REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 51 – 60

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 51 – 60

CHAPTER 53 & 54.

THE LEFT WING; FACE OFF 2

The night had set in, and it had been an hour since Kracus, Tesiera, and Hazel returned back to the mansion. They had all enjoyed a good meal prepared by Valerie with the help of the servants. Kracus had opted to cook instead, but Valerie said he needed rest, and she took up the mantle.

After dinner, Kracus, Clinton, and Bose were in the living room enjoying a football match while drinking root beer and cheering on their teams. Valerie and Hazel were with them, but they left almost immediately. Valerie got tired of being in the testosterone-filled room with all their noise-making and arguing. Plus, Bose and Clinton were supporting opposite teams and they argued about every single play made.

Those boys couldn’t go a sentence without cuss words, and Hazel picked up words pretty fast. The last thing she wanted was to get a call from her preschool teacher about her daughter’s language.

“Pass the fucking ball, man! You gotta get your head in the game!” Bose yelled at the player on the screen, chugging down a mouthful of root beer afterward.

“Ha! All of your team’s players are whack. And that’s why they’re losing to us!” Clinton retorted with a snarky edge to his tone and then he focused on the screen again. “Come on boys, go for a third goal. Let’s show this big loser how it’s done.”

“Your team will lose to us and you’ll end up being the loser.”

Clinton gave a fleering laugh, “That’s so impossib—”

“You two better shut the hell up so I can hear what the commentator is saying!” Kracus intercepted the bicker with a cautioning yell.

Minutes after Valerie and Hazel left the living room and retired upstairs to their bedroom, Tesiera came in from the backyard where she just finished having a smoke. They didn’t even notice that someone had joined them in the room.

She leaned against a pillar and observed the boys, wondering why they were so apprehensive because of the green pitch and twenty-two players tossing a ball around it. She wasn’t a fan of football. It didn’t and will never make sense to her.

She could see Kracus was enjoying the game, but Bose and Clinton were at each other’s throats over every little thing.

Kracus was the first to sense her presence and he turned around, sighting her near the stairway. She looked at him too, granting a short wave, and Kracus gave a small smile. He turned back to face his two bodyguards who were arguing like kids because of a match, and they were being annoying. He had to put an end to it or else he won’t enjoy this game.

“Goal!” Clinton rose with his hands in the air and shouted excitedly when his team scored again. He whirled around and laughed at Bose, “In your face, bozo.”

Bose was clearly irritated. “You’re a mean sonofabitch, Clinton, I’m going to—“

“Hold that sentence, Bose.” Kracus halted, seeing the fight from a mile away. Both men were always sore losers, either of them always ended up starting a fight whenever the team they were supporting loses. “I need you to go show Tesiera her room; she must be feeling tired now and needs to rest.” It was his way of trying to diffuse the situation.

“Me? Show her room? Why can’t Clinton do it?”

“Clinton isn’t the sore loser at the moment.” Kracus answered, “Besides, you two can spend some time together, become familiar with each other now that we are all working together.

Boss’s lips turned down in displeasure, “No offense boss, but I don’t think I can ever get along with her.”

“I’m sure the feeling is mutual.” Clinton added with a snicker.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Bose shot back, which made Clinton laugh out loud this time.

Bose’s lips pursed in displeasure and his head swiveled to Tesiera who was leaning against the door idly watching them with a blank expression on her face. Her indifference infuriated Bose the more and he swung around to face his boss again. “Boss,” he protested.

“Stop being a candy-depraved child and go do what the boss asked.” Clinton chipped in, his eyes glued to the screen, “After all, Someone has to show her to her bedroom, that’s what good hosts do. But that someone is definitely not me. You have it to do it bro.”

Bose rolled his eyes and slacked his shoulders, succumbing. “Fine. I’ll do it.” He got up from the couch, begrudgingly swinging his arms like a frustrated child throwing a tantrum.

Clinton laughed again as Bose walked away, “The game is almost over anyway, but not to worry, I’ll record the rest of it for you so you can watch later.” A dramatic pause, “Not.” He added, watching Bose’s hopeful expression dissolve into a sneer. He burst out laughing again.

Bose chose to ignore him, instead he turned the sneer at Tesiera when he stood in front of her. “Let’s go to the left wing,” he said curtly and matched away.

Tesiera’s only reaction was to follow him.

As they strolled away from the opulent living room of the mansion’s right wing, they entered a new territory, the left wing. The second living room, which was equally spacious, welcomed them with its exquisite decor, echoing the same grandeur and sophistication as the first one. However, the glaring difference was the burst of red that dominated the room instead of the pristine white from the other side. The walls were painted in a deep red hue, and the furnishings were tastefully picked out to match the theme.

