The Devil's Son: I Am No Angel

Chapter Thirty Six: Of All Odds

It’s already morning, Shane lazily got out of the bed while Damian still lay on the bed still in his deep sleep. She can’t blame him. After all he must be dead tired for the flying and using his powers. Quietly, she snuck out of the hotel, running straight to the lobby.

‘Can I have room service in the suite number 1001.’ Shane said to the girl at the lobby. The girl nodded. Shane expected that she could speak English because there are plenty of tourists here. She said thank you in Chinese when the girl took the menu for her. She took the menu and decided to go for dim sum as breakfast. She told the girl to get the food up quietly so that they wouldn’t to wake Damian up.

She ran to the hot spring which this hotel has to get herself warm before eating her breakfast. Quietly she sinks into the hot spring, she sighed out a loud because the warmth totally melted all the icy cold sweat on her body. She had the worst nightmare ever and she didn’t want to be reminded of it. She went in the hot spring with only a towel rap around her body which she was kind of shy about it. But she was glad that no one other than herself was there. She smiled as she relaxes her once tensed muscle.

When she thought about herself before meeting Damian, she realized how much she had changed. She was once a girl that is a complete daredevil and totally repulsive and irrational. But once she met Damian, she was thrown to be a more timid and calm person. That was because she can’t afford to lose her life now. Because now, they are linked by a soul chain, if she loses her life, Damian would die of heartbreak. She didn’t want Damian to suffer.

Suddenly, she heard the door flung open. She quickly turns around to see who it was and her jaw drop when three men came in. All three of them weren’t Asian. They were so big in size that they were actually two times taller than her and three times bigger size than Damian. All of them were blondes and that they spoke in Russian. She than knew that they are all Russians. She could see their tattoos all over their body, clearly showing that they are the Russian mobs. One of them with a scar on his back smirked at her like a creepy perverted ass hole. She could only roll her eyes at the sight of them. Instantly, she knew it is best to get out of here. But it wasn’t because she was afraid of them it was that she was afraid that she might destroy the whole room.

‘Girly, where are you going?’ One of them asked in a thick Russian accent as the other two surrounded her. Angrily, she rested her arms at her waist at each side and tapped her toes impatiently while ignoring their question. ‘Are you afraid of us?’ The other one on her left said. She couldn’t help but laughed at his words. A Grimm is two times stronger than a well-trained human boxer and he asked her if she was afraid of them? What a silly question. ‘What is so funny?’ The right one asked with an angry tone. Obviously he doesn’t like her attitude. ‘All of you are so damn funny.’ She said as she continues laughing. She heard those men growled in anger and a smirk spread across her face. Time for a little work out. She thought. The two men by her side grab each of her arms up lifting her up, so that her leg wouldn’t touch the ground. But she didn’t even flinch, as she continues to laugh at their stupidity. The man stood in front of her approaches with a perverted smile on his face. ‘You guys are so dead.’ She said as she smirked back at him. The man in front of her held her cheeks hard to face her as his eyes bores into hers with anger. ‘Don’t you dare speak to me like that you little bitch!’ He said. She laughed again and before they could do anything to her. She lifted her legs up around the man’s waist and squeezed tight enough to hear his hip bones crack. That man shouted in pain and fell to the floor. The other two men tried to squeeze her and hit her but she duck and evaded all their moves so smoothly that she couldn’t help but make an in-your-face-look at them.

With a swift three hundred and sixty degrees kick at both of their faces, both men fell to the ground with a loud thud. She cleaned her hands as though she had just took out the trash and turned on her heels to go out but one of them pulled her leg and making her fall to the ground. She winced at the pain and turned around to give that man an inhuman growl. That man quickly let go and she got in closer. ‘You son of a bitch!’ She shouted as she pulled that man up with only one hand squeezing his neck. She pushed him against the wall and he grunted in pain. ‘Don’t make me have to kill you, punk! Take this as a lesson to be learnt. Touch me or any other innocent girl again, I swear I will chop your fucking hate off!’ She shouted. The man nodded cowardly but she couldn’t help herself but to hit his head softly but hard for a human against the wall to ‘put him to sleep’.