Femme Fatale:the Queen Of Chess - Chapter 8

●Back In the New York city●

Renna slid her gaze on the paper and memorized the address which was quite easy, before leaving the building of the agency, no one would even know about her arrival ever, the glass door having black paper on it closed behind her, taking the sigh of relief that finally the devil queen was finally gone!

“Raymond street B, house number forty six, 46. Let’s see how it goes.”

Renna heaved a sigh and lifted her head up heaven wards, the lady was still determined even after facing the man and loosing her shades, bad luck struck hard that her tummy was growling with hunger and still she did not have a shelter to lay a foot let alone cooking some stew, only choice was having instant noodles to fill her empty stomach but then again to eat out carelessly among casual patrons would put their lives on stake too.

The brave lady walked past the building and ogle towards the street she had earlier covered by taking bigger steps, more likey running in a frenzy state.

“Seems he is gone now.”

Renna was hiding her body behind the wall of the agency as she peeked, her childish yet exposed posture had forced two men to halt behind her and stare at her round butt.

“Mhm, now I need a cab towards Raymond street number B.”

She spoke to herself in a calculating manner, Renna was fully aware of her current whereabouts because during her ‘marathon run’ she had seen the street number board, gladly her sharp senses and observation was serving her well even in those critical circumstances, in which most people find themselves going numb and blank.

“We can give you a lift there, baby!”

A rich throaty laughter accompanied the male voice, which forced Renna to turn around instantly, she felt goosebumps at once upon hearing a ‘male’ speaking to her, calling her in an intimate manner with pure lust accompanying the addressing and offer.

‘No way! He was tracking me?’

It was the very first thought that crossed Renna’s mind that maybe ‘he’ was tracking her and finally found her whereabouts, but how was that possible when her sources had informed her already that ‘he’ was not in the US then how come?

As soon as she averted her head and saw two young men, who seemed more like regular thugs and goons rather ‘his’ armed bodyguards.

“And where would you drop me off?”

Renna crossed her arms beneath her perky breasts while she confronted them with a crooked eyebrow, the lady had survived from his poisonous love and deadly traps, she had escaped from his prison household, to deal with two localized thugs was a piece of cake for her.

“Wherever you say, love, but before that I really want to play with that ass.”

Judging by Renna’s appearance they mistook her for a whore who was selling herself in the daylight, the man who was wearing a tank top, having numerous tattoos on his arms, she pursed her lips in disgust when his eyes playfully slid down on Renna’s butt.

“Fu*k off! I don’t have any moment to waste on you, brazen youth!”

She rolled her eyes and carelessly waved her hand in air as if the lady was shooing them off, Renna had many things to do and to stir a trouble with anyone was not in the ‘to do list’, she did not want to garner ‘his’ attention in any way, knowing that his men were, everywhere.

The lady even prayed that the man she had encountered earlier would keep his lips sealed and mouth shut, although Renna endlessly tried not to look like as if she was bluffing. The lady forgot to delete the picture which the man had clicked, but it did not matter to her now when she had intentionally posed for it, Renna aimed to look intimate with the man as if she had known him.

The mere pose will save her and the lady was well aware, that even if Ronan would see it, the mafiya king won’t pay heed to the proof instead it would work against the man, becoming a suspicious entity to Ronan Ross, who will suspect that his friend had intentionally hired a woman, forced her to undergo a surgery only to seduce and to drag him down into the dark pits of miserable life.

“You bit*h! We are talking nicely to you while you dare to insult us!”

The other one probably in his early twenties comparatively the man in tank top who was in his late, spit out venomously as his ears turned red with fuming ire. Renna knew those two fools were not connected to Ronan Ross in any way because they did not have any weapons on them, most importantly the signature black Armani suit was also missing from the scene.

“Whatever! Leave the way!”

Renna rolled her eyes, the lady did not have that much time to waste and to quarrel with them, every passing second was similar to slip near that beast, according to the situation she was in.

Renna walked past him in a specific yet imposing manner that her shoulder touched and pushed the man who just spoke, back with such a force that he nearly refrained himself from falling backwards on his hips.

The lady seemed frail yet having a tonned figure, Renna resembled a delicate barbie doll, carved out of porcelain, how could a woman be so strong and forceful while appearing weak and delicate outwardly?

“You…!”

The man in tank top turned around with the intention to pounce on her to land a punch on her beautiful face, but to his biggest surprise Renna Amaryllis reacted with a great pace that she bend her right leg and placed the knee between man’s legs to distract him, assuming that she was about to attempt that old defence of hitting his crotch, while she clasped his hand which was still in the pocket of his jeans and she twisted his wrist badly, all it took her was the usage of a petty trick to teach the impudent youth a lesson without putting any real effort!

“Ow! Ow, you who*e! How dare you!?”

The man winced in pain and crouched down on the ground with a thump, he did not get a chance to pull out his right hand on which he was wearing a special glove that had blunt needles on the knuckle portion, a perfect weapon for punching and defacing anyone but Renna had already sensed the ‘weaponry’ items on both of the men.

The femme fatale had already known every possible trick and move in the world, her sharp senss and witty nature made the lady aware that she reacted at once, her pace resembling the speed of lightening.

The thugs got scared but of course now it was their male ego in the way of the acceptance that they were guilty of picking up on her and now got beaten by Renna badly, still their long pinocchio noses were poking and they were not ready to surrender.

“You think such tricks can hold me down, heh? I escaped from ‘his’ clutches, his household, which was an inescapable prison!”

Renna shouted with a serious expression, the lady seemed frail yet having powerful aura and now she had cast a effect on both of the men, that the youth in his early twenties did not dare to step an inch towards Renna, when he witnessed that she had broken the wrist joint of his pal, without even actually fighting back or applying some real effort.

“Come, Jake. We will see you bit*h, don’t get cocky that you won.”

Grey leaped forward towards Jake, who was still holding his wrist and supported him to get up, while he threatened Renna as they both walked away staggering. Fear was visible on his face, clearly quizzical expressions on their minds, perhaps they had accepted defeat and went away while bluffing.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Don’t let me see your stinking asses otherwise I will break the third leg of you both in real sense!”

Renna yelled to them both from behind, audible enough for them to listen while they both lost the temerity to turn around to give her an answer.

Renna grinned smugly and dusted off her hands, whilst she noticed a few people staring at her jaw dropped in a daze, from afar. As soon as her eyes landed on them, the poor terrified souls scattered away immediately.