Protected: REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 91 – 100

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 91 – 100

CHAPTER 95 – 98

GRAND GALA:

THE ULTIMATE PLAN.

The grand gala was in full swing, with dazzling lights casting shimmerîng patterns across the ballroom’s polished marble floors. The chandeliers at the ceiling dripped crystals like frozen tears, while the guests mingled.

They were all privileged people, laughing heartily and clinking glasses as they greeted each other. The air screamed wealth and sophistication.

Kracus, Bose, Clinton and Tesiera wore formal attires to blend in among the attendees.

Kracus wore a tailored tuxedo, standing tall in a way that drew the attention of many female guests, both young and old. Part of the plan was to become one with the crowd, so he mingled easily, engaging the women that approached him effortlessly.

Clinton played the role of a staff member, blending in with the others that moved gracefully through the crowd to wait on the guests. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, he served guests with trays of hors d’oeuvres and champagne.

His eyes caught Kracus from across the room and silently questioned if Bose was in position.

Kracus nodded once. Clinton turned and smiled at the female guest that drew on his clothes to get his attention.

Bose was incharge of taking out the security men. He suit was tailored too, but unlike Kracus, his concealed subtle gadgets and a disguised weapon they snuck pass security.

He had a scanner attached to his watch that detest the electronic devices of the five security men disguised as guests surrounding Raymond James, scanning for vulnerabilities. His chest pocket had a pen but it wasn’t only a pen but also a stun gun, and his pants concealed five injectables to knock them out.

As Kracus listened to the two ladies beside him, smiling even though his mind wasn’t actually hearing what they said. Instead, he stole glances at Tesiera.

Tonight was the first time he’d seen her in anything other than leather—her nighties and nudity doesn’t count—and she looked absolutely stunning. He’d almost swallowed his tongue when she emerged from her hotel room earlier, announcing that she was ready to leave.

She was dressed in a sleek black dress that accentuated her figure so damn much, she was mouthwatering. She’d also dyed her hair black. She drew the attention of all the men, and Kracus couldn’t even blame them—the woman was sex on legs.

It had taken more convincing to get her to agree that the best way to make tonight a success was to come in disguise. Tesiera being who she was, she’d wanted to do things in her usual; sneak in dressed in leather, torture and assasinate, but they’d made her realize that this way was safer…especially in a gala filled with crowd.

They needed to be discreet. They had a short time to get Raymond so they needed to stick to the plan. What she’d hated most was that they’d had to rule out torturing Raymond because there simply wasn’t gonna be enough time for that.

She’d growled, frowned and absolutely hated the plan, but in the end she had agreed to it—knowing it was their best option.

Kracus watched her and had to admit that she was doing a great job in her own disguise; she was smiling with the men that came to her, engaging them in conversations.

Not to look suspicious, Kracus forced himself to stop looking at Tesiera and focus on his part of the plan.

Tesiera, on the other hand, had tuned out most of what the man beside her was saying. Her attention flickered to Raymond James.

She tracked his movements and noticed that he had been stealing glances at her. Their gamble seemed to be paying off; they weren’t sure if Raymond was gay or bisexual.But her main role in the plan was to catch Raymond’s attention, and he would take her away from the gala to his suite for some privacy.

So far, judging from the glances he was giving her, he was definitely interested.

Once she got him alone, on her signal, Bose would move in and take on his securites. Kracus was her backup, and Clinton would be their eyes out in the open to ensure they didn’t get caught.

“He’s quite handsome, isn’t he?” a masculine voice interrupted Tesiera’s thoughts.

She turned her attention to the man beside her. He had introduced himself as Michael, the CEO of a company whose name she had already forgotten. He appeared to be in his forties. It took her a moment to realize he was talking to her.

“Who is?” Tesiera replied, flashing a polite smile, although her cheeks were starting to hurt from all the damn smiles she’d been wearing since they stepped into this hall.

“Him,” Michael pointed across the room at Kracus, “You’ve been eyeing him like a delicious treat for most of the evening.”

Shit. She hadn’t realized she’d been that obvious about it. “Oh, I haven’t even noticed him.”

