My Princess Terror | 𝔍𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞

Chapter 20

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I've placed orders with Lucian, Semion, and Lev for weapons. Everything from RPGs to incendiary grenades.

I also invited everyone I'll need for the attack to attend the engagement party. After we're done celebrating, I'll meet with them.

Five days until the celebration.

I have to get everything ready for the meeting. I managed to get plans of the castle in Geneva from before Madame Keller purchased it. She didn't change the primary structure during the remodeling.

I've also gotten my hands on satellite images of the grounds, and I'm busy comparing the old plans with the new layout.

Bambam and Nikhil are busy on the computer, merging the old and new information to create a holographic image for us to work with for when we go ahead with the final stage of planning.

A tumbler of vodka is set down in front of me, and then Jennie presses a kiss to the side of my neck.

"Take a break," she whispers. "You've been in here since dawn."

Picking up the tumbler, I take a sip, then point to the east of the property on the satellite images. "Take a look at this."

Wrapping her arm around my neck, she leans her chin on my shoulder, then she murmurs, "That's easily a couple of miles from St. Monarch's."

"That was only built two years ago," I say. "It's too close to St. Monarch's."

Bambam moves in on the other side of the table and looks at the image. "These old castles have tunnels. Where's the old map?"

I pull it out from beneath the pile of sheets and then lay it out in front of us.

I point to the basement and tunnel section. "There isn't one leading to the east. Also, I'm sure Madame Keller had them all sealed off." Then, lifting my gaze to Bambam, I say, "Unless she made her own after the attack on Lucian while he was there. It could lead to the new building as an escape route."

Bambam nods in agreement. "Let's assume that's what it is, so we're not caught off guard. I'll add it to the holographic image."

When I reach for the satellite images again, Jennie places her hand on mine. "Take a break. Just ten minutes."

Grabbing hold of the tumbler, I rise to my feet and take a deep sip as I walk out of the security room. As I pass through the foyer, I stop at a side table to fill my glass, then I head up the stairs. Walking into our suite, I open the glass doors and step out onto the balcony, rolling my neck and shoulders to loosen the knots as I close my eyes.

When I take a deep breath, Jennie's hands slide over my shoulders, and she begins to massage the tense muscles, slowly moving down my back.

"How're the plans for the party coming along?" I ask, just focusing on her touch.

"Good. Rosè helped a lot. We've booked a catering company." Her voice sounds sultry, and it makes me turn around.

Leaning back against the railing, I take another sip of the vodka as my eyes settle on Jennie. She steps up to me, desire making her look like a cat stalking her prey.

Jennie places a hand on my thigh and pressing a kiss to my neck, her palm moves an inch up until she brushes over my cock. Gripping me through my cargo pants, she begins to rub me until I'm hard as fuck.

I bring the tumbler to my mouth, my eyes locked on her as she begins to undo my belt. I reach behind my back, pulling my personalized gun out, so it doesn't drop to the floor.