Chapter 273: Please... Don’t touch me
Demitri waved off Aiden and Roger as their car disappeared down the road. Pulling out his phone, he opened a ride-hailing app, scrolling to book a cab. Just as his thumb hovered over the screen, a scream reached his ears.
His head snapped up in alert. It was a woman’s voice. It came again, sharper this time. Without hesitation, he scanned the street ahead of the bar.
Following the noise, Demitri approached the narrow passage, where he saw five men surrounding a young woman and harassing her. Panic gripped him; he wasn’t a fighter, and charging in would be reckless. But he couldn’t just walk away.
An idea sparked in his mind at that moment. Quickly, Demitri fumbled with his phone, playing the ringtone that mimicked the blaring siren of a police car.
"Police! They’re nearby—let’s get out of here!" one of the men shouted in panic.
Within moments, the group scattered like startled rats, vanishing into the darkness. Only when they completely disappeared, Demitri step forward to help the woman.
The woman lay crumpled on the cold ground and was trembling in fear. Her hair fell in tangled strands over her tear-streaked face, her hands clutching her shirt as though it were her last line of defense.
"Miss, are you alright?" Demitri asked softly, lowering himself to one knee.
"Please... Don’t touch me," she whispered in a shaky voice with fear. She shrank away from him, her eyes wide and pleading, her body curled protectively.