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stepped forward to make a grab for him but Harper skipped out of the way. Brent stepped forward and held out a restraining arm. “Take this piece of shit out of here and get him cleaned up. He’s bleeding all over my floor.” The other doorman looked at Brent for a moment, as if to check that he was hearing him right. “I said, get him out of my fucking sight! I’ll deal with the rest of them. You couldn’t handle it, anyway. Harper here would kick your ass all over town.” Brent glared at the other guy until he bent down to help the bleeding man to his feet.
    “Back to your positions.” Brent said into a small mouth piece on his wrist. The music was still banging through the club and it was difficult to hear. “Come on, Harper. And you two. Move it.” He motioned for all three of us to follow him. It wasn’t like we needed directions. We knew the drill all too well. We were being kicked out of the club and therefore that meant being taken out the back way. We’d been thrown out of this place more times than I could remember.
    “So, tell me. What happened this time?” Brent asked as we walked down the steep concrete stairwell that was located at the rear of the club. If the front of house wasn’t particularly classy, then the back exit was positively prison-like, with its bare cement walls and harsh artificial lighting.
    Harper glanced over at Destiny, who was trying not to stumble her way down the stairs and was snivelling into a tissue. “Nothing.”
    “It didn’t look like nothing to me.” Brent chuckled. Obviously, he found mindless violence quite amusing.
    Harper shook his head slightly. I knew that nothing on this earth would ever stop him from being there to defend me or Destiny if we ever got into any trouble, but we were both getting fed up of Dee acting like a spoiled brat and us having to bail her out every single time. One of these days, she was going to have to grow up. Not that I could see that happening any time soon.
    “Well, we’ve done this enough times for you to know what’s going to happen next.” Brent said, taking us all in with a single look. He was a scary looking man, probably less muscle and more cheeseburgers, but still, he was a hell of a hulk of a man. Luckily, I’d never seen the bad side of him and I wouldn’t want to.
    “Yeah. Sure. One month’s ban.” Harper replied glumly, staring straight ahead, trying to rein in his temper.
    “If you kept your girl here under better control, then this wouldn’t happen to you quite so often.” Brent gave a brief nod in Dee’s direction. There was nothing we could really say to that. There would never be any way to keep Destiny under control. She was the one that was always looking for the next adventure and seeking out a good time, regardless of the consequences. She couldn’t seem to stop herself from getting into bother and each and every time, all hell broke loose. There would be no taming this particular beast.
    “I think I’m going to throw up.” Dee muttered as she staggered over to the wall at the base of the stairs, clutching at her stomach and moaning pitifully.
    “Aww, shit, man! Get her out of here! It’s bad enough that we have got to mop that blood up tonight without having to deal with that, too.” Brent shook his head in disgust and walked back towards the open door of the club.
    I looked over at Harper. There was no way that any taxi driver in their right mind would be willing to pick us up with Dee in that kind of state. Her ebony skin was taking on a decidedly greenish tint and she was staggering all over the place, obviously obliterated out of her skull.
    “Well, ain’t this just perfect?” Harper said as Dee began to retch and the first spots of rain started to fall from the night sky.
    It certainly wasn’t the best end to the night. Ever since my headache had come on, I had just wanted to go home and get away from all the noise and the flashing lights. I wished that we hadn’t bothered coming