REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 61 – 70

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 61 – 70

CHAPTER 63 & 64

Bose was sound asleep in his room, snuggled deep into the covers when he was jolted awake by a sound.

It was an unusual sound, and if it wasn’t coming from the left wing, he would have thought it was little Hazel’s voice. But Hazel had been gone for days now, so what the hell was that?

Tiny, terrified whimpers, unlike anything he had ever heard before, filled his ears.

“What the hell?” he mumbled, his voice groggy from sleep. He rubbed his eyes and tried to shake off the drowsiness.

Bose rose from the bed and got out of his bedroom to check it out. It was then that Clinton, who had been awakened by the same noise, emerged from his room.

“You heard that too?” Clinton whispered, keeping his voice low, and Bose nodded, a perplexed look on his face.

“What the hell could that be?” Bose asked, his voice filled with confusion.

“I think it’s coming from The Torturer’s room,” Clinton replied, looking equally perplexed.

Bose looked at the door of Tesiera’s bedroom with doubt, unsure if he should follow Clinton’s suggestion. “Nope, I don’t think–”

Just then, a loud, pain-filled whimper cut him off mid-sentence. The sound echoed through the hallway, coming from the direction of The Torturer’s bedroom. Bose and Clinton shared another look, their eyes widening in concern.

They walked to the door of Tesiera’s bedroom, which was slightly ajar, and pushed it open slowly, squinting to see through the dimly lit room. The sight that greeted them was an unexpected one.

Tesiera lay on her bed, trembling and moaning softly. Her eyes were wide open, filled with distress, and tears streamed down her face. Bose and Clinton exchanged a worried glance.

“She must be having a nightmare,” Clinton whispered, his voice filled with concern. “We should wake her up. She needs our help.”

Bose hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “No, let’s not do that,” he replied. “That woman would never want to be seen in this state by us. Hell, she might wake up throwing daggers.”

They both looked back at Tesiera, helpless and uncertain what to do. Her cries were increasing, and her body was glistening with sweat; beads of sweat formed on her forehead and trailed down her arms.

“The pain in her eyes…” Clinton swallowed tightly, “It’s like gazing into the eyes of the boss’s mother when she was in a bad state.” He shook his head and took a step forward, “No, I have to wake her–”

“Don’t,” Bose held him back. “Let’s call the boss instead. He’ll know what we have to do.”

That decided, they walked out of Tesiera’s bedroom as quietly as possible and headed for the right wing of the mansion, where Kracus’s bedroom was located.

When they arrived, they found Kracus in his bedroom, wearing a night robe, and his body dripping wet. It was evident that he had just taken a shower and was preparing to go to sleep. Kracus frowned as he saw them enter his bedroom.

“Is everything alright? Is there a security problem?” he asked, reluctantly.

They hesitated.

“What’s the problem?” Kracus asked sharply, his expression changing from reluctance to seriousness at their hesitance.

“It’s The Torturer, boss. You need to see this,” Clinton replied at last.

At the mention of Tesiera, Kracus’s expression shifted again, this time to one of confusion. “What’s happened? Is she alright?”

Bose shook his head. “I don’t know, boss. You need to come and see for yourself.”

“One moment,” he took off the towel and replaced it with a bathing robe. Then, he allowed his men to leave him to the left wing, and all the way, he wondered what was wrong.

Has she smoked herself into a coma or something? Had she gotten into a fight with a security guard?

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 61 – 70

At her door, Bose and Clinton stepped back to allow Kracus to enter first. He took a step into the room and peered around, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting.

Then, he heard it. A low whimper, almost inaudible, but it was enough to make him stop in his tracks. His heart sank as he realized that it was coming from Tesiera.

As he moved further into the room, he could see her body drawn taut on the bed, tears and sweat on her face. She was panting loudly and breathing raggedly, as if struggling to breathe.

“N-no, no,” she whimpered again, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kracus felt a sense of dread wash over him. He had seen her have a nightmare a week ago on the island, but he had never thought it could be in the form of sleep paralysis. He wondered how frequent these episodes were and how hard it must be for her to cope.

An overwhelming amount of concern, guilt, and pain filled him. Is this what she goes through all the time?

Here is another life you’ve ruined, Cullian. Look at the agony she is going through, all because of you. This woman is so strong that she could take on many men at the same time, and still win that battle without breaking a sweat. But here she is at night, fighting unseen demons you created. I would do anything not to share a face with you. Just how many lives did you ruin, Cullian?

Kracus closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. Is this what she goes through at night, living alone? Goddamnit, no wonder she cut herself. Tesiera Rinderson’s scars go way deeper than he had thought.

“Go, Bose. You two, Clinton. I’ll take it from here,” he ordered, keeping his voice low and hoping to God that his pain wasn’t reflected on his voice.

Clinton and Bose exchanged a look before nodding and closing the door behind them. Kracus was left alone with Tesiera, feeling a mix of emotions – pity, concern, and a sense of responsibility to take care of Tesiera.

As Kracus approached her bed, his footsteps were soundless in the quiet room. He stood by the bedside, looking down at her with a heavy heart, watching her pant in clear terror.

