Check Mate

Chapter 5

"So, basically the bitch is back?" Frankie asked with glee in his face.

"The bitch wants to get back," I said a little unsure of myself after talking to Frankie about my plans of revenge.

"Oooh, don't worry sweetheart you know that attitude comes naturally to you," Frankie laughs.

"Should I be offended?"

"It is the highest compliment I can give, honey!"

"Okay, thanks, I guess. So, you're going to help me?" I wanted to get back to business before I wussed out. I still felt weepy, but I was under the ideology of 'fake it till you make it.'

"Hells yes! So, what are we going after? His wallet? Looks? Family? Oooh, his relationship with that raggedy hippie?"

My weepiness steeled over, "Anything and everything."

Frankie got up out of his chair and pulled me up with him. He then preceded to pick me up  bridal style and yell, "The bitch is back!" He continued this chant as he carried me down to the beach to where Collin, Ira and Max were sitting.

"The bitch is back?" Collin asked, sipping what looked to be a mimosa.

"Oh, yes she is! Slogan idea - She doesn't get under someone else, instead she puts the dick six feet under!" Frankie's laughed boomed as he put me down in the sand.

"Booo babe, that's fucked up," Collin replied, swatting the air.

Collin and Frankie bantered on, but Ira stayed silent. Max's head was resting on his lap and Ira was absently rubbing circles into his little back. I scooted to sit closer to him.

"So, what do you think?" I asked.

"What does it matter what I think, it's your decision in the end, Birdie," Ira didn't look at me, but stared toward the ocean.

"Your opinion matters to me, Ira."

"If I was anyone else I would say this isn't healthy and that you should move on with your life," Ira started.

"But..." I prompted him to continue, impatiently.

Ira looked over at me, "But, I'm not anyone else. I say let's fuck his life up, Wilson." Our expressions were identically marked with evil grins. This would have been a perfect time for an even laugh. I'd like to think wherever Drew was in the world, he just felt a sharp, cold flash go through him.

The four and a half of us sat in a circle on our towels, Collin started passing out sandwiches from the picnic basket he brought. Max was now sitting between my legs, using my legs as mountainous terrain for his small toy truck. 

"Okay so what do we want to go after first?" Frankie asked, looking too excited.

"What was most important to Drew?" Ira questioned, already plotting.

I thought for a moment, images of Oxford shoes, cuff-links, hell this honeymoon set up came to mind. "Money. Money is the most important thing to Drew," I stated.

"Operation Silver Spoon!" Collin joked.

I nodded, grabbing a nearby drift wood stick and I wrote out in the sand between us that title with one bullet point underneath the title.

"How does one ruin someone financially?" I asked the group.

"Do we have to be completely legal?"

Ira, Collin and I snapped our heads at Frankie and in unison yelled, "YES!"

"Y'all are no fun," Frankie mumbled, crossing his arms.

I ignored him, going back to my initial question.