Michael chuckled, clearly amused. “It’s okay to admit it, dear. You wouldn’t be the only one. Every woman in this room has probably noticed him.”

Oh yes, they have.

Tesiera struggled to contain her irritation as she watched the women around Kracus flirt with him shamelessly. They were circling him like vultures, eagerly awaiting their turn.

She despised the way they seemed so eager to claim his attention. And, each charming smile he offered in return only fueled her growing frustration.

“He’s okay, I guess,” she replied with feigned nonchalance, forcing a breezy tone as she flashed a wide smile at her companion. “But not as handsome as you, love.”

Michael blushed at the compliment, clearly pleased. “You flatter me, Margaret,” he responded, using the false name she had adopted for the evening.

“It’s the true, love. You can’t seem to take your eyes off him either,” Tesiera observed, noticing Michael’s lingering gazes at Kracus.

Michael nodded, “Oh yes, I wouldn’t mind those strong hands around my waist at all.” He smiled at her, then added, “No offense, pretty lady.”

“None taken,” she lied.

An offense was indeed taken, but unlike what he thinks, it wasn’t because her ego was bruised by his attraction to someone else while he was with her. Instead, it was WHO he was attracted to that did it for her. Kracus was her man.

In the privacy of her mind, she could pretend Kracus belonged to her, and she hated all those lustful eyes leering at what she considered hers, darn it.

Bose’s words still bothered her till today. And he was right, she really needed to make a decision; explore these new feelings or let Kracus go completely so she doesn’t hurt him.

You’re here as Margaret Sanchez, not Tesiera Rinderson. Focus! Don’t blow your cover, she cautioned herself sternly.

Tesiera inched closer, her fingers gently caressed Michael’s chest, all the while maintaining a smile.

Deep down, her true desire was to clasp her fingers around his neck, squeezing until he struggled to breathe… and then to continue until he ceased breathing altogether.

Tesiera took a deep breath, trying to control herself. She forced herself to take a step back.

Just then, her eyes and Kracus’s locked from across the room. A subtle vibration tingled on her left ear, and she casually brushed her finger across her chest, discreetly pressing the button concealed within her dress to answer the call from her microchip.

“All good?” his voice murmured softly in her ear.

Her black hair concealed the microchip perfectly. She breathed a quiet, “Yes,” recognizing his inquiry about the plan.

“Move in now, there’s an opening around him,” he urged.

Tesiera’s gaze locked onto her target across the room. Most of his admirers had dispersed.

She nodded and discreetly tapped her chest to disconnect. She turned to Micheal and smiled apologetically, “Apologies for cutting this meeting short, but there’s someone I need to see.”

Michael nodded, “I have someone to meet as well. It was a pleasure meeting you.” He took her hand, placed a gentle kiss on it.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” She drawled. Then, they went their separate ways.

Tesiera approached Raymond James. As she strode purposefully towards him, the man noticed her coming and his face transformed into a self-assured grin.

“I don’t recall ever seeing a face as enchanting as yours before,” he remarked, his tone laced with charm. “I dare say, such beauty would be unforgettable,”

“My father is a potential investor at the Esperanza en Acción Foundation,” she began. “Your husband extended the invitation, but unfortunately, he couldn’t make it tonight. So, here I am to represent him. Although, I don’t see Herold anywhere,” She glanced around the room, pretending to search for Raymond’s husband.

The newly established charity organization that Harold was involved with, which translated to ‘Hope In Action,’ had attracted the interest of several potential investors, and only a select few had been invited. It made a solid cover. “Margaret Sanchez, at your service,” Tesiera introduced herself with a warm smile and a graceful curtsey.

“Ah, Miss Sanchez, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Raymond’s gaze lingered on her as if he was undressing her with his eyes, “My husband will be joining us a bit later; he had some matters to attend to.”

“Nothing too urgent, I hope?”

“All is well. In fact, it’s shaping up to be a delightful evening with such a charming woman in my company.” He drawled with a flirtatious smile.

“Is that so? And what do you think your husband would say about this?” she gave a sly grin, her tone equally flirtatious.

Raymond leaned in closer, “What’s a little flirtation between two consenting adults, Miss Sanchez? My husband is a modern man; he doesn’t mind such things.” his voice a soft whisper in her ears, “Perhaps we could find a more private setting if you’re interested?”

