Page 32 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

The Gamemaker-Yearning For Her

Checkmate and those masked nimrods ruined my game tonight. Little Ivy was so close to completing her task for me. I wanted to watch her in action so bad, but to hear that she killed one of the masked men while in the middle of the game intrigued me.

Not too long ago, I was watching a live video of a man being murdered.

And while this torture—murder—scene was taking place, she was egging the killer on in the chat.

She was breathtaking. The words that she typed sent chills down my spine.

I wanted to know everything about her, so I did what I do best. I hacked into her IP address and found out exactly who she was.

Where she lives, where her favorite place to eat is, down to the shampoo she washes her gorgeous blonde hair with.

I had to know everything. What I didn’t like were the men that surrounded her while I watched from near and far.

It was so easy to get to them. They all dabble in the dark web, keeping secrets to their depravity for my little eyes to see.

Silas needed to go, even if Checkmate helped with that one.

Too bad I’ve been throwing wrenches in the game this checkered fuck has been playing every chance I get.

At first, I didn’t know who this famous “Checkmate” was, but listening to Ivy and her friends talk about this mystery person made me do my research.

I still don’t know exactly who the person is behind the mask, but I can hack into their phone.

It's a burner, but I could still get right through their very intricate firewall. I haven’t made my presence known just yet.

I will soon though because I’d love to play a little game with Mystery Checkmate.

He’s gunning for these people when I’m simply just trying to get rid of the men surrounding Ivy.

I want her for myself. I want to play with her.

I want to breathe in her scent, feel her skin beneath my fingertips, and show her how to truly kill in the most artistic way possible.

Slow, painful, and bloody. Tonight’s little event with Desmond and Pierce made my blood boil, but I needed it to happen.

She may enjoy pain, but the boy she’s known her whole life whipping her even when she pleaded to stop is unforgivable, and that’s all I need.

Another player down, two more to go. Then I’ll take her and never look back. She’s mine, even if I have to kill everyone.