Slowly, he got into bed with her and touched her arm gently. “Tesiera,” he called softly, “It’s okay, it’s just a dream.”

Her open eyes widened and she stared unseeingly at the ceiling. Her cries increased gradually and tremors began to work their way through her body.

It filled his body with urgency and he held her shoulders with his arms and forced her upper body to rise from the bed, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he whispered reassuringly.

His actions forced her out of the wicked clutches of sleep paralysis that held her captive, leaving a trembling, struggling Tesiera in his arms. He hugged her tightly as she let out a loud scream.

“Hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay. You’re going to be okay,” he said, trying to calm her down.

As he touched her, she erupted into another loud scream, and her struggling intensified.

Tesiera continued to scream, tears streaming down her face, “It hurts. It hurts so much,” she cried, deliriously.

Kracus held her tightly. “I got you. You’re safe with me,” he whispered, in a soothing tone.

Her scream died down, and her arms went around him. She held him so tight like a scared little child who was afraid to let go. Her body was already plastered against his, but she kept crawling into him, as if she would like to disappear into his body.

Kracus was only in his bathrobe, so he felt every of that hug to his core, her soft, feminine body plastered against his. He forced the thoughts away, and focused on getting her through what appeared to be the darkest part of her night.

He’d thought he’d seen her at her most vulnerable that night at the Island, but now, he realized that he had been wrong. This woman in his arms was completely different from the tough rock that worked as his protector during the day. And Kracus realized that he was interested in getting to know both sides of her really well.

It didn’t take long before Tesiera suddenly pulled away from his hug, her body still shook from the episode she just had. She’d known it was Kracus holding her even before she stared into his eyes. His scent filled her nose, surrounded her, and his arms… They had felt good around her. She’d felt safe.

“Are you alright now?” His voice was soft and gentle to her ears. Tesiera couldn’t answer because she wasn’t alright. Far from it.

Her body felt raw, her soul felt like it had been stripped from her and her heart felt too heavy, too painful for words.

Frantically, she reached for the drawer, her fingers fumbling as she dug inside, for the familiar silver handle of her knife. When she found it, a breath of relief and desperation filled her as she jerked it out.

It only took Kracus a second to process what she was doing and he was quick to react. He grabbed the knife from her, threw it across the bedroom and held both her hands firmly.

“Let me go, now!” She screamed, brown eyes brimming with anger and desperation met him. She needed to calm the voices in her head, dammit!

The sound of the ambulance, the beeping machine they’d hooked her father on, the sound of her own screams and pleas as she begged him not to go, the promises she made to him if only he’d wake up and take her hand again, the annoying voices of the paramedics.

They were just too loud, threatening to drive her to insanity.

“Self-harm is not the answer. I told you that you wouldn’t be doing that in front of me.” Kracus responded softly but firmly, tightening hold on her. He knew she wasn’t fully awake yet, but he was determined that she wouldn’t be cutting herself, even if she thought that was what she needed to dull the pain and regain her composure.

“Get off me!” Tesiera kicked out and caught his left leg. Kracus took the pain with a grunt, raising himself fully on top of her to gain more leverage. The woman had targeted his groin, but thankfully, he’d seen that kick coming and deflected at the last minute.

She sent out more kicks but he was quick to hold her legs captive, using his. “Stop, Tesiera!”

She banged her head to his with so much force that would make an average man pass out from the impact, but Kracus took it with a groan. She struggled wildly against him, “Leave me the fuck alone or I swear to God, I will kill you!” she raged.

With him above her, the position gave him more leverage over her, they both knew it. So, Tesiera started making moves to roll them over and get the upper hand.

Kracus saw it, blocked a few of those moves as his thoughts whirled on what to do next. With her desperation driving her, and being the skilled fighter she was, he had the feeling that he wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. He had to do something before she gained the upper hand and things became really dangerous.

Kracus seized Tesiera’s face in his hands and slammed his lips onto hers. It was probably a stupid thing to do, but it was the first thing that crossed his mind.

The force of his kiss was almost violent, and Tesiera’ head snapped back against the bed. She let out a shriek of horror but Kracus swallowed it, his lips continued to move over hers.

As she struggled frantically underneath him, his tongue darted into her mouth, probing and exploring. He tilted his head and applied more pressure as if he were trying to conquer her with his kiss.

For a moment, Tesiera stilled as he devoured her mouth. She noticed a different feeling rising above her anger, fear and desperation. The more he kissed her, the more those voices in her head grew distant until they faded completely. The pain in her chest went numb and her body which felt cold and raw a few moment ago was filled with warmth.

She had no idea what was going on, what he was doing and how a simple kiss would have that effect on her. She simply couldn’t explain it, nor was she trying to.

One thing was sure though; this right here felt way better than the knife, and she had to hold onto it.

As Kracus explored Tesiera’s mouth with his tongue, he anticipated a possible physical retaliation from her. However, he was taken aback when she unexpectedly wrapped her arm around his neck, drawing him closer to her.

Simultaneously, she lifted her head slightly, tilting it to assume control of the kiss. Her lips hungrily consumed his.

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 61 – 70

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