Tesiera chuckled, appreciating his directness. “Hmm, going straight to the point, aren’t we? A man after my own heart,” she drawled. “Lead the way.”

With confidence, he led her through the double doors and down a luxuriously decorated hallway. Gilded sconces designed the walls, casting glows that danced upon the polished marble floors. Intricately woven Persian carpets ran the length of the corridor, muffling their footsteps as they ventured deeper into the heart of the hotel.

His guards followed discreetly, maintaining their distance. Tesiera knew that Raymond owned the entire hotel—or rather, his husband did.

She was curious when he bypassed their suite on the third floor, leading her instead to an elevator further down the corridor. They stepped into the elevator, and Raymond pressed the button for the twentieth floor.

“The 20th floor?” Tesiera inquired with a playful tone, her eyebrow raised.

“We’ve got the whole floor to ourselves to enjoy. Just how I love it, Miss Sanchez,” Raymond said with a sultry smile. His arms wrapped around her waist, drawing her sensually against him.

Tesiera could feel the undeniable presence of his erection. She returned his smile, leaning in to place a seductive kiss on his stubbled cheek.

“I love privacy too,” she whispered, her movements deliberate as she engaged in a slow dance that tantalizingly brushed her body against his evident arousal.

Most of Raymond’s guards had discreetly stationed themselves in a single file along their path—they are way more than five, she noted.

By the time they reached the door of the twentieth floor, only three guards remained—one stationed at the door, and two entered the suite with them, still maintaining their professionalism.

Deeper into the suite, a lavish bedroom extended from the living area, with a king-sized bed commanding the center of attention. The entire suite was bathed in soft, golden light, adding to the allure of the space.

“This place is beautiful.” She deliberately let her gaze roam around, blatantly acknowledging the luxurious surroundings.

“Glad you love it, Mi Amor,” Raymond puffed out his chest I’m pride, his voice husky with desire. He drew her closer, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss before trailing sensual kisses along her neck.

Tesiera fought back a surge of disgust. She fought to keep from breaking free or retaliating against his unpleasant touch. This was precisely why she preferred her missions to be straightforward and devoid of such uncomfortable encounters. How could she endure this invasive contact and his sickening advances?

However, amidst her revulsion, Tesiera had to admit that Kracus had been right. Completing this mission on her terms would have been impossible, judging from the crowd outside and the security everywhere. She reluctantly acknowledged that this disguise was, in fact, the best way to successfully eliminate this man…if their plans worked.

Tesiera’s sharp eyes scanned the suite, noting all the secretly placed hidden alarm systems in every corner. She couldn’t ignore the watchful presence of his two hovering bodyguards either. Her plan had to wait.

First, she needed to engage Raymond, making him believe their encounter was genuine. Only then would he dismiss his guards, providing her with the opportunity she needed to take him out.

So, she ran her hand down Raymond’s back, “I’m feeling quite comfortable right now, Raymond. But there’s something else I’d love,” she purred, gripping his buttocks dominantly.

A grin spread across his face. “You’re a sweet, beautiful woman,” he whispered, his hand reaching for her breast through her clothes.

“Send your guards away. We need some privacy,” she whispered sultrily.

“They’ll go, but first,” he moved away from her and went to a small bar, pouring two glasses of wine. “A toast to an unforgettable evening,” he proposed, handing her a glass.

Normally, Tesiera wouldn’t drink during her missions, but she had to keep up the act.

So, she accepted the glass, her fingers briefly brushing against his. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice seductive.

“This event is quite something, isn’t it?” Raymond remarked.

Tesiera nodded, “Absolutely, it’s a stunning venue. The decorations are lovely.”

“Let’s raise our glasses to a memorable evening.” He lifted his glass.

Memorable indeed. Tesiera raised hers and their glasses clinked, before she took a long sip. “So, Raymond, I’ve heard a lot about the new charity organization from my father. I heard you’re involved in too. The one dedicated to community development and support of the less privileged. It’s quite impressive.”

Raymond’s smile widened, “Ah, yes. The organization might be a primary for Herold but I’m also quite passionate about it too. It’s important to give back to the community that has given us so much.” Pride laced his voice.

