Noah's POV -
Noah went past the club where he usually goes, he doesn't see the women running towards him and continues walking faster. "Ahh!" A high pitch sound came from what seems to be a woman.
Noah's head looked up and scanned his surrounding for the woman, she ran into him and hid behind him.
"Go away!" The woman screamed, still holding onto Noah.
He didn't know what to do and got in a defensive position and tackled the first guy he saw, assuming it was a crazy ex the woman was trying to escape. The guy groaned in pain as he got up, forming a fist and punching Noah in the face.
"Shit!" He grabbed his gun and pointed at the guy.
He was panting and growled at the guy, then put away his gun, knowing the guy wouldn't fight anymore. Noah slammed the guy into the building closest to them, grabbing his handcuffs and putting them on the guys wrist.
"It was a mistake attacking me." Noah said, but rather in a deep voice.
He could hear the guy resisting, he shouldn't be but he is. He then grabbed his arm and walked over to the woman, who was frightened.
Summer Month: 3 
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