FIFTEEN MINUTES BEFORE THE ASSAULT….
Malcolm Powers saw her the moment she walked into the club. He was sitting high above the dance floor in his private quarters, several surveillance monitors strategically placed for easy viewing of every inch of the club. He didn’t just own the club and assume a hands-off approach. He was in control. He needed to be in control. He owned many businesses and he had a tight leash on them all. And he closely monitored the goings-on any time he was there.
He quickly zoomed in on the curvy black woman who confidently yet hesitantly entered the front bar, her eyes wide as she took in her surroundings. She appeared to be a paradox. From what he could tell, she wanted to be there and yet she was scared to be there. A smile graced his lips even as he continued
