A Couple Of Wise Guys (editing)

Chapter 3 (edited)

I hear yelling of a lady from across the parking lot screaming things like:

"Your a sick fucking prick!"
"Fuck you!"
"Get the fuck off of me!"
"I'll kill you!"

I look over to my right to where the yelling was coming from and I see a blonde in black walking away fast, almost in my direction. But behind her was a scruffy looking man, In a wife beater and old blue jeans.

He grabs her hand and pulls her back and she struggles in his grasp. "Get off me!" She yells aggressively and tries her best to fight back but the man was three times her size. He grabs both of her hands and pulls her towards a navy blue truck.

"Get in the truck!" He orders harshly, his voice coming out rough and scratchy, a classic smokers dry throat.

Throwing the cigar on the cold ground, blowing the smoke out of my mouth, I walk over to the situation.

You always respect a woman.

The lady sees me walking over and screams "help please!!" struggling in his arms.

"Get the fuck back buddy this isn't your business." He orders me, his droopy blue eyes telling me he shouldn't be driving.

He's right it truly isn't my business but I wanted it to be. A beautiful fragile woman, to be defiled by a beast such as himself. Why wouldn't you help her, or anyone in such a position. I was no hero, but I had morals.

Putting my hand in my pocket, slipping the brass knuckles on. He comes at me to try and grab me in a hold but before he even touches me, I take my hand out of my pocket, brass knuckles on, and crush my knuckles against his temple. His body falls on the cold wet ground with a heavy thud, as drunk as he is a knockout like that wont even effect him.

Dragging his body on the damp concrete, I propped his body up back into his truck and slammed the door shut. At some point he'll wake up, and I'm sure the message will be clear that he should leave.

The lady stood there aghast until she hesitantly walks over to me, grace within her movement. She approaches me and holds her right hand out and I shake her hand softly, looking deep into her midnight blue eyes. "Thank you.....so what do I owe you?" She asks her hand on her arm nervously. 

"Nothing." I say contently cleaning the blood off my brass knuckles and hand with a small black cloth. 

"What do you mean?" She asks an eyebrow raised. "I mean don't you want something from me? Money? A favour? I mean why help me and walk away?" She questions puzzled but I ignore her inquiry and observe her state.

She has shiny blonde hair that flowed down her shoulders, with loose curls giving it a little bounce. She was dressed in a scrunchy long black dress, with lace sleeves, and tan heels. She was an attractive women, beautiful although her conditions right now was rough. She had bruises completely covering her body but didn't stand out unless you took the time to notice them. She looks tired, sunken, skinny like she haven't eaten properly in months.

"Let me get you dinner." I ask almost begging, she looks up at me with stars in the azure of her eyes. She stands there for a moment, thinking, looking me up and down.

"Just dinner?" She asks wary shying away.

 "Just dinner." I confirm with a bit of venom, and sigh losing hope of the situation, ready to walk away.

"Okay...." She agrees although sounding unsure of her decision.

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"What do you think?" I ask as she observes the glorious restaurant. The crystal chandeliers, the dim lighting, the glossy floors, the classy ornaments, the smooth jazz. One of my favourite places although not as nice as our restaurant.