I had seen him come into our cafe on many occasions and at the time I didn't know who he was. He was well dressed, had slicked back blonde hair and walked with an attitude. He always dressed in leather and wore tinted glasses. But what gave him away as being from the underworld was his jewelry. He had a gold ring on every finger and several necklaces draped around his neck. He always sat by himself and when he would order his latte he had a strong Eastern European accent. I was pretty good with accents so I thought that he was either from Poland or Ukraine. Whenever he came in he would sit in the corner with his back against the wall. I was pretty sure that he was wearing the sunglasses all the time was so he could look around without people seeing where his eyes were moving.
He had come into the cafe for about three months when one day he arrived with a girl that was walking with a limp. I looked at her ankle and it was swollen like a football. The girl's clothes were partially torn and one of her breasts was hanging out of her shirt. She too was wearing sunglasses and I could see in behind them that she had a black eye. Someone had given her a beating. I covertly watched them walk around the adjacent grocery store pushing a shopping cart but they were not buying anything. I tried to listen into the conversation, but he was speaking quietly and not in English. He didn't seem to be mad at the girl, it was quite the opposite as he was consoling her making sure that she was okay. They threaded their way through the aisles and then left without buying anything. That's when I knew he was her pimp.
A couple of days later the pimp came in again, but this time it was with a different girl and they sat in the cafe without coffees. At first the pimp seemed to be in control but after a few minutes he appeared to become agitated with the girl as she was not listening to him. I watched from around a corner of an aisle as his face was turning red with rage. He then took off his sunglasses and grabbed his girl by the wrists and pulled her up to his face and he looked at her with his crazy eyes and I heard him grunt to her, "You better not be holding out on me bitch!"
Everyone in the cafe heard him but nobody said anything because they were too afraid. He then looked around and sat back down in his seat. He then grabbed the girl by the arm and dragged her out of the cafe. I went upstairs to watch the security cameras to see where he went. He had taken the girl in behind the store. I went back to the salesfloor and exited the store to find them. He had dragged her into a playground. I watched as he slapped her around repeatedly. He couldn't see me as it was dark. I heard the girl crying and I had seen enough and went back to work.
Half an hour later the pimp came back into the cafe and sat down. He was in distress. I then headed to use the cafe washroom and just as I was about the close the door a hand stopped me from closing it. It was the pimp. He pushed me into the washroom and locked the door and then grabbed me by the neck and pinned me up against the wall. He said nothing but I got the message and kept my nose out of his business.