The Pawn's Gambit
I never asked to be part of this game. But the moment Thornton leaned across that desk and whispered Nicole’s name like he owned it, I felt the trap snap shut. He knows about my debts. He knows about the nights I lie awake imagining her voice under my hands. And now he’s offering me a way out—power, money, freedom—if I’m willing to burn everything down. The worst part? I’m already considering it.The envelope was waiting on my desk when I got back—unmarked, heavy stock, the kind that screams off the books. Inside: a check for $250,000. More than enough to erase every debt I’ve ever made. And a note: We should talk. Private lounge. Now.
Thornton didn’t look up when I entered. He just swirled his whiskey and said, “You’re smarter than you seem, Zayn. That’s why you’re still breathing.” He finally met my eyes. “Trevor blocked your promotion last year. Did you know that? And Nicole… well, she laughs at you behind closed doors. Calls you ‘desperate.’”
My fists clenched. “Why tell me this?”
“Because I see potential,” he said, smiling. “And because power isn’t given. It’s taken. With help.”
He slid a contract across the table. Not signed. Not even read. But I already knew what it would cost. And worse—I already knew I might pay it.
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Blood And Desire
I haven’t seen her in eight years—not since I left this town with nothing but a backpack and a lie. Now I’m back, standing on the porch, hands shaking not from the cold but from the debt breathing down my neck. Mom looks older, fragile, but her eyes still pierce through me like they always did. She doesn’t know about the men chasing me, the blood already on my hands. And she definitely doesn’t know about the heat that coils in my gut when she touches my arm—soft, maternal, wrong. This house was supposed to be safe. But desire has a way of rotting roots.
The Serpent's Due
You feel it the moment you step back into the house—her scent, her voice, the way her eyes avoid yours just a second too long. Two years gone, but nothing’s changed. The debts are worse. Your mother’s weaker. And the hunger inside you? It’s not just for money anymore. When Grandfather gives you the book, you tell yourself it’s for survival. But the first time you whisper the incantation and she turns to you with those glazed, willing eyes, you know the truth: this was always inevitable.
Blood Ties and Broken Vows
I never wanted to come back here. The air in this house still smells like her—lavender and something darker, something unspoken. Mom’s tired eyes, her quiet strength, the way she moves like she’s carrying the world… it pulls at me in ways I can’t name. And now Henry watches me like he knows every secret I’ve buried. He caught me looking where I shouldn’t. But instead of rage, he smiled. A deal, he said. One that would bind us all. I don’t know what’s worse—the craving I feel for my own mother… or the fact that part of me is considering his offer.
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