A Pawn

I glared fiercely at Alexander, who was purposely avoiding my gaze. My hand gripped the side of his shirt tightly. 

I was fuming. I was pissed. How could he?

I can't believe this! I'm going to be a pawn in his stupid game! How cruel can this arrogant asshole be?

First, he said we were going for an important meeting, only for us to land in a clubhouse and, as if that isn't enough, he had to use me as some sort of bait or pawn in his selfish, foolish game. Isn't this some sort of gamble? 

He's going to play a game of chess with Russo, and if I understand things right here, if he wins, he gets to go with over forty million dollars. And if Russo wins, he'd have me fully. Even the thought of being close to the dangerous man across the table makes me want to puke.

I looked at him, my eyes meeting his. The right side of his lips slowly curled into a smirk. I eyed him warily, my hand still gripping Alexander's shirt tightly.

I don't want to be involved in this. I don't even want to be anywhere around this room or this Godforsaken clubhouse. I just want to go home and curl myself up in my comfortable bed. I glanced at Alexander with raised eyebrows. His face was void of any emotions, and he still didn't look at me. 

I could feel my anger and irritation building up in my chest, waiting to burst out at any little opportunity. The only thing I want to do right now is to stand up, walk to the door and then get the hell out of this sophisticated room, but the only restraint I have is Alexander's tight grip around my waist. I gave him a look of disdain before pinching his hand tightly, but he didn't even budge or wince in pain.

My eyes met with Clark's orbs that mirrored mine. He gave me an apologetic smile, which means he's also fully aware of this whole thing. 

"I can imagine how soft and fluffy her skin will be. How beautiful, and unearthly she'd look writhing in pleasure when I make her feel things you can't even make her feel." Alexander growled lowly at Russo's raw words, his face contorting slowly into a frown.

"It was very foolish and unwise of you to accept my terms. I mean, who would willingly use his wife as a hock? But, I guess you aren't just anybody. You won't win this, Alexander Marco." Russo took a sip of his wine as his lips curled menacingly.

"You're so confident, Russo. Let's head straight into the game, and then we'd see if you'd still be this confident." Alexander's voice was calm and relaxed, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"I'd be glad to send you a video, where I'd be fucking her so hard that...."

"If you as much as make such remarks about me one more time, I'd walk to you and smack you so hard on your face that would make you go blind," I said, my tone coming out softer than I wanted it to be. How can he be speaking about me in such a manner, and in my presence?

"She's feisty. I love her." He flashed me a grin and I returned with a death glare.

The nerves of this man!

"Let's get down to business," Alexander growled out. His eyes fixated solely on Russo and from the grim look on his face I could tell he was angry.

The tension in the room was making me really uncomfortable. The game that they had already started playing was making me feel drowsy. It was a game of cards. The sly smile on Russo's face was annoying me to the very core. It was as if he knew he was going to win.

Please don't win. Even if he does, there's no way he's going to have me. I'll send him six feet under before he does. Not like I can really do that, hahaha, I'm so pathetic right now. 

"Can you pick a card here for me, Angel," Alexander whispered in my ear. I sighed as I looked at the spread out cards in his hand. I pointed one, and he picked it out and put it in his suit pocket.

The game went on for some minutes, the tension in the room increasing with every passing seconds. I glanced at Russo, he smiled at me and gave me a wink. I cringed and glared at him.

"And checkers, I won mate," Russo said, dropping his last card on the table. My eyes widened and his smile grew wide, flashing his complete set of teeth at me. His eyes glinted maliciously as he looked at me.

No way. No way! How did this happen? He can't win. He's not having me. I won't allow that, whatever gamble they were playing at. Alexander can't just use me as a pawn for this whole nonsense. And then, he'd allow Russo to win, just like that?

"Come over here, baby. You're mine now." My face blanched, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. My two hands gripped Alexander's shirt tightly, and I flushed myself against him as if I wanted to enter his body.

He won't just give me away like that, would he?

Who am I kidding? We're talking about Alexander here. But still I want to hold on to that tiny hope that he won't easily give me away.

"Not so fast, Russo. You might be laughing now, but I have the last laugh." Alexander reached into his pocket and took out the card that I had picked for him. He dropped it on the table, a smirk dancing on his lips as he gave Russo a mocking stare. "Checkers, mate," he mumbled out.

Russo's eyes were as wide as saucers. It was as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Wait a second, does that mean Alexander won?

"I won for us, Angel." I heard him whisper, and I immediately let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. The pent-up anger that has been brewing inside me is now surging to the surface and letting itself out. 

I forcefully took away Alexander's hand that was wrapped around my waist. I stood up from his lap and made my way towards the door. No one tried to stop me and that is very good. 

The door opened widely for me and I stepped out of the room, breathing in a fresh atmosphere rather than the toxic one in the room, which is capable of choking me to death.

Alexander is sure going to get it hard from me!