Chapter 3┌The Daredevil┘

{Damian Yang's POV}

Shit was going down, just as I expected. The club has turned into a warzone between MC clubs, and I am fascinated by the whole reason for it all. Apparently, a young woman appeared. They were fighting over who would get her on their side before talking to her. Dumbasses.

But I have a gut feeling that the woman they are talking about might be the same one my grandfather has in his house. Well, this is interesting. I have asked Jarod to search for her, but he hasn't called me yet, meaning there must be something there.

Over the years, I have gotten too tired of mafia war fights; but another kind of fight has never stopped being such fun.

"Man, they want that chick bad." Steven laughed out loud as he watched away the people fistfighting each other till death will meet with them.

"I can't believe this. And here I thought we would be invited to the party too." Eric scoffed like a chick and took a sip of his martini; I swear this man does it on purpose.

"Yeah, I am glad we were not invited, man." Matthews, the logical one, said to me, smirking, as he smoked a joint like an eighteen-year-old.

I shook my head and watched away the scene unfolding in front of me with no emotion on my face. I was tired from the flight here. I had no appetite for this shit.

"Jesus!" Steven hissed as he watched someone getting his throat slit.

By a woman, by a very attractive woman...

"Fucking idiots. Why are you all wasting my time? It is two in the fucking morning." her voice boomed around the club.

Now everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch the young woman slit another man's throat that came her way.

"Miss!" An old man went to her, and she squinted her eyes in disgust. He probably was some dog of one of the MC gangs.

"Do not talk to me. I am here to tell you to stop fucking around," she ordered, and everyone backed slightly away.

"I can't believe it!" Another man spoke to her with a smirk, which she now returned. This one was probably thirty on something, and for sure, it was one of the MC's leaders.

"Yeah, believe it or not, I am here. I cannot believe you guys are fighting. I thought you two were fucking or something." she rolled her eyes; as she dusted off her leather pants.

"Bitch." a woman now, the other gang's leader came up to her too.

"Ahh, I get it. The little man of his went another pathway, huh." the young woman pointed out, and the two leaders looked at each other with full-out hatred.

"You got it, Angel." he winked at her, and she shook her head. Now that I look at her a little better, she doesn't seem too old. I don't get her influence over these people.

"I am not here for your shit. And if I see any of your people down south near the forest, I am having your blood for wine," she said, serious now.

"Isn't that near your grandparent's house?" Matthews asked me as we all were now quiet.

I nodded, and Eric looked at me with a knowing smile. "Oh, so that's the one Lao Han is keeping in the house," he added, and Steven was interested now.

"Why are you staying there?" the man asked her, concern written on his face. Well, of course, everyone knew who I was, and they knew that I would do much more than kill those who hurt my family.

"In any way, you stay clear of the area. I am not asking," she said and placed her knives into her pockets as she started for the door.

"Well, that was interesting," Steven spoke up after getting a good view of the woman's ass as she walked out of the club.

"At least the fuss is over," Matthews added, relieved now.

"You're not any fun, Tom." Eric rolled his eyes at him, and I sighed, annoyed.

So that is who my grandfather took in, huh? She doesn't seem much of a damsel in distress to me. Now I am interested.

"Jarod," I called him, and he answered immediately.
"Mister Yang," he said, knowing I wanted information about the woman.
"The one in the club is indeed the woman staying at your grandfather's house," he confirmed and told me that more information will come tomorrow since it hasn't been easy for the team to find useful yet.

"Come on, brother. Relax. We're at a fucking club!" Steven growled, annoyed now. I just nodded and looked around for some prey.

Though, somehow, I couldn't stop for the one leaving the club an hour ago.
"So, which one are you fucking tonight?" Eric scratched his subtle and looked around too.
"Whoever is brave enough to come up to me," I smirked and drank from my liquor.

And as I said it, a tall blond woman was on my side, glancing down at me with a smile. She'll do, I guess, though blondes are far from my type. Then again, I only ever wanted one woman. You can't call that a type; can you?
"Bye, brother!" Steven winked at me, and the other two smirked.

I shook my head, not looking back at the woman, who I knew was following after me. I did not need affection or kisses. They made me sick from any other woman except her. It's fucked up to fuck another while thinking of her, but she chose to leave me. She chose death over me, and I cannot do anything about it.
I was angry now, and I walked up to my car. I quickly got in, and the blond did too. Putting my seatbelt on, I rushed to my house. The one right next to my grandfather's. I was staying alone, thank god.

As I reached my house, I saw from the corner of my eye a woman leaning on the wall of my grandfather's house, lighting up a cigarette. I recognized her. She is the one from the club. But right now, she seemed shaken up. Weird...

"Shall we go in, Mister Yang?" The blond fluttered her lashes at me, and I smirked knowingly. She won't ever want to come with me again, will she? The one's that come back for more are the most fucked up minds I've ever seen. I am a rough man, and most women don't like that.

