He May Own a Boxing Club, But He Can’t Throw a Punch

Cecylia and uncle, Elena and the boys, and at least I stayed in the same floor as them, and Keith got the room next to mine too.

He looked like a ghost, finally understanding the gravity of what he had said back in the plane. We are both filling kind of guilty, I think. Him for that, and I because I had joked before about our plane crashing and it causing my death. Maybe that's why I got so mad with what he said.

Doctors from the best hospital in Paris came to check on each of us, privately in our rooms, to keep out privacy from the prying eyes. And it so seems like I sprained Keith's nose and two ribs when I beat him up, though he didn't seem to care. Unfortunately, the Arabic asshole was in business class too, so he ended up in the same hotel as us.

Can you believe, around 1 am, he came after me?

I couldn't believe it either, but in this whole chaos, all the shithead cared about was getting even with the girl who 'humiliated' him, a 'sigma male', and as a 'believer of male supremacy', he needed to 'teach a lesson to an aborted cub of a raped whore' like me. He used those exact words.

What did I say to that?

Ah, I mockingly laughed at his face, of course.

What did he do?

He grabbed me by my hair and threw me out of my room. Then, he came to me and punched my nose, right eye, mouth, kicked me hard on my left ribs, hit my head on the door of my room hard, and strangled me hard enough to mark my white nose with the fingerprints of his disgusting fat big hand, for almost a full minute.

What did I do back?

I snapped out of it, used my feet to kick him on the balls thrice, then I kicked his ribs four times, but it was only when I punched his chin taking advantage of the space between his arms that he released my neck. Then, I kicked his knees, making he fall, then I took advantage of it to punch his nose twice again, both his eyes at least thrice each, twice on both side of his cheekbones, then three times on the mouth, hard.

Keith, uncle Krystian, Elena, Cecylia, and two of the hotel guards got there before either he could do something to me again, or I could hit him one more time. The guards grabbed him away from me, while Keith and uncle Krys grabbed me, Elena and Cecylia just cried and freaked out seeing me all bruised, blood on my face, neck marked, and knuckles bloodied and wounded. They guards brought the medics for us both though.

Probably because the jerk is also one of the survivors of the plane.

Then we finally learned that the piece of shit's name was Asadullah Mubarak Hassan Sa'id Al-Zawahiri, 45, Polish-Saudi Arabian, with Polish mother, owner of a Polish boxing club and a mall, no family alive.

I passed out half an hour after that, in Cecylia's arms in my room, happy with the fact that I beat down a 45-year-old, as soon as I turned 17.

When I woke up it was 9 am, to my dismay I felt even more tired than I was when I passed out, plus the pain on my bruised ribs, on my head, on the bruises of my face. No broken nose or bones though, which is funny, since I left him a fully fucked and broken nose, sprained jaw, more than three broken ribs, and probably a fracture on his crotch given the amount of times I kicked him there, plus Keith's hard kick yesterday. Thanks to the two rings I had on, I left him with some cuts too, while the only cuts I got were on my left eyebrow and right corner of my bottom lip.

"He owns a boxing club but can barely throw a punch," I mocked as I stared at myself on the mirror. "If he knew how use his strength well and had good boxing skills, he would have broken lots of my bones. Jerk."

Using the third extra pair of lingerie I put on my backpack before I left the hotel in Zurich, I passed the ointment the medic got for me on my bruises, bandaged my ribs just to help heal quicker, passed the medicine on my face with a little Band-Aid on my eyebrow cut, and a ointment on the purple bruise on my neck, that I covered with the Prada black cashmere scarf that Cecylia had in her bag, and with the clothes I used on the plane again, since it's the only one I have in me and they are good.

Especially because Cecylia put them to wash in the laundry of the hotel, and when it was clean she put them to dry and to get ironed, then she gave it back to me as soon as she saw me awake, since she was in my room when I woke up, taking care of me.

