Femme Fatale:the Queen Of Chess - Chapter 12

The lady gently shoved his chubby silhouette, that he nearly laid down on the seat while she settled back waiting for the thugs to step into her trap, her hazel preying orbs were darted onto the left side mirror with a deadliest grin ever witnessed from a female.

“Come on, my hands are aching now.”

The ‘mad woman’ was waiting for them, Renna was tapping the pores of her fingers on the window pane impatiently.

A grim silence was hovering around the area, as if the cast of Hollywood animated film ‘Rango’ was shooting a scene, but the surprise of the audience the lead character was not just a lucky chameleon or a lizard rather a fierce lioness, who was known to turn the circumstances into her favour, Renna was herself a lucky charm!

The sun was still holding up, slanting its rays and getting impatient while waiting for the battle scene, of course it has the task to set but how could, without the permit of that lady!

Meanwhile, in the grim situation, which could terrorize anyone, a person was still in his senses, or perhaps was trying to figure out the things.

“Is that Ronan Ross’s wife, Amaris!? What the fuck I am seeing!?”

His bulging eyes were more popped outwards due to the unbelievable sight which was visible through the window of his washroom, due to the shock which had sent him in a mixed kind of reaction, as if he had seen somebody’s ghost!

“No, no, what the fuck I am seeing? But…”

The toothbrush had already dropped down from his wide opened mouth, the glass fell with a clang on the ground, but the sight had masked out his power of hearing, all he managed to utter was the mere sentence with an unbelievable expression.

“But if she is Amaris, Oh my God, the queen is alive.”

His heart activity caught a rapid pace, the man was having mixed emotions, an unknown happiness along with an evil thorn sprouting in his heart.

The man hurriedly ebbed thinking something as not to miss a chance to rise in the eyes of his master, in the attempt to rush towards his room, the fool stepped on the shattered glass pieces.

“Ow! Fuck!”

Neglecting the wound he staggered outside the washroom, maybe the mere sight in front of his so called resting place, which precisely was an abandoned house, was having a great importance, worth watching and capturing comparatively his wound.

“Where is it? Where…Oh.”

The man flipped his ragged brown duvet, then did the same to his pillow and found the cell phone beneath the stinky bed cover. It was definitely a great deal to find a needle in lush green grass, among the heap of unwashed clothes and the stench of beer, and leftover pizza pieces, which had ‘perfumed’ the air, combined as one.

The man picked up the cellphone and began to rush towards the washroom again, his wobbling silhouette took the restless soul upto the window, which was on the level of his boxers.

He unlocked the screen and aimed the flashing camera towards outside, he could see Renna Amaryllis sitting in the car from the position and angle where the man was halted.

No one had ever took that route specially around that time when the sun was about to hide behind the veil of darkness, the area was often quiet due to the under construction building which was abandoned by the agency.

“You are lucky boss, that I’m awake on this auspicious evening to witness this!”

The man raised his eyebrows and inwardly praised himself for coming up with the idea of filming the whole scene, which he had expected to turn into a mind blowing fight.

He settled himself to the perfect angle, zoomed in the screen and clicked two pictures of Renna Amaryllis, sitting in the car like a classy lady boss.

“Fuck! Indeed she is Amaris!”

After clicking the screen, he zoomed in on to her face to confirm.

Ronan Ross, was responsible for every major crime in the US, he was the most wanted criminal mastermind and never stopped scheming yet he had always remained beyond reach.

Kidnapping for ransom plotting and scheming, corruption, were the terms associated with him. Having a whole bunch of armed and dangerous men, he was the King of the US mafiya.

Unknown to the common men, of course. Ronan Ross was ruling the headlines with his achievements in the vast business world, what stream he chose? Undoubtedly something in which he could use his wicked mind, technological advancements.

What if I were to disclose the fact to you, that the device you are currently using to read this chapter has a hidden chip implanted by experts working under the great lord, and the only person who can see you while sitting on the other side is, Ronan Ross, himself.

The perfect life of the underworld Lord turned upside down the day when his wife Amaris died in a car accident, no one knew till the date that who had the temerity to plant a bomb in her car and it was the only issue which had kept the great mafiya king restless and on the edge of the chair.

●Back to the scene, near the abandoned building site●

A car halted with a loud screeching sound, the roaring engine was producing a deafening cry until it died down when the key was pulled out, such a perfect pal for local thugs!

“Come out, you bit*h! You dared to challenge us, huh?

Jake immediately crept out and banged the door shut in rage, his yelling voice rang in the peaceful air.

The thug was holding a baseball bat in his left hand, waiting to land a blow in Renna’s head. Following his act, the rest of the thugs took their ass*s out of the car, completely armed with baseball bats and guns to use, if the situation got any worse.

“You thought we would let you off, huh? Come out!”

Grey walked a little ahead of Jake, while the other two men remained behind, acknowledging how cruel the lady would be, who had broken his wrist, when Jake was the best fighter among them.

To their surprise, there wasn’t any response, not a single movement let alone a chirp.

“What? Are you afraid now, huh? Don’t worry we will let you off, if you give us a night!”

Grey’s bluffing resonated in the calm air, which was nothing less than an alarm itself, that some danger was approaching.

The thug made a foolish statement and soon he was going to pay for his words, it might cost him, his tongue! The door of the yellow cab opened ajar and a woman crept out wearing a breton hat, the lady was poised, having an evil aura around her.

‘What the fuck! Are we going to knock her down?’

One of the new guys thought to himself with his mouth hung open, when Renna’s exposed body came into his sight.

‘Damn!’

The words escaped from the parted lips of the other guy, when his eyes travelled all over her skin which was bare in that sportswear.

Jake became angry, raging like a mad bull, as he immediately scolded them both with his yelling.

“Don’t be fooled by her beauty, the fuckin’ temptress is a witch. She. Is. A. Witch. You morons!”

Jake, the chief tried to bring them both into senses while Renna Amaryllis played her first card, the spell of beauty. The femme fatale posed for a sexy posture as she bent over and touched her ankle, slowly and teasingly moved up exposing the glorious sight of her mounds.

Meanwhile, the person on the rooftop was capturing the whole scenario with an amusing expression, until he felt something poking into his boxers!

“FUCK!”