Y/n POV

"Hinata.. that would be cool as fuck but I won't allow you to try that" I shook my head at the orange headed boy.

"Oh cmon y/n, I know I can do it" Hinata looks up at me with pleading eyes that's hard for anyways to resist.

That's the thing about Hinata, he has these puppy dog eyes that makes it impossible for anyone to tell him no. Even Kageyama. He's so determined and passion driven, I truly do believe that he can accomplish anything. Even this crazy pole trick.

"I'm sure you would be able to do it, that's not the issue here. I don't want you to literally jump from one pole to another and one day hurt yourself" I rub his shoulder trying to get him to understand. He leaves my office with a pout on his face that leaves my heart broken.

A few hours go by when a large party of 15 shows up. I put on my best customer service smile and head my way towards them.

"Welcome in everyone, I hope you enjoy the show and let me know if there's anything I can do for you all." They took their seats in the back of the club and Yachi takes their orders.

I make my way towards the locker room so I can let the others know about the huge party. Not that my club isn't popular or doing good. We can get by and more just from our usual customers. But having a huge party like this is great for business and networking.

"Hey guys, a party of 15 just walked in. You know the drill" I wink at Daichi who smirks back.

I head back to the lobby to watch the magic happen.

Just as I expected Oikawa plays the best hits to get the customers riled up as well as our dancers. A few boys already snagged a few for private and vip dances and the rest were tipping the stages like money grew on trees for them. I smiled at the beautiful scene unfolding in front of me.

As time goes by the club hasn't slowed down one bit. The huge party which turned out to be a bachelor party got drunker by the minute and broker by the second.

I went around the vip rooms and scanned the private dances to make sure everything was going smoothly. Which it was so far.

When I headed back to the lobby a hand grabbed my wrist and twisted me around causing me to slam into a hard sweaty chest.

I mentally gagged at his overbearing cologne and looked up to see the lucky bachelor of the night.

"How much for a private dance with you beautiful?" He basically slurs at me with the scent of vodka coating his words.

I placed my hands on his chest to try to get space in between us. "Sorry as the owner and boss of this establishment I don't do any dances or anything of that sort with the customers. But I would love to direct you to one of our many amazing dancers, Suga is-"

He cut me off by grabbing the back of my neck and yanking me closer towards his face.

"I don't want any of them. I want you" he growls into my face drowning me in the smell of liquor.

"I don't stay in conversations that invade my personal space and disrespects me. Let me go or I'll have someone do it forcefully" I threaten him, resisting the urge to kick him where the sun don't shine.

He lets me go putting his hands up in defense. "Woah calm down princess. I get it ur playing hard to get. Let me take you out to dinner" he smiles at me.

I mentally roll my eyes at his determination. Now we're catching eyes of the other customers along with a few of my boys.

"I'm going to have to respectfully decline. Now if you'll excuse me" I step out to leave when he shoves my shoulder making me hit the wall behind me. I groan at the hard hit and give the man a death glare.

"You are done here. You will leave and wont be able to ever come back" I snarl at him as he puts each of his hands beside my head blocking me from escape.

"It's my last night to live as a single man. I'll do whatever I want to do and that sweetheart, is you" he places his knee in between my legs causing my breath to still and my body felt like it was on fire.

My instincts kicked in and I froze in place reliving the night a few years ago when someone broke in and sexually assaulted me.

The memories replayed in my head and I became detached from reality. Unsure what was real and what was in my head. Flashes of him kissing my neck, gripping my wrists so hard that bruises were forming. My throat was sore from screaming and my face was drenched with tears.

I couldn't tell if I was just imagining the past or if this was happening now.

It wasn't until I heard Daichi screaming while throwing punches at the bachelor. I was still glued to the wall with wide eyes staring at Daichi bash his face in.

I didn't realize I was crying until a hand wiped my face of a few tears.

"It's okay. We're here" Suga whispered to me, patting my hair to soothe me.

I lost control over my body, and emotions, and collapsed into his arms bursting into tears. I couldn't hear Daichi's punches or the man's groans anymore. I only heard my heart pounding in my chest.

Daichi's POV

I couldn't find y/n anywhere and typically she would wonder or check up on the club every 30 minutes or so but I couldn't seem to find her.

Y/n is a grown and independent woman who can take care of herself, I know this better than anyone else but I still worry for her.

I step into the locker room to ask the guys where she's been. "Have you guys seen y/n?"A chorus of no's respond back and I groan at this. Just then Kuroo walks in and I ask him the same question.

"Yeah I think the guy having his bachelor party was flirting with her in the hallway by the vips." He shrugs.

I furrow my brows at how much he didn't care about the situation.

"So you just let her be?"

"Yeah, she seemed to have handled the situation. I'm positive she turned him down" he replies and takes a seat on one of the locker room chairs.

I looked up to share eye contact with Suga who was already getting up and heading towards the door.

One thing about most men in the strip clubs is that they don't take rejection well, especially after a night of heavy drinking.

Suga and I barge out the room and sped walked towards the vips and once we were able to see the hallway clearly the sight before me broke my heart.

Y/n was pushed against a wall with a man kissing her collarbones. He had his hand pressed against her neck and I saw tears stream down her face. She just stood there, frozen, unable to move.

Even though she was shedding tears, her eyes shown that her mind was somewhere far from reality. Anger filled my blood and my fist moved before I could think.

My knuckles collided with his face and he fell back, blood seeping out his nose. I climbed on top of him as I punched the living shit out of him. Men like him make me sick, this wasn't the first time of y/n being harassed and I only wished I got here sooner just like how I wished I stopped it from happening years ago.