Then, I put some mascara, my red eyeliner, and a red matte lipstick. The same jewels I used on the plane, my Kilian perfume, and my long hair loose because my head was hurting too much to tie it in any kind of way. I put my backpack on my back, grabbed my handbag with my phone that is now dead, and my headphones now inside my handbag, then I left my room, meeting everyone already waiting for me in the floor lobby.

"I'm going to kill him," Dragan cried as he saw my state, he ran to me, looking for my injuries. "He hurt you, Zee," he cried. "Let's kill him."

"I hurt him more, lil dragon," I told him, voice slightly raspy.

"She really did," Keith exclaimed, "but he deserved it. I still can't believe he went to you after everything happened. Fucking piece of shit," then he came closer to me too, worried. "I know it's not happy, but happy birthday, Merida."

"Thank you, depressed boy."

Then Keith turned to Dragan and showed his tongues to him, "Hah, I said it before you did."

"Jerk," Dragan snapped at him. "Happy birthday, Zee."

"Happy birthday, dear," Elena said softly, still worried about me.

"Zee, Zee," Yury beamed with his childish smile.

I pressed my hand at my heart, "Aw, my heart, cuteness overload!" Then I got closer and caressed his blonde hair, smiling, and he smiled back. "I have a weak heart to babies, I can't."

Uncle came closer and hugged me softly, kissing the top of my head fondly, "Me and Lia told you before, but, happy birthday, sweetheart."

"Happy birthday, Honeyboom," she kissed my cheek.

"Thank you, uncle. Thank you, Jam-Jam," I winked at them softly. "So, did the sigma male runaway?" Everyone tensed up, angered.

"Yes," uncle growled. "He bought a 3-in-the-morning plane ticket straight to Warsaw, and let before anyone could get to him. Seems like he got scared when the reality of what he did hit him."

"It's fine. Warsaw is my territory, I'll get him later," sigh. "Now, let's get that train and get the hell out of here, I'm already nauseated by the air of Paris, and everything that happened is making me sick. I need to be in my favorite place. The villa. People aside, I need that place, to heal."

"But you need to eat," Elena narrowed her eyes.

"I'll buy food in the train station, and in the train. Let's go!" Then I grabbed Dragan's hand when he offered me, and headed to the elevator, and they all followed me. Everyone with their backpacks.

Both Keith, Elena and her sons lost their stuff when the plane fell and exploded, but they didn't seem to care about that at all. They had what they needed the most in their backpacks, and while Elena already lives in Warsaw, and has the ownership of the seven hospitals her husband's family owned. Keith said he'll buy new clothes in Warsaw and he inherited five villas, a 35-floors residential building with 70 rented apartments, and a house in the same neighborhood I grew up with Cecylia.

What's crazy? Elena's mansion, which she inherited from Lew, is also in that neighborhood, so we'll all stay around each other. Good for them, since they have no one else. It was through inheritance, but they are both millionaires, so we are in quite the elite group together.

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We got the train of the 1 pm, the only one that had enough 1st class tickets for us, as we are in 7 with baby Yury. Though it was a special train that would take 22 hours and 50 minutes to get to Warsaw, with one stop in Belgium, one in Luxembourg, three stops in Germany, one stop in Austria, one stop in Czech Republic, one stop in Slovakia, and two stops in Poland before our third and last stop on Warsaw. Ten stops before our destination. Meaning we'll be in Warsaw at 11:50 am.

As Elena called their driver to be waiting for her with her 8-seats car in the train station by midday, and it takes 11 minutes from the train station to the airport, we'll be in the airport by 12 pm. It'll probably take an hour to get all of our baggage from flight RWEE798, so, we'll leave the airport around 1 pm. If we leave immediately, we'll be in Zakopane villa by 6:50 pm, but if we take an hour or two, we'll be there by 8 to 8:50 pm.

Lia and uncle will leave immediately, I'll take two hours.

"…Zee? What are you thinking about, Zee?" Dragan asked, as the train began to move from our 10th stop in Lublin, 1h and 50 minutes away from Warsaw, already in Poland, it's exactly 10 am now.

