The enemy

< Chapter 30 >

Kingston's pov:

Entering the strip club, the sweet smell of vanilla and strawberry entered my nostrils.

To my surprise, Seth and Briggs weren't harassing women or making them feel uncomfortable. Infact, they were leaning over the second floor balcony, overlooking the crowd and the stages on the first floor.

I noticed the bastards the second I walked in this place. They still hadn't noticed me yet and I wanted to keep it that way.

Heading over to the bar, both me and Honor took a seat on a pair of stools as the bartender approached us.

She had shiny, jet black hair that went to her shoulders and she had very sharp features with piercing ocean blue eyes. She was stunning.

She wore a jean skirt that showed off her long legs and stopped just under her ass.
Followed along with a black tank top that fit around her body perfectly.

She was beautiful. But not as beautiful as River.

"What can I get you boys?" She asked, her thick Russian accent ringing out in my ears.

"Whiskey for me," I ordered and next came Honor, "gin and tonic for me please, sweetheart." Honor requested, earning a seductive smile off of the bartender.

As she left us to go get our drinks, Honor turned to face me, glancing up at Seth and Briggs before focusing his attention on me.

"What's the plan?" He asked, looking around at the crowded strip club.

My gaze landed on Seth ad the urge to just go up there and snap his neck right here, right now, surfaced.

Focusing my gaze back on Honor, I spoke, "we wait." Is all I told him as a confused expression took over his face.

"We wait? That's it? He killed my fucking father. I want him dead. You want him dead. As soon as River finds out about this, she'll definitely want him fucking dead. I don't even know where she is or what the fuck she's doing right now because she isn't fucking answering her phone either." Honor raged, losing his patience.

"Yes. We will wait. It's the best thing for us to do. We all want him dead, but we need to think smart." I explained.

Waiting is the smartest thing for us to do right now. We will get the upper hand if we just be patient. We don't know what they could have lined up for us.

"And then what?" Honor questioned.

"Then we will go from there. But right now, we have to be patient and stay calm." I told him as he looked to be thinking about it.

"Okay." He nodded, realising it's the best thing for us to do.

The bartender returned to us with our drinks a few moments later as we both thanked her.

She subtly slid a piece of paper over to Honor along with his drink as she winked at him.

It appeared to be her number.

Honor does seem to have a way with women.

As I gulped my drink down all at once, I felt a firm hand grip my shoulder from behind me.