The Red Queen || Devil's night || Damon Torrance

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Damon
Now

I sighed deeply, turning around heading to the door. I would never agree on something similar again!

I fastened my steps to be as far as it possible from Arion. It must look very funny, the 'groom' is running away from the 'bride' after their 'marriage'. It wasn't 100% real marriage, my father arranged it so you can answer yourself.

One day my father called me announcing that if I want money I need to marry Arion Ashby. At first I didn't know for what, but then I realized. I was said to moved in into Ashby's house and do whatever I want- especially mess with Winter.

And you may ask why, cause I didn't send the message across to you yet. Winter is a bestfriend to a girl that send me to prison for 3 long years. That girl-Karolina, would do everything to save her's blind girl friend. I wanted a revenge and I need Karolina here to do that, messing with Winter means she will get here to protect little Ashby from me. And then Karolina is all mine.

But that's not only reason why. My father out of context likes Kie, from the first time he met her, to now. He was angry at her for sending me to jail and want a revenge as much as I want, but he won't do anything to harm her. Not physically at least.

I walked closer to my car. I look in the door mirror. My hair was a disaster, but not only them, my whole face begged for help. That's what happen when you're not sleeping enough, but 2/3 hours and drink coffee with whisky alternatory. Yeah... I need to fix that.

I opened the door. "Damon, stop!" I rolled my eyes at this squeaky voice. "Go home, Arion" I take out the cigarette and fired it up, putting in my mouth. "I won't do that without you!" She stump her foot like a little kid, my insides went upside down, I wanted to vomit. She disgusted me. "Do what I said or you will never see me again!" And with that I started the car and drive off.

I added gas. I need to feel free, maybe for the last time in my life. Arion is a daddy girl, she always gets what she wants. The thing is no one knows where he is. Where are you Griffin? Are you scared of consequences?

I wanted to bit this shit up to death. He do not have the right to live anymore, not after what he did to me, my friends, Kie, his daughters and wife. I can easily say that he was more fucked up than me and my father together. I need to find him and take what's mine. Another revenge.

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"Ten moves and you've got me," said Mr. Garin. "You see?"

I looked at the chessboard between us, calculating the moves I had to make to checkmate him while trying to anticipate his moves.

Yes, I see. But what would be the fun in that? I reached for a pawn on E2. "No," he scolded me, giving me the same look I'd seen since I was a kid. But I couldn't resist. Smiling involuntarily, I ignored him and moved the pawn on E4.

He sighed and shook his head, frustrated with my lack of self-control and strategy, which he hadn't been able to hammer into my head all those long afternoons after school when he worked for my father many years ago. Or at least he thought he couldn't get them into my head. People assumed I acted purely on impulse, when in fact being as fucked up as I was required a lot of strategic thinking.

House music thundered downstairs. The club was already bursting at the seams with college girls, yuppies, and other twentysomethings willing to fork out three hundred for a bottle of vodka or champagne just to get a goddamn table at all.