REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 91 – 100
By Presh Alicia Daisy
CHAPTER 91 & 92.
RAYMOND JAMES.
A month later, the information room was bathed in the gentle glow of monitors, a large protective screen occupied the front of the room. Kracus, Bose, and Clinton were seated in concentration, their eyes fixed on the screen while waiting for Tesiera to get the projector working.
Things had changed since a month ago, after Tesiera had agreed to Kracus’s request to join her in delivering justice to her father’s killers. Since then, they’d focused on getting the rest of the murderers. Apart from Jake Blake and Cullian, there was Jaden Newman who, according to Tesiera, had been the leader, the man who’d given the order for Cullian to kill her father.
Kracus wanted to go after him, but Tesiera said no. “We’ll go after him after we catch Raymond,” she stated.
Kracus has a feeling that there was more history there because Tesiera ignited like an inferno, her eyes burning with rage whenever Jaden Newman was mentioned. But, he could tell she didn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t ask. Instead, they focused on Raymond.
REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 91 – 100
After a whole month of gathering info, they had learned quite a bit about Raymond James. He was a gay man married to one of the wealthiest men in Mexico. His husband, Harold James, was really old at seventy-five, while Raymond was in his mid forties. People thought Raymond married Harold for his money—a belief he shared too.
Raymond presented himself as a respectable figure to the world, but as Bose delved deeper into his background, they found out some dirt on him. He had two charges for kidnapping and murder, but the charges were suddenly dropped, the case dropped.
Raymond James somehow got away from trouble every time, and according to intel, he was a hard man to catch because of the high level of security his husband had, which Raymond skillfully exploited at every turn.
In the last two weeks, their energies had been devoted to devising a strategy to get close to Raymond. Tesiera had left two days earlier for further investigations, and Today, she had called saying she had an update.
Now, everyone was seated as they waited patiently for her the projector to start. When it did, Tesiera pointed at the image of two men shaking hands, smiling hard for the camera.
“That is Herold James and the governor of Durango, Mexico. This picture was taking four days ago when Herold was inviting the governor to his gala party set to happen in five days. That party is our only chance of getting Herold, and we’ll be there.” As she talked, she showed more pictures in slides, “The party will happen here, in one of the most secure locations in Durango because a lot of elites will be attending. We have to find a way to blend in, we’ll be going in disguise. The mission is to get Raymond alone for few minutes and assassinate him.”
“A gala? I love it! I haven’t been to one in ages. This is going to be a blast!” Clinton spoke up, clearly excited.
“If that’s our best shot at getting him, we’re going to the gala in Mexico,” Kracus affirmed, and Bose nodded in agreement.
Tesiera shifted her gaze to all three of them. She stepped away from the forefront to stand directly in front of the large conference table. “This mission is going to be dangerous. There will be a lot of high-profile attendees, which means heavy security. This is my battle. I still don’t understand why the three of you would want to get involved.”
She had been baffled by this ever since Kracus had first proposed the idea. Initially, she had thought he wasn’t serious about the offer, but he had persisted until she had reluctantly agreed.
“You’re part of the team. We look out for each other,” Clinton stated matter-of-factly.
Tesiera felt a warm sensation in her chest. It was the same response Clinton had given every time she posed the question, yet it never failed to stir something in her.
She wasn’t used to being part of a group, and she didn’t know how to be. Yet, over the past couple of months, she had found herself growing more comfortable with them.
She got along well with Clinton. He was easygoing and always eager to chat, and he had a way of keeping conversations flowing all on his own. He didn’t seem to mind doing most of the talking while she listened. She enjoyed his company.
Bose, on the other hand, wasn’t as outgoing or friendly as Clinton, but he had stopped antagonizing her as he had during their first encounters. They could work together without arguing, sharing a comfortable silence when needed.
And then there was Kracus.
Just the thought of him sent a shiver down her spine. Nope, she refused to go there.
That night in this office, he had known that sex was goodbye. He had tried to persuade her not to walk away, but she had adamantly declined. She had made it clear that it was the last time they would be intimate, and from now on, they needed to maintain a professional relationship if they were going to continue working together.
After that night, she had taken great care to avoid being alone with him. It might have seemed cowardly, but Tesiera didn’t care anymore. It was the only way she could protect herself from whatever turmoil was brewing inside her when it came to the doctor.
