Chapter 3

He was surprisingly fast and agile for a man his age, but not as fast as Damien who saw his balled fist coming a mile away and ducked out of the way. Damien leaned back as Saul launched another punch right for his head.

After a few missed punches, the older man was gassed out and Damien took one measured step forward. His fist, fast as lighting, connected with Saul's unguarded upper belly, sending the man writhing on the ground in pain.

"Stay out of my way, old man." He reached for the drawer and pulled out a necklace with a Yin pendant without the Yang part, then headed out of the house.

"You're fired. If I ever see your face again, you're dead." Saul bellowed. That bastard Damien had crossed the line and even if he burrowed into the deepest hole, Saul was determined to find him and make him pay.

Of course he was fired. The perfect end to his night. No wife, no money, no family, no job. It had been months since he had a drop of alcohol but as he walked through the doors of the rowdy bar teeming with stumbling drunks and the TV blaring at top volume, he couldn't think of one reason not to drown himself in it.

Five beers and three shots later, all the noise in the bar died down except the TV. Looking around, he saw everyone staring at the door of the bar. Before he turned to look, his nostrils were engulfed in a sweet, intoxicating, flowery scent. At the door stood a woman more beautiful than Damien had ever seen.

Her skin was flawless and her dress clung to her luscious curves. Her beauty aside, she had a certain look in her eyes, she looked unwaveringly confident as she glanced around the room, everyone staring back at her until her eyes settled on Damien. She strode over to him, dragging along every eye in the bar until she stopped next to him.

"Are you Damien Delaney?"

Damien stared at her face; she really was gorgeous but he needed to nurse his bruised ego. Now bothering to answer her, he took a long swig of beer and called the bartender over.

"Not feeling very talkative, are you?" The man she had been searching for intrigued her. He didn't look like much but if he really was a Delaney, his looks must have been deceptive.

He called for one more beer while ignoring the beautiful woman.

"I'm not going anywhere so you might as well stop ignoring me," she said, grabbing the stool next to him. She had a job to do and nothing would scare her off.

Damien looked around the bar, observing how all the men hungrily feasted their eyes on the woman's body. "This place isn't safe for you. I'd leave if I were you."

"So you do talk," she said, cracking a smile that softened her features and warmed Damien's heart.

He went back to ignoring her not wanting to buy whatever she was selling.

One of the drunk men mustered his confidence and approached the intimidating woman. "Sweetheart, if he doesn't want you, I'll take you," said the man whose breath stunk of whiskey.

She looked at him and decided he wasn't worth the breath she'd waste on him.

She refocused on Damien wanting to get things over with. "I'm Angela by the way. It is imperative that we have this conversation."

Damien's aloofness pissed the drunk man off. How could he or any man be lucky enough to be approached by such a goddess and ignore her? What was so remarkable about Damien that she wanted him so badly?

"Hey asshole, can't you see the lady's trying to talk to you?" The drunk man yelled. "Why are you even trying to talk to him? What does an angel like you want with the likes of him? Look how dirty and haggard he is."

Damien couldn't help but chuckle. The irony of a blind drunk man criticising him was hilarious.

"Did I say something funny, asshole?" The drunk man asked, walking right up to Damien.

Damien ignored him, casually sipping his beer.

The man swiped his arm across the drinks in front of him, sending bottles flying and shattering.

"Look, asshole, you can ignore the lady all you want but you don't ignore me. You think you're better than me or something because you have some pretty lady begging you for attention?" The nerve of Damien to treat him like an insignificant insect in the presence of the breathtaking woman.

Angela watched with intrigue. If he truly was Damien Delaney, this would be similar to a mere fly buzzing around a giant's ear.

"I was enjoying my drinks," he said.

"You should have thought about that before acting all cool," the drunk man said, flexing his huge muscles to try and scare Damien. "Get up and face me like a man."

He was reaching his limit for the bullshit he was willing to accept. All dst, it seemed like the whole world was set on stepping on his head and he was just about ready to fight back. "Look buddy, I've had a bad day but before I beat you up, I'll give you a chance to apologise."

The drunk man and his friends burst into laughter, wiping their eyes and falling over each other. The whole bar had their eyes glued onto the spectacle before them. It wasn't everyday they had a live show to go with their drinks.

"He really thinks he's an action hero."

"Next he'll try to save the damsel in distress and drive away in a fancy car."

Damien had observed her stance and physique the moment she walked in. She was beautiful so it was easy to miss the fact that she had the body of a well trained fighter. No doubt this damsel would need no saving.

The drunk stepped closer. "Hey asshole, if you kiss my feet, I'll give you a chance to get out of here alive."

Damien glanced at the drunk man now surrounded by his drunk friends. Of course a bar fight was on the agenda for such a terrible night. At least it would give him a chance to vent his frustration.

H3 got on his feet and the whole bar went silent. Everyone held their breath, the whole atmosphere was charged waiting for the showdown to begin. Not even the TV uttered a word.

He decided to give them a final chance and leave instead of fighting.

The lead drunk saw this and blocked his path, throwing a wide punch that must have seemed efficient through his drunk eyes. To Damien, the man is even less of a threat than Saul. Wanting to blow off some steam, he grabbed the man's arm and twisted it around, earning a scream like a little girl. One elbow to the side of his head and the man went down like a lead balloon.

One collective gasp erupted from the whole bar. It all happened so quickly, his drunk friends and everyone else in the bar hadn't fully processed what they had seen.

Angela smirked, she'd found the right one indeed.