I opened the door of my house and opened the lights as the blond came in too. I threw the keys on the kitchen counter as I took off my shirt, exposing my ragged and scarred upper body. The tattoos could only cover this much.
The blond woman widened her eyes as she looked at me, lust written all over her features. I smirked and walked to the couch, her following me.

Reaching the couch, I grabbed her neck and pushed her down on her knees, looking into her eyes. She seemed too into it, fine with me, I guess. I sat there, looking at her. Tonight, I had no intention of trying to please anyone, and I didn't care about it. She was here for a reason, and she knew it.

She got naked, and I just watched as she did so. She stripped for me and came up to me, on her knees. I gazed at her as she placed a hand on my clothed cock, her reaction was pretty much the same as every other woman's when realizing my size, so I just stared at her.
Somehow I was not in a good mood after that woman came into the club. I was angry and after letting her put my pants off, I grabbed her head, and you know what happened next.

Afterward, I just told her to leave, and she did, which I was glad about. I didn't want another headache today. I sighed and walked to my bedroom after calling someone to come and clean up the mess.

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I gazed out of my window and, sure enough, it was early morning. Somehow, I had the worst kind of sleep that I've had in years. It was one of those nightmares where she was burning in the fire. Her screams and pleas for her reached my ears, and I felt the sweat on my forehead.

I shook my head and went to the bathroom to clean up. While showering, I couldn't stop thinking about the woman in the club. How much she looked like her. But when I came back home, in the dim night, she looked like a fucking trainwreck. Like her soul was sucked out of her life, the same way she sucked out the smoke of the cigarette she was holding.

I hissed as I touched my now hard cock. No, this cannot be happening... I shook my head as I turned the water to cold and quickly did my business.

A little while later, a firm knock sounded from the front door, and I knew exactly who it was.

"Lao Han," I spoke up as I looked at him; after opening the door for him.
He gazed back at me with a grin and closed the door behind him as I walked toward the kitchen.

"Good morning, Damian," he spoke up after sitting on a stool.
"Morning." I greeted him back, and he looked at me sternly but still had a small smile on his face.
"What is wrong?" I asked, now very much confused.
"Won't you ask anything?" he asked me knowingly. He knew I knew...
"I was about to..." I confessed.
"She is a great young woman, Damian. Do not mess with her," he warned.

"I hold you up on that. But I cannot promise anything yet." I answered but just as firmly, and he shook his head.
"Son, I know you don't want to be here, but maybe with her, it would be more bearable," he said, and I feared his words because they were sincere.
"Why are you so protective over her, Lao Han?" I asked, now looking straight at him.

"I cannot tell you anything, Damian. You will know sooner better than later," he said rhetorically, and I felt a slight pang in my broken heart.

No, I did not like this at all... And even if he said not to mess with her, I know; I will be doing much worse than that. Just gazing at her makes me angry, and we haven't even met. I could only hold a promise for so long; just let it be enough until she left.

But I know trouble has come my way, and that trouble has her form. And it has that dominant voice. The one I crave to hear every night. And those lips... Those lips on that cigarette...

I shook my head and looked back at Lao Han. He was now shaking his head at me.

"You have met her," he concluded, and I nodded.
"She was at the bar last night. Some MC gangs were having fights, and she warned them off our property," I informed, leaving out the information about them fighting over for her.
He sighed, seemingly knowing more than I did, which made me worry even more.

"Alright, son, it seems fate has already caught up to you..." he shook his head and looked up at me, now smiling.
I raised an eyebrow, confused once more.
"Now, you can come with me to the back of the house; we need to fix the car," he said, and I nodded.
I changed into shorts, not bothering to wear a shirt because I knew I was going to sweat fixing the car.

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I was finally done with fixing the fucking car. Jesus, I was starving. "Pops, all is ready now. I repaired the car." I spoke up and hugged my grandmother as she smiled at me. This woman was special and I loved her like a mother.
I then searched the room, finding my siblings there as they ate. I smiled at them, and as my gaze found another person in the room, my smile turned ugly.

It's her...

Her gaze looked up and locked with mine. I said nothing. What could I say anyway? Hi? Good morning. That's not who I am.

She was an angel in that light shirt and white pants, exactly the opposite of last night in the club. Last night, she was a daredevil. Her curves were enough to make any man hard, but that would never move me. What blew me away was her way of holding herself up, like a real seductress. I felt her gaze on me as I looked her up and down, without shame. She was, after all, in my house.

I did not say anything again. After a while, I saw her shaking her head as if she had done something she shouldn't have done. I felt my heart do a little twirl as I watched her eyes, probably assessing the situation.

She wanted to leave. She wanted to leave me.

It made me angry, the kind of anger that came from the heart, not the brain, and it pained me because I remembered exactly how it had felt once. I did not want it to happen again.
She was not going anywhere. I concluded in my head as I shook it to get out of my gaze.

