The Devil's Angel

Chapter Twenty one

Cass pov
One month later

Time seem to fly and a lot has happened, first it was mum dropping that bomb on us, then dad's journal containing so many secrets. It been one month since we left America to Spain in search for my cousins and family. Dad journal spoke of his loves for us and how he choose our names plus we found out we all have Spanish names that were beautiful and scary. Mum has been teaching us how to make poisons and it's antidotes and my knife throwing skills has greatly improved as well as my sisters, it came as a shock that mum even knew how to throw knives perfectly well, the hatred and anger I felt all those years was no more directed at her but to this said Viper, only God could understand what she went through.

We couldn't or rather I couldn't just tell Damian why I was going to Spain and deep within me I didn't wanna lie to him so the best option was to keep him in the dark and hope all things clear. Ever since our first kiss, we hang out and shared few kisses but that was all, keeping things civilize, now I don't know what to do cuz it clear I can't join his Cartel anymore since I am the heir to the Blood rain shadow cartel, I might not know much but from what Jules said about the mafia world I know no body will be comfortable relinquishing their organization for another, not even for love. Yes it was confirmed, I am in love with Damian Cross.

In beginning I was clueless as to who Damian was, shocked to place a face with the name plus the background stories of who he is and how crossing him always lead to death, he was someone you don't wanna mess with and his raid on Sonorea's cartel was a testimony to that, who goes on a raid and comes back without any injury or blood stain. To the world he is a cold hearted killer which judging from our fight at the gym that very much is true but to me and his boys he is the most devoted and loyal leader one can ever ask for, the look of adoration from his boys aren't hard to miss but now Damian isn't at the top of my list, getting my root is.

Dad journal had specific of how to find my cousin who by calculation should twenty years of age, no description or background details of him, just his name and how to reach him which since the journal has been hidden from us for so long his location has changed, we were walking blind with no form of help and that as much sucks like hell. Weeks have gone by without much Intel plus the fact that only mum seem to understand and speaks Spanish made the whole deal worst but overall Spain is great and would definitely visit next time. We all learnt a lot from Dad's book, our family tree which consist of a long line of the Black men till his father which of course is our grandfather, married and gave birth to five children Dad being the first of them all, three solid men and two girls. By eight Dad started his training in the Medusa lair not like I knew where that was and by thirteen has completed over a hundred and fifty five missions, he was strong, invincible like a shadow. How I wonder what he looks like.

We couldn't really explore the city of Spain and all it glory for the very reason we were on a mission and time wasn't in our favor. According to the journal it says "reclaim your throne before the death walks the earth" don't know what that meant but the message gave a sense of urgency but time and luck wasn't our biggest fan, no those bitches refuse to kiss us in the ass and play nice. Tired of trying without luck we decided to wrap it up and head back to America, it was fun while it lasted but mother fate just happen to have a plan of her own, one that she didn't care what we think.

It was late in the afternoon, we done parking for our early morning flight, chilling and laughing our butts off when the door bell chimes.

"Ash hun please get the door". Mum shouted over the stereo blasting in our condo.

Yes ma

"Um, Cass did anyone order anything " Ashley called from the door. "Nope" we all shouted popping the p. "Then why is there a chef with dishes that cost a ton out front" came her reply. With a simple nod we all sprung into action, life is a bitch and the world we live in, one doesn't need confirmation when things like this show up, there is no coincidence in life, every fucking shit has a pattern if you look closely.
We were ready and set, "ash open the door". The gentlemen didn't even wait for my sis to get to the door before pulling it down, dressed in black leather jacket, black gloves and vibes that scream run, unfortunately we the Black girls don't run from a fight. It was quick and it took us seconds to recover. The four men divided themselves among us and since mum doesn't fight I had to take two on my own, the first guy faked a left which I saw perfectly well and dodge only to get smacked by the second, the hit hurt like hell. Taking a look around my sister were handling themselves well and there wasn't any cause of alarm so I might well have to calm the fuck down and play with my toys but I must say these toys got good grips. Tall with the right muscle, probably 6.4, 6.5ft which made my look short even with my tall height for a girl, both blonde with the same color of eyes, chin and the same smirk but the bad things about the these boys, there smirks weren't cocky smirk these cuties smirk reek of  confidence and that shit scare the hell out of me. Confidence smirk means you got no clue what the person got under their sleeves and only time and fate can tell how the story ends. They sure as fuck were scary but I have seen hell incarnate and survive, these bitches can do no shit.

They came with guns that put the brands I have seen thugs carry back home to shame, these men came with assault rifles, pumps, the Gs and even varieties I haven't seen before but what caught my eyes was the fact that they didn't use any, the bad boys were just laid on a trolley looking pretty and all. The fight was indeed fair, my counterpart did held their own pretty well but we were both spotting injuries but the hits were more on me than them, clearly it showed I still hit like a girl which was infuriating to say the least. The sequence was between punches, dodge and round kick till one of the boys did a technique that once used on me before teaching me how to stop it. The technique is a combination of round kick, two left flank, a clear 360 and a upper cut which will definitely render any being unconscious if done well but sorry for this brute I got the knowledge he doesn't. To survive this I have to take the first two hit in order to prepare for the 360 cuz that will be my doom, no one win a fight without legs support. I deflected the round kick taking a bit of the hit, the pain was hell and my body shook with vigour, I knew then I couldn't take the hit of his left hand, all I needed to do was to use the fucker strength against him, I waited for his hand while blocking his bro attacks which left my stomach open for more hits, the fucker knew and at the dying minute change his hand from left to right, grateful for whatever is up there for my quick reflex and eyes, I saw the swap just in time for the hit to come. I have always been quick on my legs that shits run in our family all of us were runners due to how life treated us and that was my saving grace, doing a quick round movement his punch went straight into the wall and that stop all movements.

My sisters were all sweaty and panting but the fight wasn't lost in their eyes, the fire was still evident but their bodies were expired and any more will kill them, I on the other hand just survive a major blow that would have killed me. I was still contemplating the different ways my life would have turn out when I heard the boys or rather men laughing. I was shocked, angry and grateful all at the same time, my body also couldn't take more, I thought fighting with the Cross boys and the underground club made me strong but clearly there are those out there that can confidently put my strength to shame even though am still standing. Still trying to wrap my head around all that happen was when I heard a voice that reek of power, staying around Damian has made me know how to depict a person statues and how powerful that person was or is in the world and this man so young yet reek of the same power that flow through Damian and his siblings just that his was more Spanish... Lol...

6.4ft tall, strong arm and deep black hair nicely trimmed, the same color of  eyes as ours stood the very one I and my family have been looking for since the beginning of our stay in Spain, my cousin

hola primo, finalmente nos conocemos ... (Hello cousin,we finally meet)

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That was one hell of a fight

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