Checkmate

Prologue

            As I stood out on my bedroom balcony in the rain I let a single tear fall as my mind raced back to the events of the last year. Every rule I had set for myself I had broken. Every goddamn rule I had suffered to learn had been thrown out the window. So why not one more? Why not one break the last and finale rule? Standing out under the moonlight drinking my vodka like it was wine I let the the tears mix wit the rain almost as if they were never there. This moment of weakness, though not wanted was definitely deserved. I tried to take comfort in that fact.

            Broken. For the first time in a long time I had been broken, but I could only blame myself. I had played with fire, and he had done more than just burn me. Zane Christian had devoured me whole, and spit me right back out. Now standing here I couldn't help, but be disgusted with myself. Me a woman who had stood on the throats of many men, and women alike. Me a woman who had discarded her heart long ago while destroying the hearts of countless people. Me the same woman who had slaughtered entire families, and wiped entire legacies off the map. That same woman stood here now in the rain wasting tears for a man who didn't give a damn about her. Even though I wanted him dead I would just as soon be wrapped up in his strong arms again.

            As the thunder above started to increase I thought about how ironic the world was. A year ago almost the exact same thunderstorm was purring only then I was the lion, and not the prey. Come to think of it I had always been the prey, and he the lion. I was the master of the game, but somehow he had managed to pop game on me this entire time. They say you can't play a player, and even though I was down I wasn't out. I fully intent to show that nigga why this is chess not checkers.