"Where is my breakfast?" I asked the kids with a smile on my face.
I got no answer from them, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Well? Where is it? Did you two eat it?" I asked again and then picked Olya up.
"Hey, brother!" she squealed in delight, and I kissed her little cheek.
I turned my head slightly and caught her checking me out. Shit... Now, that was a look. I let out a sharp breath. No woman can affect me this way. Weird...

I saw her watching closely a drop of sweat that finally reached its destination down on my shorts. I raised a brow again as I looked her way. She was now red, shaking her head as if compelling herself to take the image of my body off her head. Interesting...

I smirked and looked away from her and at my little brother, "What about you? Did you steal it again?" I asked Han, and he raised a brow.

This kid, I swear, he's the most arrogant I have ever seen.

"Yes, I did!" Little Han answered me.
I noticed when he ran up to the young woman and hid behind her leg once more.

She looked alarmed at first, but after taking a look at the little boy, she smiled fondly. Why is she kind to my brother and sister?

"Don't ask me!" she said to my threatening glare as she sipped her coffee.

I wanted to say more to her, but that's not how I will play the game. Let her boil a little longer.

"Hm. You dare do such a thing and also admit it without even blinking.'' I scolded with a smile, and little Han hid behind her again.
"Well, Beth will protect me from you. So I dare say it with no fear!" he said and winked at me.

I guess her name is Beth. Beth...

Little Han peeked from behind her leg and looked at her with his baby look, and she shook her head, smiling at him.
"Right, Aunty Beth?" he asked, and Beth... Beth patted his head, nodding at him.

I sat down and I saw that she was smirking at me now. That mouth, oh, that mouth would do wonders wrapped around me. I growled silently as I saw her raising her eyebrows at me. She was defying me. This little witch was actually defying me.

"That's my boy!" she told him with a smile, and he jumped up and down happily.
"Aunty Beth! You must protect me!" he added.
"You bet I will. I won't let anyone hurt my little mice." she bent down and pinched his cheeks. I couldn't help but notice the way her ass looked as she squad in front of Han.

Lao Olya and Martha laughed out loud and continued their business.
"I will get back at you, little man. Now, how about my breakfast?" I added firmly, but the little boy knew me better and stuck his tongue out again.

"Beth, honey, can you help him? I am kinda stuck helping the old man again." Grandmother spoke up kindly at her, and Beth seemed surprised.

She seemed as if she was way too reluctant to go anywhere near me. That fact made me perplexed. Why was she not interested in me? In any way, she smiled back at Lao Olya and brought me my breakfast like the good girl I knew she could be for me.

"Well, you can sit, and I will bring you your breakfast," she told me after seeing me walking to the counter to get some water.

She walked down to where the food was and came back with it.
There must be something wrong with this young woman. She must be here for a reason, but I cannot place my hand on it right now.

Who are you, little witch? I asked myself, and when she looked my way, I asked out loud, "Where did she come from?"

I looked back at her raised eyebrow now. She seemed angry at my question, and I loved the way her eyes narrowed at me. She then ignored them by rolling them. Hell, everyone would go down the dirty path. I couldn't stop thinking about her under me, doing the exact same eye roll as I pounded into her mercilessly.

"Well..." Lao Olya explained what had happened yesterday, and I listened closely.
"Also, do not be so rude. You should thank Beth for this lovely breakfast she made for us." she smacked my head, and I pouted at the old woman. Who could be mad at her?

I then looked at the little witch and smirked at her.
"Well, thank you, Beth," I said, checking her out while she shrugged my look off.

"No problem. It's not like I was making it for you or anything."
She whispered to herself as everyone else left, following them after. Oh, but I heard her, and she was not going anywhere with that attitude.

"Hmm, easy there, little Beth. You don't want any accidents happening to you, would you?" I sipped my coffee and smirked as I felt her looking my way, stopping in her track beside me.
I looked up at her, feeling her glare first before witnessing it. Jesus, those grey eyes could have me wishing I lived in them. Shit. I narrowed my eyes at her. She was affecting me way too much for a young woman.

I tugged on her hand, bringing her down to my lap. She squirmed a little at first, and I cursed in my brain. Is she doing this to me on purpose?

I then looked down at her on my lap. She did not seem to fear me at all; she seemed almost furious at my action.
Daredevil.

I leaned down and breathed in before whispering into her ear, "Your scent is nice. What is it?"
She looked taken aback as her eyes widened more by the second.

"Excuse me!?'' she asked, and I stood up abruptly, making her stumble into her feet.

She was a short one without the leather boots, and I looked down at her, our arms brushing. I felt her shiver under my touch subconsciously. And my dick twitched at the thought of her under me again.

Shit, this isn't good. I shook my head.
"Keep your hands to yourself, mister," she said coldly.

That voice. Oh, that voice could turn into such an obedient melody if I could have her in my hands. But it is not the time yet.

Soon.
Soon, she would understand who she was playing this game with.