Stalkers

The work was done now and all she had to wait was for the response of dear master Kyril Ross.

It seemed that the mysterious boss was taking some more time than usual to set up Morgan, in such a place for Renna to find him out and eradicate the thorn.

"Oh yes! Mrs Patrick lives in another city and she had given the keys to us, I can talk to her on phone and I believe she would agree. You can set your foot there for a few days, honey."

Cara paused her fork for a moment when the thought of another old lady clicked her mind, and stood up to give her a call while taking break from lunch.

"Ah! Okay, that would be so nice of you, aunt."

Renna chirped loudly from behind while Cara looked around for her cell phone in the lounge.

Of course, her old age brain dallied to recall that where did she put her phone.

"Ugh! I do not know where did I put it, Morris I am using yours."

Cara's words hit her husband like a bolt of lightening and he immediately shot up from the chair.

"Wait, Cara..."

Before Mr Morris could utter any word further Renna Amaryllis grabbed his wrist tightly.

"It's okay, a compensation for troubling you and...uumm..."

Renna whispered the words to the old man, who was nervously staring at her.

The young lady gestured with a pout as if she was thinking something more to add in the earlier phrase.

"And consider it a payment for this free meal!"

Renna winked at the old man, who heaved a sigh of relief as his tensed up, panicked silhouette relieved the stress. His reaction brought a smile on Renna's face, ironically she was also playing with their fears as the mafia king was.

A perfect couple!

Daredevil husband and wife!

Old Morris nodded at Renna Amaryllis with a smile, a meaningful yet grateful expression.

"I have talked to her and she is willing to let you stay. Come on girl, if you are done with lunch then let's go and see the house."

Cara tossed the phone on the table and waved Renna Amaryllis as a gesture to follow. The lady stood up from the table, putting fork on the plate and strode towards the exit while old Morris trailed behind him.

Renna parted her lips a little open in order for a mouthful air as soon as they all three stepped out of the house. A sigh of relief and an endless sorrow could be seen from her saddened eyes, though still a smile was forced on her lips.

She was free from Ronan Ross' obsessive cage of love.

Moreover, she was not Amaris anymore, the girl who was blindly in love with Ronan rather she was a Phoenix reborn from ashes!

Walking through an endlessly stretched road which seemed a long black python, the three of them passed the house where that mysterious couple was sitting.

Unknown to old Morris and Cara they were following them by now but of course, Renna Amaryllis was well aware of her surroundings.

But then I ask you here again, why Renna Amaryllis did not do anything about them?

The mysterious couple did not seem to be having any malicious intentions because if they had to injure or kill Renna, then they would not have waited for long.

Do you think Renna Amaryllis, the only heiress to the Russian throne of underworld was an easy prey?

It seemed that the lady was deliberately giving them a chance to trail her.

They all were roaming into the rural area, the pathway was uneven that Cara almost stumbled but luckily her husband supported. Renna could see that every street was crowded, hustle bustle was everywhere and the lady was enjoying being a free bird.

She felt a relief for having so many people around her, every single soul was free. Walking smooth they passed through a food corner, despite having breakfast her mouth became watery, as the sweet smell of cakes and other bakery items reached her nose and filled her heart with pleasure.

She inhaled it to the inner core, how long it was since she had such things but then got interrupted by the screeching voice of a woman.

"How dare you to steal this piece, you stinking brat!"