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He was leaning on his car, a cigarette between his lips.

He was observing everyone that passed, from the nervous husband desperately trying to erase his infidelities to the unsuspecting mother strolling along with her children.

That's all the world was; cheaters and victims. Which was worse?

He raised his head, hearing a shrill whistle. She was strutting down the street, her hair being lifted by the wind. Her eyes glided to her left, inspecting where the whistle came from. It was a middle aged man, his eyes hungrily exploring her body. She scoffed in response, continuing on her way.

He straightened against the car hood, the situation catching his interest.

"Aye, girl!" The man yelled, standing up and walking up to her. Taking initiative, he stomped out his cigarette before walking over. His hand went around the woman's waist, which was exposed due to her cropped top. Her skin was smooth against his touch.

"Is he bothering you, babe?" He smirks, staring down the man.

"I was just looking" The man replies innocently, his eyes on her chest. He stepped forward, his fists clenching. She bit her lip, stepping closer to him.

Her scent was almost intoxicating, that rich coffee smell attacking his senses. She raised herself up to his ear, her voice low and seductive.

"I got this" She whispers. She takes a step forward, but he takes two, stepping in front of the woman. In a swift movement, he raises a fist and punches the attacker. He fell instantly, groaning.

Smirking, he turned to the woman. She raises an eyebrow in what he assumed to be appreciation. Her eyes bored into his, as if reading his thoughts. He leans down to her ear.

"See ya around, baby girl" He whispers in her ear before climbing into his car.