Taylor smirks to himself as he watches you from his car window. His tongue swirls around the lollipop in his mouth. A soft hum vibrates against his throat as the strawberry flavouring seeps into his tastebuds. Quitting cigars was a good idea. He loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt as he begins to feel restless. Across the street you were ending the relationship with your toxic ex. And Taylor could only relish in the idea of you being single. Finally.

Since his Uncle had sent him to the west side of the city, Taylor couldn't help but become infatuated with you. Probably because he witnessed something he shouldn't have. As a relative of the Redwood Trust, Taylor knew his arrival would cause the neighbouring Families to place watchful eyes on him. And it only took him three days to figure out you were one of the eyes.

You seemed to be everywhere he went. Or Taylor seemed to be everywhere you went. Both sides could be argued. But as of right now, he seemed to be where you were. His eyes glowed in desire as he watched you slap the hand of your ex away. It was the desire to trick you, play you. To act as a fool with a gun behind his back. Watch as you think you have the upper hand, only to find yourself in the palm of his. A little seduction never hurt anybody.

Taylor steps out of the car and heads down the street. He sees your ex tugging on your sleeve and he can't help but scoff. Had this been during the night, you would've killed your ex already. And Taylor knows that. Because he's seen you kill before.

Taylor signals for his men to approach your ex to deal with him privately, while he stands before you. Your target. In broad daylight. You'd be a fool to let him go now. And he knows that. But for now, he'll play stupid.

"Is everything okay, stranger?" Taylor asks as he crushes the lollipop in his mouth.