escorted her up to the office, knocked on the door and then entered. "Mr.Kemp, your guest." He held a chair out for the woman to sit at the office desk opposite Bryson and waited for her to sit down before heading out.

Bryson waited for the door to shut, "So Miss Ruddegem, you said you'd some business proposition for Altona for me. What do you have in mind?"