We bought some take-out food in the restaurants near the Lublin train station, everyone got something different, while I got an extra spicy doubled portion of Tteokbokki, one of my favorite South Korean foods. I also got three bottles of Smirnoff Ice in the little market, a pink lemonade flavored, a screwdriver flavored, and one original. Plus one dark chocolate with peanuts and caramel filling Magnum ice cream pallet for dessert

Except for Keith, who go a lasagna with two cans of Sprite and a slice of tiramisu for dessert, which was very Italian and he has my respect for it, everyone else got junk food from either Burger King or McDonald's. Like Dragan who got a double hamburger with extra bacons and pickles, plus extra cheesy fries, two cans of coke, and a slice of chocolate cake for dessert. He came to my cabin to eat with me, and I guess he really liked me.

"Everyone must be thinking I could be one of the people who died in the plane crash, lil dragon," I told him.

He froze.

"Rafał knows the truth by now, plus my family that are all gathered in our Zakopane villa. They were there since the 19th, waiting to spend my birthday with me on the 21st. They all expected us to be there in the 20th, it's the 22nd now. They said in the news that 40 of the passengers that died were all from flight RWEE798, that last minute changed flights because of the risk of the weight. Mom and aunt Monika know that was my flight, and since I didn't comeback, they definitely know I was in the plane that fell."

The boy gulped, "And your phones died."

Sigh, "And our phones died! My relationship with mom may not be the best, but I don't think she would be okay with my death at all, even if I joke about that. I didn't want to scare them like this. My little brother must be desperate too. Everyone must be freaking out."

Dragan held my hand and squeezed softly, "And your face."

I chuckled, "There's that too. They will go blind when they see me coming back all with purple bruises, not from the aircraft, but from physical aggression," licking my lips, I chuckled again. "They always said I was a troublemaker, they weren't wrong about that. But that dude is so screwed in my hands now," that made him beam. "I am definitely killing him. Even if I don't, someone in my family will, but I'll like doing it myself."

"If I were old enough, I would do it for you!" He said firmly.

I felt my cheeks heating up, "You are adorable."

"No, you are adorable," he winked.

Laugh bubbled in my chest, "Ugh, you are the best."

"Zee?"

"Yeah?" I tilted my head.

"Can I get a lil taste?" He pointed at the last Ice, the pink lemonade.

"Elle will kill me if I let you drink alcohol, lil dragon," I chuckled.

He pouted, "Please, Zee, just a lil bit."

Looking at the door to see if someone was coming, I drank almost all the bottle and left enough for him to get a good taste, then I handed it to him, "Fast," I warned him, staring at the door.

"Oh? It's good," he gave me the empty bottle back.

"Right? But you are too young for this, yeah? Wait until 15 at least. It's 4 years from now. It'll pass by fast, then I'll personally make you your first cocktail, of your choice, how about it?" I grinned.

Dragan beamed, "I promise I'll wait until then. Make me the one you love the most in the time I turn 15, okay?"

"That's a promise," I squeezed his hand, he squeezed mine back.

"What's your favorite type of alcohol?" He leaned closer.

"Vodka," I leaned back and got back to eating my tteokbokki.

"Mom said you are spectacular at making them."

"I am extraordinary at it," I winked, not humble at all.

He gave me that pretty smile of his, "Can you teach me?"

I arched my eyebrows, amused, "To make cocktails?"

"Yes. I won't drink it, but I want to be good at it like you," aw.

"Of course, I'll teach you. I mean, I'll ask Elle, then I'll do it!"

He grinned, "I asked her, she said yes and told me to ask you."

That made me chuckle, "We match on the mischievousness."

"We match in lots of things," he winked, making me laugh again.

"You are the most adorable 11 year old I've ever seen, lil dragon!"

Dragan blushed hard, "You are the loveliest girl I've ever seen. Mom doesn't count. It was instant love with you."

Again, I giggled, "Such a flirty lil dragon."

"Only for you, Zee," he winked again, making me laugh more.