Quincy didn't bother looking back. His fury poured into every punch aimed at Eugene's face. "If you have a problem with me, fine. But why hurt Lydia? Are you even a man?"

A man's fists should be used to protect women, not to terrorize them.

He had originally planned to follow Lydia for a few days, observe Eugene, and see if Eugene was truly someone who could make her happy.

If so, Quincy was willing to step back. But now, seeing what Eugene had done, he realized just how wrong he had been. If he hadn't arrived in time, Lydia would have been at Eugene's mercy. No amount of punches felt like enough. After watching for a moment, Lydia finally called his name. "Quincy, step aside."

Eugene looked up suddenly. Blood was already trickling from the corner of Eugene's mouth, but he managed a smug smile at Quincy. "See? To Lydia, I'll always matter more than you. If you know what's good for you, back off. This is just a little *marital fun* between us." Quincy couldn't hold back a curse. "Marital fun" happens behind closed doors. This is outright abuse."

But what hurt Quincy most was Lydia's reaction. He lowered his fists, though he still kept a firm grip on Eugene's collar.

Lydia, his voice softened with desperation. "He's

and step aside," Lydia instructed, not wanting Quincy to accidentally get

of smug satisfaction. "Women love a bit of a bad guy," he thought, convinced it was an

sign of distress, Quincet was ready to rush in and protect her. But what could he do if she didn't

like Eugene claimed, maybe this was their "marital fun," and who was

helplessness, Quincy could only do as Lydia asked. He closed his eyes, swallowing

out her pepper spray,

filled the alley, echoing like a wounded

the alley's entrance

that Lydia yelled, landing a solid kick on him with

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