The enemy

< Chapter 32 >

Kingston's pov:

Regret, anger and guilt flooded throughout my body.

Yes, I fucked up. But did I mean to get her father killed? Fuck no.

I now stood staring at Seth's body infront of me as he lay there, lifeless.

I already knew what this meant.

It meant war.

No doubt Briggs is going to be planning my death right this very moment but all I could seem to do was think about River.

She wasn't able to leave my mind and I'm guessing she wasn't going to be able to leave it anytime soon.

I need to apologise to her. And I don't apologise to anyone.

She was obviously very close with her father and when she found out he was dead, she was probably heartbroken and although I don't want to admit it, deep down, I know it's all my fault.

And that's the reason I needed to apologise.

It was going to be difficult considering she doesn't want me going anywhere near her and she made that perfectly clear.

But I needed to and was going to apologise to her, somehow.

Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I dialled Felix's number so that him and his guys could come and clean this shit up because I sure as fuck wasn't going to do it.

After ending that call, I called Remington to let him know what had happened, only, he wasn't picking up his fucking phone and my guess was that he was with that blonde girl.

They're already obsessed with eachother and it's sickening to see.

Rolling my eyes, I looked at Seth's dead body once more and as I continued to stare at his body, I felt not a single ounce of guilt or remorse.

It was a long time coming.

Leaving the strip club behind, I walked out onto the main street just to see that my car had gone.

For fucks sake.

~***~

After getting an Uber from the strip club, I was finally stood outside Peter's house and as I knocked on the door, my phone began to ring from my pocket.

Looking down at the screen, 'unknown number' was seen across the phone and I already had an idea of who it could be.

Answering after a few rings, my guess turned out to be correct.

Briggs.

"Good evening, boy." His low voice sounded through the phone.

"The fuck do you want?" I answered, sounding annoyed with his shit already.

His dark chuckle instantly made me want to reach my hand through the phone and snap his neck.

"A brave young man you are, huh?" He spoke, his tone immediately becoming more serious and I could tell this phone call wasn't going to end well.