Chapter 14
James parked his sleek black car in front of the city's most prestigious hotel. Its facade gleamed under the streetlights, while marble and gold accents reflecting every glow. Rose stepped out, eyes wide, taking in the grandeur. "I've heard of this place," she whispered. "People say it belongs to Mr K the man who built half the city. I never imagined we'd come here. James didn't answer, letting her take in the opulence. Inside the lobby was a symphony of elegance, crystal chandeliers sparkled like captured stars, floors polished to mirror perfection and the low murmur of well dressed patrons filled the air. A pianist played softly in the corner, the notes drifting like silk.
He led her to a secluded table near the back. Rose's gaze lingered on the sweeping architecture and the subtle glances of curiosity directed their way. She didn't notice that James's calm movements carried authority, every step deliberate, measured and unshakable. Their quiet moment shattered when a group of young men entered, scanning the room until their eyes locked onto Rose. Recognition flared across their faces."Well,well," muttered one, his tone a mixture of surprise and arrogance. "Look who it is." His gaze directed at James sizing him up. "And you, she brought him?"
One of them deliberately knocked over a glass of water, spilling it across the floor. Laughter erupted, mocking and cruel. James eyes narrowed. He remained calm, standing but unthreatening. "Find a table," he said quietly." Leave us alone." The leader's pride flared, his voice venomous." Or what? You will clean it up, cleaner boy. That's your specialty right?" Without hesitation James's hand moved in a sharp, precise strike. The slap landed across the leader's face with a crisp echo. Them man staggered back, clutching his jaw, eyes wide in shock. The dining hall fell silent. The humiliated boy scrambled for his phone and dialled frantically," Dad a fool had the audacity to slap me. I am in immense pain." Withing a short period, the father stormed in, his eyes blazing with anger, flanked by two massive men renowned fighters known in hushed whispers as Twin Fangs, feared for their unmatched strength and ruthless precision.
"Who hit my son?" The father demanded, his voice thunderous. James met his gaze calmly, unflinching. "I did," he said softly. Every word carried the weight of someone who had faced impossible odds and emerged victorious. The Twin Fangs lunged. Their movements were fast, precise and violent but James was faster, sharper. Sidestep, counter, a calculated sweep of his arm and they staggered. Within minutes both men were disarmed and pinned, gasping, disbelief etched on their faces. The father's fury turned to shock. He snatched his phone dialling frantically. "Call my brother!" He barked almost trembling.
Rhe elder brother arrived moments later, strides confident, aura commanding but the moment his eyes landed on James, the world seemed to pause Recognition hit like thunderclap. Fear surged through him and his knees buckled. One step forward, the next, he dropped to one knee. "We have wronged the wrong person," he gasped, eyes wide." Apologize immediately." The father and son exchanged confused glances."What do you mean?" the father demanded, his voice shaky. The elder brother's gaze locked on James. "Do you not see him? Do you not know who stands before you?" The words felt like lightning." That is the Slayer of Monsters," he whispered.
The title struck like fire. In an instant the father and son's face 's drained of color. They sank to their knees, joined by the remaining boys all trembling." Forgive, please forgive us!" the father stammered . James's gaze swept the room, calm and measured "You will never bully anyone again. Understand?" "Yes, yes!" They chorused, fear and awe threading every word. Rose across from him felt a thriller of admiration and awe letting herself be carried by the moment, gripping his hand tightly. James finally turned to her, his expression softening. "Shall we enjoy our evening?" he asked. His calm contrast sharply with the tension that had just exploded.
Rose glanced around the opulent surroundings again, her pulse still racing. "James this hotel, why is it that all the staff kept bowing to you and respecting you more than anyone.?" He smiled faintly, a glint of triumph in his eyes. "Well I bought it. Our dinner tonight was supposed fo be a surprise for i planned on revealing my ownership then." Her eyes widened. " You bought it?"she giggled. "Somethings are best discovered in their own time," he replied, voice low and deliberate. They settled into their table, ordering dinner, laughter and conversation gradually replacing the tension. Rose felt the intimacy she had longed for, the safe warmth of his presence, the knowledge that no threat could reach them while he was near.
As the night deepened, James leaned closer, his lips brushing hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. It spoke od battles survived, threats conquered and promises made. When they parted, he whispered, " I'm yours and no one will ever harm you while I stand." Rose's hands clutched his. "I've always known you could handle yourself," she said softly. "But seeing them like that, it's more than I imagined." Outside the city continued its restless hum, oblivious to what had unfolded inside. Within the walls of the hotel, a man known to few had made his presence unforgettable, a force of unparalleled skill, a name whispered with fear and awe, the Slayer of Monsters.
And as they dined, the tale began to ripple silently among those who had witnessed it. James, whose presence alone commanded respect, whose title inspired fear and whose calm resolve ensured that arrogance and cruelty would never go unchallenged again.