The enemy

< Chapter 28 >

Kingston's pov:

We pulled up outside the strip club around thirty minutes later and no surprise, the street was packed.

Business men were seen entering and leaving the club as we watched on.

The time on my watch read 2:47am and I wanted nothing more than to go to bed and sleep but this had to be done.

As we sat discreetly outside the club in my blacked out car, I watched on carefully at everything that was happening around me.

Many business men were leaving the club with women stuck to their arms, laughing and giggling as they all hopped in either their own cars or taxis.

Some business men were seen leaving without anyone but they still appeared to have large grins spread across their faces.

Sometimes, I understand why.

Strippers can be the most beautiful women in the world and they can show off their talents really well and I applaud them for that.

But sometimes, men like to take advantage of that by harassing them and making them feel uncomfortable in public areas as if they have no shame.

And that very thing was happening right infront of me.

From my seated position in my car, I could see a woman, blonde and tall, face caked in makeup as she's most likely a working stripper here, leaving the club, with a man following behind her.

She had a black leather jacket on that went all the way down to her ankles, revealing her sparkling heels.

She was well aware of the old man following behind her and she didn't look too pleased about it as she tried to run for a taxi.

Her heels being the thing that slowed her down.

Just before she could escape the man and jump in a taxi, he gripped her arm harshly and pulled her back against his chest.

She fought to get out of his grip but unfortunately for her, she wasn't able to.

"Nasty motherfucker." I heard Honor grit out from beside me as he was also watching the scene that played out infront of us.

As we waited and watched a little longer, we noticed that many people walked by and not one person bothered to even ask them what was happening.

They all just ignored her and pretended as if she weren't there.

And that's when me and Honor decided to step in.

Exiting the car, we both slammed the doors shut, never once taking our eyes off the scene that was still happening infront of us.

Rage immediately built up inside of me as it took me back to a time where I watched my mother get treated like this very woman by a man I used to call my father.

Yes, I'm aware I'm not the best with women either and yes, I have disrespected women before, but what makes me sick to my stomach is seeing a man take advantage of a vulnerable woman.

Seeing a man take advantage, abuse or physically hurt a woman made me want to torture them in every way possible.

I despise men like that.