CH -2-

WARNING: This chapter contains ATTEMPTED rape. Don't worry. It is just an attempt. I won't go into details either. It is just short writing. You can skip to Line 15 if you don't feel comfortable reading this scenario.

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Luca's POV:

I changed direction after hearing the scream. Instead of going inside the nightclub and minding my own business, I headed to where it came from. I could not help it. Being nosy was something that I was born with.

"Help! Please! Somebody help me."

I heard a trembling male's voice shout when I was closed. Even if I couldn't see him, the vibration in the sound wave already showed how scared the man was. It made me quicken my paces.

I might be a coldhearted man when it came to love, but I was not a heartless person. What I despised the most was to stand by and watch the weak get bullied. I hated this kind of society. This was the reason I earned a black belt in karate, even though I could hire rows of bodyguards that were longer than The Nile River to protect me. I did not take martial arts classes to defend myself. I learned it so I could help protect those that no one stood up for.

As my feet brought me close to where the scream came from, I got myself readied. I rolled up my sleeves and stood at the entrance to the alleyway. Even though it was dark, it was not pitch-black. I could still make out the situation.

Three well-built men were cornering a slender guy who was trembling from head to toe. The poor guy's knees were wobbling like jelly.

Three against one? What the lowest of the low people. I clenched my fists.

"Come on, pretty boy. Don't be selfish. You were born with a beautiful body. Why not learn how to share?" A man in a grey T-shirt tore the smaller guy's shirt open in force, exposing his chest and front down to the waist.

The two others stood on either side of the victim, pinning his hands to the wall to stop him from fighting back. Not that he even had the strength or gut to fight back, I presumed.

"Come on, big brother. Hurry and take him so we can have our share, too. My pants are tighter at the front," said the guy on the right.

"I know. Do you think mine is any better? It almost makes my button pop," the addressed man replied.

I watched as he slid his hand up and down the trembling guy's tummy, ignoring the tearful plea.

"No, sir. Please. Don't do this to me. I've never done this before. I-I am scared," he begs, squeezing his eyes shut as if he was afraid to see what happened next.

"Oh, a virgin. I see. All the better. Don't worry. This brother will guide you well. Let me take you on a trip. A trip to heaven that you will never forget." His hand moved further down until he reached the waistband, where he started unbuttoning the jeans.

And this was where I had to stop those filthy people.

"If your hand goes any further, don't blame me when you run home with a broken arm," I said, folding my hands across my chest and glaring at the three well-built men.

All eyes turned to me, each with a different countenance. The trembling guy looked at me with eyes sparkling, whereas the other seemed to glower at me. The deadly looks made their scary face even more intimidating. No wonder the poor guy was shaking like a fledgling. But it held no effect on me. I stood on my ground and maintained my glare.

"Who the hell are you?" the guy to the furthest part of the alley asked. I had no idea what color his shirt was wearing. The big guy who everyone called big brother was blocking my view. But I got a glimpse of his spiky hair, making me wonder if sea urchins were living on his head.

"Me?" I replied with a chortle. "I'm the one who is about to kick your ass."

The guy in the blue T-shirt arched his eyebrow, looking at me up and down. "Big brother, someone is talking big despite his small body."

The big brother sneered, giving the same eyes his gang did. "Ben, Zack, I think I change my mind. I want to eat this intruder instead. I wonder if his ball is as big as his attitude."

Ben and Zack cooed and let go of the trembling guy's hand. The poor guy rushed to where I was when he was freed.

"T-thank you," he stood by my side and closed his torn T-shirt, hiding his chest from the cold air. Or rather, from the salacious eyes of the evil trio.

"Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?" I asked.

"I-I'm okay. They haven't done anything to me yet," he stuttered.

"Good. Now go."

He turned to me with his eyes widened. "Go? W-what about you?"

I smiled as an assurance. "Don't worry. I can handle this. I am a black belt karate. Dealing with these trashes is a piece of cake."

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes. Go."