As they made their way through the hallway, their footsteps were swallowed by the plush carpet that lay beneath their feet, muffling every sound. The hallway was flanked by doors on either side, concealing the secrets of the rooms they led to. They passed two of these doors before coming to a halt at the third one, their destination.

“I can’t believe I’m missing the match because I was assigned with babysitting duties,” Bose muttered underneath his breath.

“What exactly is your problem? Are you always so annoying or do you pick out days to shine?” Tesiera’s voice filled the air.

He pushed the door open before he stopped and faced her, “Are you always this annoying or do you pick the days when you suck the fun out of things by simply breathing?”

“Unlike you I don’t yell at screens like a deranged man, and I most certainly don’t cry like a baby when the scores from a match ain’t going the way I want them to be.” She said baldly, but her tone maintained the neutral flow.

Bose’s eyes narrowed in anger and he advanced a step, “Smoked a little blunt and now you’re feeling feisty huh?” he pointed at the bandaged part of her shoulder, “I don’t give shit about that bullet wound you’re cuddling, I’m not above throwing you a punch, and this time around, you’re gonna break more than a jaw.”

Tesiera took a deep breath, “You can throw that punch but I guarantee you that there’ll be no finger left by the time you get your hand back.” she responded in a light tone.

Kracus and Clinton were able to hear their conversation because one of the bugs installed in the hallway to pick up sound, was turned on.

Kracus paused the football game and shared a look with Clinton whose attention was no longer on the match either. They sprang up from their seats and made their way toward the left wing.

In the left wing, Bose smirked and advanced another step toward her, “I’ll like to see you try, lady. I’ll fuck you up, hard. Oh, I will fuck you up pretty roughly.”

The atmosphere was thick with tension, the air crackled like electricity before a storm. Tesiera closed the remaining distance between them, getting into his face until nothing separated them. She chose to address the second meaning to the double entendre that statement had.

“Oh, Bose. No man… I repeat, no man fucks me. In every sense of that word.” Tesiera brushed off his shirt repeatedly as if she were removing a speck of dust that only she could see. With a mocking smile, she continued, “I do the fucking. No man fucks Tesiera Rinderson.”

Kracus and Clinton halted mid–step at the entrance of the hallway. They shared another look; this time it was filled with shock.

“Did I hear that correctly?” Clinton leaned closer to Kracus and whispered, “Did you hear that boss?”

“Interesting,” Kracus muttered to himself. Does it mean that she was a lesbian?

Disappointment welled up inside him. He had nothing against the LGBTQ society but it troubled him greatly that she was gay.

Because you were hoping to get into her pants someday? A voice inside him asked.

Shut up, Self.

“Well, I guess it’s not too hard to believe if you get over the initial shock,” Clinton interrupted his thoughts, “I mean, look at the woman. That red Barbie look she has going for her is all deceiving, the woman is a Dominant. She’s a fûcking torturer for chrissake—a full-fledged assassin. It’ll be weird if she submitted to men, don’t you think?” he exhaled, “Bet she’s a top.”

Kracus listened half-heartedly. If Clinton was right, then it’s a good thing she’s a lesbian, Kracus thought. He doesn’t posture as a Dom or all those alpha shit men had going on, but one thing was for sure; he likes taking control in the bedroom. Mainly because he was confident in his ability to satisfy his woman and have her begging for more.

He likes being in control and he sure as hell wasn’t a Sub. And, in that case, it was great that they had different sexual preferences.

So why the hell are you getting mad for no reason?

“No man in his right man would wanna fuck you anyway, you frigid annoying murderer.” Bose shot back, snatching her hand away from his shirt, “You’ll freeze the poor man’s cock off, it’ll be like fucking a corpse.”

Tesiera punched him so hard his face whipped to the side. “Tell me, does that feel like being punched by a corpse?” she drawled with a smirk.

“To hell with this,” Bose raised his fist—

“Stop it right there, both of you.” Kracus barked.

They all turned and looked at him, including Clinton whose eyes flared when he saw how angry his boss suddenly was. Bose gritted his teeth and allowed his fist to drop.

“What the hell is wrong with both of you?” Kracus continued, “Is this the way you are supposed to get along? You two are adults, and Clinton and I won’t play babysitter to the both of you. Better figure out how to co-exist together or one of you would have to leave here for good. That person might be you, Bose,” he added when Bose started to look smug.

The smugness disappeared and Bose suddenly regarded his boss seriously. They must have stepped over a line because Kracus was really angry, he thought. The boss rarely got that angry.

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” He stated, lowering his head in a respectful bow.

“It downright shouldn’t.” Kracus regarded Tesiera. She said nothing but inclined her head respectfully.

Kracus turned and walked away, leaving the others to stare after him.

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 51 – 60

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