The enemy

< Chapter 26 >

Kingston's pov:

*mentions of rape*

Warren Lincoln is dead and his rotting body is right infront of me.

"What the fuck am I going to tell River? I can't just tell her our father is dead. She won't be able to manage it! She'll lose herself again and I don't want that!" Honor was really stressed about the whole thing which was understandable, but what did he mean by 'she'll lose herself again'.

I don't even know what the fuck to do at this point.

Honor was pacing back and forth infront of me and all I wanted to do was knock some fucking sense into him.

Yes, I understand he's just lost his father but he can't be freaking out like this. Not when someone could be watching.

Stepping infront of him, he sent a harsh glare at me, "this is all your fucking fault, you son of a bitch." He yelled in my face before landing a solid punch to my jaw.

Fuck.

Instead of retaliating, like I usually do, I let him continue so he could get rid of all the anger and sadness built up in his body.

"If you never took my father, he would probably still be with us today. But no. You and your family just love watching us lose our loved ones by the minute. First my uncle, now my father. Are you going to be the one to tell River that? Are you? Look where the fuck we are now, all because of you." Never once in my life did I let someone dare to talk to me with this level of disrespect but right now, I deserved this.

"Calm down-" I tried to speak but was interrupted.

"No! Don't you fucking dare tell me to calm down. He's my fucking father. Our fucking father. Mine and Rivers. Do you have any idea of how much this will fuck her up. No, because you didn't think about that! Do you even fucking acknowledge what you've caused? I don't give a fuck if that bastard is your dad, he killed mine without mercy and now I'm going to make it my fucking mission to do the same to him." Honor released all his anger before storming in the opposite direction and towards a large group of cops.

He was right. This probably was going to destroy River and they're both not going to stop until my father is also in the same position.

I don't blame them. I would be happy seeing my father dead, too.

Looking at the already rotting body for a few moments, I then tore my eyes away from the sight and focused my gaze on Kylo.

He was speaking with one of his fellow cops when he noticed me staring at him from afar.

The rain had finally come to a stop as the pitch black sky, now surrounded us.

Kylo slowly made his way over to me, his head held down as he approached me.

Before he could muster out a few words, I began, "how the fuck did this happen? What the fuck were you doing to let this happen? I thought you were keeping an eye out? I mean, that's what I'm paying you extra money for, isn't it?" I was beyond pissed.

At him, at my father, at Briggs, at myself.

"We were, but-" I cut him off, not wanting to hear any of his pathetic bullshit that was about to spill from his mouth.