He nodded and thanked me again before scurrying away. After the poor guy disappeared, I turned my attention to the trio. "I planned on letting this matter go if you stop bullying the boy. But you insulted me. And that is what I can't simply overlook." I adjusted my sleeves and twirled my wrists to warm up the muscles while I fixed my eyes on them. "Now, who wants to have your ass kicked first?"

"Oh, come on, baby. Don't act tough. Just come to daddy. Daddy doesn't want to hurt your smooth skin. He only wants to lick it," says the big brother.

I rolled my eyes and huffed. "Really? I'm afraid the only thing you can lick is my shoes, daddy."

His expression changed instantly. The lusty eyes turned penetrating as he narrowed his eyes, looking as if he wanted to shoot a deadly laser at me. "Damn you, kid. Don't blame me if you end up bleeding to death tonight. I was trying to be nice, but you pissed me off." He turned to his gangs. "Boys, get him!"

I watched Ben and Zack run towards me in a slapdash. I sighed, waiting until they were within reach before swiveling my body in one smooth rotation. I raised my right leg and kicked their temples. When my leg returned to the ground, those amateurs were already rolling on the floor and groaning in pain. I cocked my head in the big brother's direction. My lips curved up into a smirk as I wiggled my eyebrows. I suppressed the urge to laugh when I saw him balling his hands into fists. His shoulders were trembling, probably from rage.

"What? Scare now? Don't dare to move from your spot?" I provoked him and watched as he charged toward me.

Okay, this leader is not as amateur as his boys. I thought to myself. I can tell by the way he ran. Each step was measured, and he seemed to have a good balance. But it was no big deal. There was nothing I could not handle.

As we engaged in hand-to-hand combat, I had to spend minutes instead of seconds to see an opening. Once I did, I landed a kick on his chest, causing him to stumble backward, though not falling on his butt.

"You're good, kid." He held his chest and narrowed his eyes.

I shrug. "You're just too slow, grandpa." I advanced and prepared to end this fight when I saw an unbelievable sight that stopped me in my tracks.

"Stay there, or I'll kill this kid." The big brother took out his pocket-knife from who-know-when and placed it under a girl's throat.

I cursed inside my head, wondering why a little girl had to appear at the wrong place and time. When we fought, our position got swapped. I was standing inside the alley, whereas the big brother stood at the entrance. When the girl ran past, he grabbed her by the neck in an instant, leaving me with no time to warn her.

Understanding the situation she was in, the girl cried, leaving my heart saddened and broken. I hated people who hurt kids. They were the purest and most innocent creatures that we needed to adore.

"I want my mommy! Mommy!" she cried.

"Shut up! I hate noisy kids!" The big brother held the knife closer to her neck.

"Hold on. Don't hurt the girl. She's just a kid," I said, stepping forward and trying to reason with him.

"No, stay back! Don't move."

"Okay, okay. I won't move." I held up my hands in defeat as I stood still. "Let her go. She is innocent. The fight is between you and me. Don't pull other people in."

"I don't care. As long as I get what I want, whoever dies on the way is none of my concern."

"Then what do you want? What do you need to release the girl?" I asked, feeling my hatred for this guy was accumulating.

The big brother narrowed his eyes at me. "I see you seem to care about the girl. Well, how about you kneel there and let me punch you till I feel better? Then, I promise I'll let this kid go."

I gritted my teeth. There was no way I would bow before this filthy human being. But the girl's safety was the priority. I would think of something else later, as long as he set her free.

"Okay, fine. I'll do what you want. But keep your words. You must let the girl go."

"I will," he smirked.

I hated it. I hated to even think about kneeling, let alone allowing him to punch me. Still, I had no choice.

Keeping my eyes on him, I lowered myself to the dirty and wet concrete. But before my kneecaps touched the ground, I saw a change of expression on the big brother's face, followed by the sound of the pocket knife dropping to the floor. Not long after, his built body met the same fate as the sharp object.

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