Femme Fatale:the Queen Of Chess - Chapter 19

What would exactly happen when an innocent citizen will fall in the sticky cobweb of a temptress spider, having the abilities to make a person go crazy with her charms!

Renna shrugged and looked at the poor man with a pathetic smile, neither bitter nor sweet rather an evil grin. The petite man didn’t know that he was at the mercy of the queen, who of course was not in a mood to spare him.

Why would she, when the man was a golden ticket for her sojourn in the US, whilst she executes her plan. Amaris was known for her sneaky working ways, how terrible it would get if Renna’s vengeance gets combined with Amaris’s sneaky tactics!?

Renna leaned towards the back seat, as to reach upto the bulky man, who was sound asleep with his right arm dangling from the seat. His audible snoring was resonating in the car, as if the man was unconsciously trying to compete with the unsettling traffic outside.

“You need to lose weight, pops!”

Renna had a trouble to move the man, as she intended to take out his cell phone, suspecting that the most useful yet dangerous device would be in the pocket of his jeans.

The lady growled in irritation after trying once, and unlocked the cab to crept out. A gust of wind kissed her cheeks, which made Renna feel gross instantly. It wasn’t the fault of wind rather the air was of Ronan’s territory, the man whom she had hated with all her might.

Renna strode towards the back seat, pulled the door and crept inside by closing the door. Apparently the temptress was on her knees right in the legs on the man, the daredevil was ready to play!

She slipped her hand into his pocket without any hesitation, and searched for his cell phone.

Did she blush? No.

Was she shameless? Not really, instead Renna was willing to take any measure that could help her move forward towards the fulfillment of her daring plan.

“Ah, got it.”

The lady rattled out his phone, swiped the screen and landed inside his privacy. Well, privacy?

“Huh? No lock? Seems his married life is peaceful.”

Renna gave her remarks on his marriage history, and sighed inwardly, laughing at herself.

How she reached the conclusion that he was married? It wasn’t a biggie for her, no single man keeps a tin lunch box in his dashboard. And of course, her right hand man Ray Ji confirmed her findings.

The situation she was in currently, the lady felt as if every single biotic and abiotic was mocking at her, that how a woman of Russian royalty failed as a good wife!

Renna opened the camera and directed the angle with such an expertise, that it seemed as a selfie of a lady with an unconscious drugged man with his glory risen!

“Unhn! Now let’s see how you will refuse me, huh.”

She captured the picture within a selfie direction where Renna gave a victorious V gesture and clicked, while exposing her flawlessly beautiful figure in that Chantelle sportswear.

How further she could go, just imagine, that the daredevil lady was ready to drag in an innocent man! Putting his married life to the stake, indeed she was rumoured to be ruthless in a correct sense.

But the question arises here is, why Renna clicked a photo in his cellphone?

Can you predict her strategies or think with her mind?

The lady crept out of the car and then board the driving seat once again, she dropped his cellphone on the other seat and started the engine.

A lopsided grin appeared on her face by imagining the reaction of the poor soul when he would gain consciousness.

Renna had already gotten his address and was aware of the route, how could she forget the roads…which the lady racer had ruled over years after her marriage with Ronan Ross.

“No wonder he offered me help regarding house renting, he lives there.”

Renna shifted the front mirror, as to cast a look at the man behind her.

“But I am sorry for taking advantage of you, sir.”

She stuck her tongue out and giggled softly, of course it was a monologue as the man was not in the condition to reply.

Have you wondered why the driver placed the destination on the GPS system? No one can expect anything good and unconditional from anybody in the US, this, the man had to abide by the formalities.

Renna shrugged every other thought off her shoulder and drove off towards Raymond street B, a few miles away from the junction she was currently passing.

“Owh…ahck!”

A voice resonated in the air when the man finally regained his consciousness, with a spinning head he shut his eyes to analyse the condition of his old body for a few seconds.

“Where am I?”

His groan pricked Renna’s ears and a smile graced her lips. It was the perfect moment for her to take the charge.

“Good evening, sire!”

She lifted her face up and cast a look at the man, who was holding his head but immediately turned towards Renna.

Following her serene voice and dangerous aura emitting from her gestures, the man felt as if he had landed into Hell.

Of course, the lady was back after bargaining with the Hades!

Surviving the blast in her car, she had worn the cloak of Grim Reaper and returned with the death notes of the people.

Her vengeance was the scythe!