In the past month, his mood swings had become volatile, but not towards her—no, towards the houseworkers. He seemed easily irritable, unlike before. Tesiera had no idea if it had anything to do with their situation. However, he had respected her decision. He had kept a respectful distance and maintained professionalism between them.
No, he wasn’t the problem; it was her.
She was the one who couldn’t get him out of her mind. She had thought that sleeping with him would dispel the attraction, as it had always done in the past, but she had been severely wrong.
Somehow, being with him had only intensified the attraction, igniting something within her that she couldn’t quite understand. Refused to understand.
It had been agonizingly difficult to walk away the second time in his office; her heart had felt like it was being crushed with every step she took, even though she was only moving from his office to her room in another part of the house.
If it felt that intense now, Tesiera couldn’t even begin to imagine how hard it would be when her job here was finished, and she had to leave. So, she had taken every precaution to protect herself.
When they crossed paths, she ensured that Bose, Clinton, or other staff members were present. Also, she made a conscious effort not to venture to his floor during her shifts.
However, there was a problem.
She had assumed that putting distance between them would help her get rid of this attraction, but it had been a month, and nothing had changed. She still felt like a live wire when she looked at him. Whenever she saw him, her body yearned to be close to him.
Kracus had awakened a different kind of desire within her, one that had turned into an obsession with everything related to the doctor.
“Tesiera?”
Bose calling her name snapped her back to the present. “Huh?”
“You seemed lost in thought. Everything okay?” Bose inquired, his brow furrowing.
She gave a single nod. “I’m fine.” She turned her attention to the room. “Regarding the gala, I can handle Raymond on my own. You three don’t have to—”
“Don’t even think about it.” This time, Kracus cut in, his tone firm, “You’re not going into a gala with heavily armed security by yourself.”
“I’ve done worse,” she replied, her expression neutral.
“I’m sure you have. Like when you attacked me at The Cartel,” Kracus pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
She remembered vividly the incident when she had attacked him on his ship and ended up getting captured.
Tesiera crossed her arms in front of her. “That was the first time I’ve been caught in all the twelve years I’ve been on missions.”
Bose chimed in, “If there was a first, there could be a second.”
Tesiera met his gaze. “I admit I made mistakes that night. I ignored my instincts, failed to conduct proper investigations, and let my anger cloud my judgment. I was desperate to avenge my father’s death and didn’t take the time to prepare properly. Those might sound like excuses to you, but it’s the truth. It won’t happen again this time.”
“Yeah well, Raymond also killed your father. You can’t guarantee that you won’t be blinded by rage when you see him at the party, lose control, and ignore your instincts again. You said it yourself; this mission is dangerous. You need people to have your back, Tesiera,” Clinton added.
Bose leaned forward, his gaze intense. “Clinton’s right. This mission is risky, and emotions could easily get the better of you because this mission is personal to you.”
She didn’t want them risking their lives for her. She didn’t want Kracus to risk his life…just the thought of it made her mad. Tesiera clenched her jaw, “I know the risks, but I can handle it.”
Kracus spoke up, his tone stern. “Tesiera, we’re not questioning your skills. Emotions can cloud judgment, even for the best of us. Let us help.”
She let out a frustrated sigh. “I appreciate your concern, but I can’t have you all risking your lives for me. It’s my mission, and I’ll handle it my way.”
“Alright then, you can handle it your way. But just so you know, we’ll be at that gala with or without you.” Clinton interjected, his voice unwavering. “The boss will secure us an invitation, and since you don’t want our assistance, we’ll go there for the sheer fun of it.”
Tesiera sputtered with indignation, and ran her hand through her hair in disbelief. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Kracus stood up, “Once again, Clinton is correct. That’s it for today. We’re either in this together or not at all. Either way, everyone, start getting ready for the gala; we’re heading to Mexico.”
“Hell yeah!” Clinton exclaimed excitedly, following Kracus out of the room.
As he left, he pulled a childish move, sticking out his tongue at Tesiera with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.
That made Tesiera’s frustration reach a boiling point, and for a moment, she was tempted to respond with a childish act of her own—maybe a well-aimed kick to his ass.
By the time she had managed to regain her composure and make a decision not to engage in his childish antics, Clinton had already left the room. Tesiera took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Why the hell was Kracus being so stubborn about this?
REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 91 – 100
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