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.

desperation. "He's no good for you. Please, don't stay with

of him and step aside," Lydia instructed, not

wider, his expression full of smug satisfaction. "Women love a bit of a bad guy," he thought, convinced

Eugene looked, the more Quincy's heart ached. Whenever Lydia showed the slightest sign of distress, Quincet was ready to rush in and protect her. But what could he do

maybe this was their "marital fun," and who was he to

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

out her pepper spray, flipped off the cap, and

alley, echoing like a wounded

few stray dogs at the alley's entrance scattered

yelled, landing a solid kick on him with her high

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