Tesiera nodded, feigning interest. “Absolutely. And I’ve heard it’s going to focus on education, healthcare, and even job opportunities.”

A strange sensation was beginning to creep over her.

“This drink is quite strong,” she lifted the drink in question, her eyes probbing at the amber liquid she’d been sure was wine. A flicker of unease filled her system when her hand shook. Her limbs felt heavy, her mind foggy.

Raymond’s eyes gleamed, his smile never fading. “Only the best for our guests,” he replied smoothly, raising his own glass in a silent toast.

But instead of drinking, he walked back and dropped the glass on the table.

Dread fluttered within Tesiera’s chest as she realized something was horribly wrong. The world around her seemed to blur at the edges, the rich furnishings of the suite taking on a dreamlike quality. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

She’d been drugged. And the effects was taking in with lightening speed.

“I need to leave,” she walked on trembling legs to the nearby table and set the glass down with an unsteady hand.

Raymond’s eyes bore into her with a knowing gleam, his smile taking on a sinister edge. “Feeling a bit unsteady, my dear?” he purred, his voice oozing satisfaction.

“The drug is taking effect, sir,” came the voice of one of his guards, the African American, from the doorway. Both guards advanced closer.

“What in the world did you do to me?” Tesiera hissed, her heart thundering in her ears.

Her muscles turned to liquid and her knees buckled. She collapsed onto the floor.

Despite her best efforts, Tesiera couldn’t fight the drug’s paralyzing grip. She attempted to move, to reach for the Connect button hidden in her dress to notify Kracus, but her limbs might as well have been encased in concrete. Panic surged through her as her body refused to respond.

“Who would’ve thought we’d capture Tesiera Rinderson, the infamous Torturer?” Raymond chuckled. “I can’t wait to share this news with Jaden.”

The realization hit her like a shockwave—Raymond knew who she was. How had this happened!?

He leaned in closer, locking eyes with her. “Oh, those beautiful brown eyes. I can practically see the questions and fear swirling within them,” he murmured, his hand tracing a slow path down her face, her neck… then cupping her breast.

“Such beauty. I couldn’t believe it when I first saw those images from the cameras, but here you are, even more stunning up close. How can someone so breathtaking be a ruthless killer, a Torturer machine?” His expression seemed genuinely perplexed, but the cruelty in his eyes remained.

Tesiera struggled to speak, but her lips remained unresponsive. Only her eyes could convey her mounting terror.

Raymond pulled away with a dismissive click of his tongue. “She’s completely paralyzed, the drug has done its job. Tony, strip her naked and place her on the bed. I can’t wait to start the fun. Check her clothes thoroughly for weapons, microchips, anything. With a woman like her, we must be thorough. She operates solo, so no one will come looking, but we still need to be cautious.”

His gaze returned to Tesiera. “For the next few hours, you’ll be trapped in your own body, Barbie. Don’t worry, unlike you, I won’t leave you in this state for long. I’m not a monster. Once I’ve finished playing with your body, I’ll grant you the peace of death. Before that, I will torture you in ways even you have never imagined.”

His lips widened in an excited smile, “You will bleed so damn much you’ll choke on your own blood. By the time we’re through, you’ll be begging for the merciful death only I can give you.” Raymond pulled away then, and his guards moved in.

They ruthlessly began stripping her of her clothes. Tesiera tried hard to pull away but her body wouldn’t move.

Raymond proceeded to undress himself, his sinister laughter filling the room. “You were so close, weren’t you? So close to avenging your father. But I’m afraid your journey ends here.”

Death didn’t frighten Tesiera—not in the past and certainly not now. What truly terrified her was the overwhelming helplessness of being confined within her own body. A prisoner in her own body.

To remain awake while being tortured and raped without the ability to defend herself was a nightmare beyond her imagination. It terrified her. No wonder he took her to the twentieth floor.

The plan was for Kracus to wait for her signal, but now, she couldn’t even send it. A deep and agonizing helplessness flooded her system.

No one was coming for her.

And, by the time they eventually figure out what was going on, it’d be too late for her.

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 91 – 100

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