The Devil's Angel

Chapter Three

Cass POV

Standing in front of me was the most beautiful man on earth, yeah beautiful so what, come and kill me, 6.4ft tall, broad shoulders, muscles packed in both arm that were wrapped around me, strong jaws and the most beautiful set of eyes, who knew blue eyes were so beautiful, his eyes was like the clouds before the storm mischievous with every taste of danger, his pure black hair fallen off his face like he just showered, broad chest that I can rest on forever and still be comfortable. This stranger wasn't all muscled like the rest of the guys that comes to gym, he was well built like Adonis himself.... God where did they carve him from, deep down he reeks of danger but yet something made me feel comfortable in his arm.

"Hey miss, miss are you listening to me."

"Huh what did you say," I snapped out and felt embarrassed, yuck this is one of the moment I hated my brain, the damn thing can't even save me.

Getting my bearings right, I said "Yeah I heard you. 'am sorry for bumping into you, so can you let me go so that I can get the shit rolling."

He winked and said "hell sure."

Just right there I noticed his deep baritone Italian accent, God why are you perfect if Chloe was here she would have been drooling all over him, he was the kind of man we all had fantasises about.. Clearing my throat I turn to the rest of the boys and yelled

"What the fuck are you looking at, get going we aren't gat all day."

But surprisingly they get on looking at me or should I say us like we were freaking statues till he shouted "you heard the lady, off you go."

Immediately they sprung to actions like they were afraid of him.. Who the hell is this guy and why does he move with such command and authority that makes everyone bow in submission.

After the warm up I paired them for sparring section, which is something I was good at, here and my last job were my best cause one, their's pays were high plus it the only place I let myself run free, love the adrenaline that comes anytime a punch or kick is been sent, that rush of air on one's skin as you dodge your opponent attack, the speed of my hands and legs moving in unison, the feeling of your fist on your opponent's face, the powerful calculation going on in your brain as you trying to know your opponent moves, love the feeling of being powerful, I love it all. I noticed no one wanted to spar with the new guy and the guy who did wasn't even throwing his punch more like he was afraid to hit him, seeing this got me infuriated.

"Hey you new guy come over here."

Calmly he came, "yes ma what crime have I committed this time around." Hell fuck someone's cocky, let see if he can keep that running by the time am done with him.

I have always trusted my skills and have been proud of this version of me if only my family knew this part of me, to them I had only two jobs one at Max place where Mr Morris run and the little baby girl I take care of when her parent wasn't around, Naomi was her name, a five years old girl with the brain and attitude of a thirty year old lady, classic and naughty, we always have fun and that what I love about the little devil, she always living in the moment. To my luck they never asked how I kept bringing enough money home or how much was my salary, to mum all she cares about is that there is money even for her to use and get high.

"The name is Damian not new guy," he said,

"Oh the new guy speaks". I smiled knowing I was able to get under his skin, "alright new guy let see what you gat."

And that did it, I didn't see it coming for starters I was smiling and the next thing my butt was on the floor, gosh he got one hell of a punch, I got to my feet full of rage I faked a punch which he saw and dodge, wow he fast I didn't see him but something in me could feel him like an invisible power of detection and that was my saving grace as I dodge his punch using that as my opening I got him good on his chest but that didn't faze him, God this guy is like fucking freaking superman, I have taken down almost all the boys who comes in here even though something tells me they were holding back but at least I felt powerful but this guy he just had to crush my hopes and self acknowledgment, noticing this he smiles and gave me a round kick which I saw and dodge but I didn't see it was planned, dodging made me lose my balance and that was the chance he needed to sweep me off my feet and not in the bridal style but the style that has my butt glued to the ground.