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"Oh my god," I heard her whisper in disbelief and I couldn't help but smile stupidly. I felt her relentless fear, savored her obvious panic, and now I barely paid attention to those around us.

She was too fascinating for that...

"What's going on?" This puny clown next to her wanted to know, who only had her to thank for the fact that he was still walking among the living.

His arrogant looks had provoked me, almost freaking me out, but she knew him, so I held back...for now.

"It's all right," I explained to him and then couldn't avoid my voice to him sounding more than just threatening. He looked at me with wide eyes, but immediately avoided my intense gaze to take my sights on my butterfly, from which all life had probably disappeared.

She stared at the table in front of her with her beautiful, big eyes and I immediately noticed the slight trembling of her hands while her tender chest rose and fell quickly.

"Emilio, we-" one of the two women behind me spoke to me, but I raised my hand admonishingly without even looking at her and grinned amusedly when her shrill voice fell silent at the same moment. This power over everything and everyone brought me such an all-consuming feeling that I couldn't help but enjoy it with all my senses.

But then this delicate being suddenly triggered something in me that was completely new to me, because when she looked at me curiously with her anxious eyes just like everyone else, I somehow regretted the feelings I triggered in her at that moment.

"I have to go," she whispered, barely audible, and then grabbed one of the small, black bags from the table in front of us to give the monkey next to her an apologetic look. "I'm really sorry."

Why the hell was she talking to him so intimately and calmly? He didn't deserve that at all, because one look into his eyes was enough for me to know exactly what he expected from her.

Instead of making her feel good and dismissing her apology with a reassuring smile, he looked rather disappointed. He probably hoped for more from her and wanted to give her a guilty conscience, for which he would eventually demand something back.

His eyes didn't stay on her sweet face either, but wandered further down... Dangerously far down, but before he could reach her not too open cleavage, I hit him with full force, without being able to prevent it at all Table in front of us so my frightened butterfly dropped her bag and this monkey gave me a startled look.

I didn't take my eyes off his and silently thundered my entire dominance at him. He should be able to tell from my warning look alone that he had to keep his hands off her, just like his eyes, which I would otherwise love to tear right out of his ugly face.

It wasn't until I heard her sigh of shame next to me that I averted my hateful gaze from the motherfucker and stared straight at her, only to see her irritated as she looked down at the floor, her face flushed.

My eyes followed hers and I suddenly recognized the open black bag lying in front of her feet. But not only that, but also that in front of the bag in the sand there were a lot of condoms, all of which were waiting to be opened in their golden packaging.

It sure wasn't her bag.

She wasn't that kind of woman, I knew that and nobody could fool me that easily.

So once I was certain of the mix-up, my eyes flicked to the blonde woman behind me, who was watching the entire situation with red cheeks. Sure it was her bag, but she did nothing to help my butterfly out of this embarrassing situation. She purposely let everyone think it was hers and that made me so incredibly angry at the moment that I was about to say something, but the sweetish sound of her voice pulled me out of my anger again.

"This can't be true," she murmured with tears in her eyes and, looking at me in a panic, lifted her elegant black dress slightly, which made me immediately notice the really old-fashioned flip-flops on her feet. But not only that. Also the very soft, pink color of her nails, which once again said something that could hardly be overlooked.

She wanted to feel pretty and be noticed by men, but not at any price like most of the others with their obtrusive bright colors. Rather quite delicate, as if wanting to be an airy breeze swirling around a man's head in its lightness without being too much.

She was just perfect in her imperfection...

And then, without my being able to prevent it, she suddenly ran and passed us, only to disappear behind me into the darkness.

I only saw her long, dark blonde hair, which was swept back and forth rhythmically with her movements, before she reached the street and disappeared among the many nocturnal people.

This area was far too dangerous for a woman alone. Especially for her, because her innocence would awaken the chasing instinct of any man who would meet her who was half as sexually active as me.

Just like the monkey next to me.

My gaze fell back to him and just as he was about to grab another black bag from the table and start running, I took a skillful step to the right and stood squarely in his way.

"Bag," I demanded in a dark voice and it was hard to miss how much anger and bewilderment I aroused in him. Sure, he would have liked to disagree with me and go after the woman who was to become the next on his list of cheap conquests, but if he really did lay one of his filthy fingers on her delicate body, it would be the final act in his surely meaningless anyway Life.

I swore to myself.

Then, as he dutifully handed me her bag like a puppy, I turned without saying another word and walked briskly down the uneven sand to go in search of that pure innocence.