Chapter 7-The Watcher

Fred’s POV

Thinking about the scumbag in front of me, I wanted to beat him to a pulp all over again!

A flurry of security guards arrived, and with them the owner of this nightclub, Elijah. We were friends from college days.

“Elijah, forgive me about the uproar, but man, that guy came out of nowhere!” I said and tried to suppress my anger.

I didn’t know what the hell was that about. It wasn’t like me to act this way, but when Emily was attacked, something overtook me and I just couldn’t stop.

“Fred, please don’t mention it. I never meant for any of this to happen. My apologies,” he replied and turned to his security. “Guys, let’s clean this mess up and get this buffoon out of here. Amp up the security, too,” he ordered.

Patting the assailant down to make sure he had no weapons on him or had stolen anything, one of the security men pulled something from the man’s left trouser pocket: a small bag of white powder.

Not only had he tried to hurt Emily, but this guy was clearly on drugs,