Made For Maybe

Chapter 14:Checkmate

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While physical portraits like Simeon and Emerald go on their sibling hunting date, the parents, most likely from the male species, were having a blast with a game of chess and discussions about their marriage and engagement.

“It will be an honor to have your son as my in-law.”

Louis opened the tea. He came for a visit to the Marears to discuss Simeon and Emerald’s “future,” also known as his monetary gains.

“The honor of marrying such a fair maiden should be all ours, Stanford,” Bruce, Simeon’s father, gestured.

“Our children would be the legendary couple,” Lloyd boasted.

“Shall we see and foreshadow the gender of our first grandchild?” Bruce teased.

“Whereas… by a game of chess?” Louis brought in the idea.

“Splendid, I like the way you think, Stanford,” Bruce laughed.

“Bring the chessboard,” Bruce called his servant for the chessboard.

“If I must say, Bruce, shouldn’t the engagement come sooner? I’m already prepared,” Louis tried to coax him.

“I also feel that way, Louis… but I still wish for them to know each other before the rings and signature.”

“They already do, and they will more when they’re in their own home,” Louis responded.

“This chess is just like marriage; make one wrong move without understanding the game, and it’s checkmate,” Bruce said, then added,

“By the way… checkmate.”

“Nothing could go wrong, unless they say they halt the ending of the wedding, and that case would be indeed rare.”

“Not at all,” Louis replied.

“Therefore, we must master patience, Mr. Stanford.”

“I’m afraid you do not understand,” Louis said.

“Damian, first son….”

“That wild mafia,” Bruce’s eyes dazzled with fire.

“Damian Zane, first and only son, he has eyes on my daughter,” Louis completed.

“You need not worry, Stanford. They may have ties to the underworld and Italian chambers.”

“But I? I have connectors to presidential resorts and empties around this country, and outside borders.”

“I am king—Louis, no mafia and his dog son can stop this engagement.”

“Lest I worry about your status, Bruce, all I fear is him.”

“He is a sly Eve’s first mistake,” Louis warned.

“I still insist on them knowing each other. If ever he comes with a dangerous scope to dismantle our plans, then I’ll know exactly what to do.”

Louis was tired of talking about the same issue. It looked like he was begging for a fast wedding, and if all things he hated… begging was at the top of the list.

“Checkmate,” Bruce did that again.

“You’re good, Marear,” Louis acknowledged.

“Too good. Intact, want to go again?” Bruce asked with a victorious smile on his chin.

“Only if you let me win,” Louis replied.

“Observe, Mr. Stanford… each piece has a part to play.”

“The knight protects, and pawns are used as tiny weapons.”

“Rooks… kings and queens, they’re all like their reality,” Louis said out of nowhere.

“How so?” Bruce chuckled, asking curiously.

“We are in a reality where the influential are limitless, unlike pawns who only move forward to battle; the king, queen, and folks have a way of dissenting freely,” Louis replied.

“That is your reality?” Bruce asked again.

“This is my truth,” Louis replied unfazed.

“Careful, Louis, you underestimate the concept of everything. The zeal to fight, to protect, makes them stronger than any knight or king can.”

“Once they are all in, the chances of capturing the king get increased,” Bruce explained, but alas, Louis was never someone to listen to another person’s theory.

That is far from his mindset. He was just looking interested. Of course, he wanted something from this man—for him to be a reasonable ally.

“And the bishop?” Louis asked.

“Made to feast on undefended pieces, but also has a weak opening.”

“It reminds me of the insane mafia heir,” Bruce said.

“Who?… the Asher boy?” Louis questioned hysterically.

“Sir, you cannot enter this premises,” a voice was heard outside, followed by raging footsteps, before the banging of a door was wilder than a tiger’s clout.

“Where is she?” The topic arrived with a gun in his hand, pointed towards Louis’s temple.

“Mad man… I know you’ll eventually go loose,” Louis smarted.

“Oh, I’m mad?… would you like this mad man to test his imagination, if this gun is a toy or a big real deal?” Asher clapped his words, eyes never leaving his despicable target.

“I ask again, where is she?”

Trapped in anger and a need of desperate murder, Asher’s eyes spiraled with rages of red.

Bringing in the one thing he always tried to avoid—himself.