Page 63 of The Kings
“Who the fuck are you?” the guy spits out, a sneer twisting his lips. He’s not a student. He’s older, just barely.
“Your worst nightmare if you don’t step back,” she retorts coolly, her eyes locked onto his.
I can see the calculation in his gaze and the way he’s reassessing his target now that Eliza has stepped in. But he doesn’t know who he’s dealing with. She may be short and slender, but every inch of her is trained to take down men a lot bigger than this fucking prick.
“Look, this isn’t your business, sweetheart,” he tries again, reaching for the girl.
In a flash, Eliza grabs his wrist, twisting it back at an angle that has him yelping. “I said, hands off,” she repeats, her voice as frosty as the first snow. The girl stumbles away, eyes wide,looking at Eliza like she’s some kind of avenging angel. I move closer to the guy, a fierce frown creasing my brow.
“He’s spiking drinks,” I state, leaning over to feel in the guy’s pockets. My fingers grip the contents and pull them out.
Eliza’s gaze snaps to the contents in my hand.
“Oh, you’re going down for this, you fucking cunt,” she growls, forcing the guy still in her grip towards the door. She kicks him through it, as furious as a hellcat. The four of us dive through the doors, but she’s got it handled, drawing her fist back to smash him hard in the face, breaking his nose. Her boot goes into his guts, and he grunts, going down, his hands over his nose.
“Spiking drinks is a scumbag move. Where did you get the merch?”
“Wait, what?” the guy stammers, panic taking over as he realises his game is up.
“Is that the only way you can get a girl, hmm? To drug her and rape her? Not on my fucking watch, you piece of shit.” She hauls him up by his shirt front, and we watch, letting her get on with it.
“Where did you get the merch?” she grits out.
“Some guy was selling it online. That’s all I know, I swear.”
“Call the police. This does not get a pass.” Eliza turns to me, and I don’t disagree, hauling my phone out and calling 999.
“Spiking incident at the Fox and Grapes bar off the university campus,” I murmur and hang up.
“We need to move if the police are coming,” Raph murmurs.
“Not going anywhere until this cunt is taken into custody,” Eliza snarls, tightening her grip.
The bar patrons have spilt out onto the pavement with us to watch this scene with various reactions. Many flee the scene when they hear law enforcement is on its way.
“Whoever is behind this, I’m tearing them apart piece by piece,” Eliza snarls, green eyes blazing with fury. “Someone check on the girl.”
“You’re better off doing that,” James says, stepping up next to her and replacing his grip on the dickhead. “Go. We’ve got this.”
Oliver scans the crowd for any further threats, and Eliza nods and releases her captive before heading back inside.
“You think this is related?” I ask Raph.
“No doubt. Again, it’s a distraction. Ol, go with Eliza.”
He nods and disappears after her.
Pulling out a zip tie from my back pocket, I take over from James, locking the drugger to the nearby lamppost.
“You,” I say to the bartender who is gaping at this scene. “You tell the police when they get here that this guy is spiking drinks, and this was found in his pocket.” I wipe off the couple of vials still in my hand and give them to the bartender, who opens up his big front apron pocket for me to drop them into. I’ve wiped them clean of my prints, but that also means the others are gone, but I left one vial in his pocket as evidence.
“This ends,” Raph murmurs as he turns to stride into the bar.
James and I follow to see Eliza gently laying out the girl in a booth.
“She’s out cold,” she says when she looks up.
“Fucker,” I growl. “We should deal with thisourway.”
