Captivated

Chapter Seventeen

The sun glittered through the pane glass window in one of the many little nooks tucked away along the halls of the manor, sparkling across the floor and casting a warm glow on everything. I smiled to myself thinking about how beautiful this place could be at times and I found my mind drifting to Cameron and the way the gold flecks in his eyes seem to shine in almost any light.

It's been a month since we got drunk in the clinic and to be honest, I've been avoiding him as much as possible since then. Not that it matters much as he's been busy making arrangements for some kind of trip and handling some issues he's been having with his men. Probably Kyle making things difficult again, I hate that man more than words can explain. Everything about him screams bad news and he is always watching me, like a wild cat stalking his prey. He makes me uncomfortable and he knows it.

Sophie smirked as she moved her knight across the board; "check" she said confidently as she broke my train of thought. I gazed at the board carfully caculating my next move, I could move my king over a position or I could place my bishop in the way of her kight; both were safe moves. I could also take her knight with my rook but that would be a sacrifice if she noticed her bishop was in the perfect spot to take the little black tower.

Then again if I let her take my rook, that would leave her open to a check mate within a few moves. I had arranged most of my pieces so that her king had very limited places to go but she hasn't noticed yet. She's been so focused on eliminating as many of my pieces as she can that she didn't notice the key pieces on the board that I placed in conspicuously. She has more on the board than myself for a few turns now but less doesn't always mean a loss, chess isn't about how many pieces you have; it's about how well you use the ones you do have.

After another moment I decided to move the rook and risk sacrifice because I can see that I'm close to winning and it's worth it.

"Who's winning" I glance over to see Nadia pulling up a chair with the back to us and sitting on it so she can rest her hands over the back. She looks all business today just by the way her hair is spiked out and her makeup is dark against her skin. Her eyes are rimmed in coal eyeliner and her lips are stained a dark purple which almost looks black only adding to her eerie yet beautiful look. Her top is a loose fitting tank top with a diving neckline that makes looking at the white sports bra clinging to her chest as easy as looking at the rest of her. The pants she has on are leather that cling to her form topped off by black combat boots and a leather jacket.

"I am" Sophia chirps with a smile pulling my attention away from Nadia and back to the game. She's taken my rook exactly as I knew she would leaving her open to checkmate.

"That's good" Nadia says with a smile before interjecting again. "Cameron wants you both downstairs"

"For what?" Sophia asks making her next move. I smile to myself and move another piece around the board as the game comes together for me, only one more move and I'll have the win.

"Why do you always question him Sofia, when does he ever call you to his office. He needs to talk to you" Nadia agrues. Sofia takes a minute to think about her next move and ponders her brothers request at the same time. You can almost see the wheels turning as she thinks. She moves her piece and looks back to Nadia difiantly, "he isn't my father and he can't keep bossing me around like one of his lakies... not happening"

"Don't make me carry you Sofia" Nadia exclaims in frustration.

"As if you could..."

"Check mate" I say promptly cutting them both off. I give Sophia a moment to look over the game board to make sure it really is a loss before standing up with a soft smile. I really like Sophia and I know that Nadia is very serious about carrying her. I'd spent enough time with Nadia over the last few months to know the difference bettwen her being playful and her being serious. It wasn't very often she dressed like she was today, usually only when something extremely important was going on and she needed to appear dangerous; and in reality she didn't need to pretend either. The woman could handle herself in a fight and I wouldn't doubt that she could torture someone nine ways to Sunday but that's what happens when you live the kind of life she did before Cameron.