Page 12 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

Checkmate- Greetings Little Pawns

It’s been three years since I’ve made my presence known. They thought I was dead, but they were wrong.

Sitting in my lair behind multiple computer screens, I smile. They all think I'm kidding. But maybe soon they will all realize how serious I am and that ignoring me is no longer an option. Phase one has just begun.

With a flick of my wrist, I press send and watch Millie’s face drop as she opens the video of her own brother kissing her best friend. It must hurt to know that your best friend has been messing with your brother behind your back. Poor Mildred Sinclair.

Moving onto the next screen. Silas is contemplating the bag or dealing with his daddy.

I can make that decision really easy for him.

Hitting send, I laugh while watching as he opens the video then smashes his phone against the steering wheel.

Grabbing the bag, he backs out of the driveway and heads away from his house.

“See, I told you it would be so damn easy to make him relapse. Once a junkie, always a junkie.”

Creating havoc in the lives of these fucking hypocrites fuels me every day to seek my vengeance. The game I have created will bring those that hate one another together, but will also rip apart the ones who trust each other the most.

Switching to the next screen, I debate on my next move. Too many of them in one night is how to get caught, and that’s not something I'm looking to do anytime soon. Tonight was a success. Over the course of the next week, chaos will ensue, and I can’t wait to see who is left standing.

Checkmate is back bitches, and I’m coming for all of you-one little chess piece in this game of survival at a time.

XOXO-Checkmate B*tches.