Ennis Pawn Novels & Stories

As per usual, Morrigan wakes to her internal alarm clock in the morning, the clock on her nightstand reading 4:00AM. Listening, she hears her brother and uncle asleep in their beds upstairs. Quietly, she changes into a sports bra and spandex shorts, slips her tennis shoes on, and sneaks up the stairs. She keeps to the sides of the steps and avoids the ones that she knows creak. At the top of the steps, she listens again, ensuring that Oskar and Ander are still asleep when she opens the door to the basement. From there, it’s easy to slip out the front door.

Several burly men in black rushed in at once. I grabbed a desk lamp and held it in front of me like a shield. My hands were trembling. "Stay back! Sabrina went to get the money. She'll pay off the debt soon!" The leader of the men in black, Jasper Lane, spat on the floor with open contempt. "Don't feed me that trash. I fell for your stunt last night. I thought holding you here would force them to bring the cash. However, that wench took off with her boyfriend!"

I waited ten long minutes, heart hammering, before I walked to the side door and quietly let myself in. The garage was dimly lit by a single hanging bulb. The poker table was already set up, cards and chips scattered around. Four men total, including Daddy and Jake. Cigar smoke hung in the air. Everyone looked up when I stepped inside. "Hey, baby girl," Daddy said with an easy grin. "Everything okay?" "Just bored," I replied, twirling a strand of hair around my finger as I leaned against the workbench, letting the dress ride up my thighs. "Mind if I hang out for a bit?"

" I would treat you like a queen." I clenched my fists. What did the Wellingtons actually take me for? A chess piece. "You underestimate me." I locked eyes with him, refusing to back down under the intensity of his gaze. "I would rather be a pawn than someone's trophy wife." I spat. His jaw ticked, and for a moment, something shifted behind his eyes. Something darker, less amused. But it was quickly masked. He grabbed my chin, tilted my face to his and sniffed me like a freaking bloodhound.

But then something caught my eye "Blackwood, Suite Stock Dropped by 10% Amid Scandal." “What the hell?” I whispered, my heart sinking as I scrolled through the article. The details were vague, but the damage was clear—something had gone wrong. The suite’s stock had dropped overnight, apparently due to a failed acquisition. There were whispers about a shareholder caught in a pub with an underage male, and I could only think of one person who would probably have access to this news and who has the motive to pull something like this.

But Pearl was unmoved, shaking her head defiantly. "No way," Pearl spat, her eyes narrowing. "I'm getting the money now, or I'll send these pictures to your husband." She brandished her phone, Liam's number already pulled up and the incriminating photo ready to be sent. The threat was clear and unwavering.

If word got out online, the one truly humiliated would be him. Zach was a businessman, after all. When it came down to it, what was a fiancée compared to his reputation? Colton Maurus, my childhood friend, had grown up with me. On the night of my engagement to Zach, he had clung to the statue at my front gate, crying until dawn.

"That's my girl. Now, let's get you looking less... engineer-y." As we walked towards the elevator, a hush fell over the office. Alexander Kane, CEO of Trident Holdings and certified corporate Adonis, strode past us, his eyes fixed on some distant point. The air is undeniably thick with his presence. "Good evening, Mr. Kane," Mary purred, her voice dripping honey. Alexander's gaze flickered to us for a millisecond. "Evening," he muttered, before disappearing into his private elevator. "God, what I wouldn't give for five minutes alone with him," Mary sighed as we waited for the regular elevator.

Or something. “Your turn,” David said. Lauren drew a one, which meant she could move one of her pawns out of home base. “Lucky.” “Yeah,” Lauren said, looking at her pawn standing all alone on the game track. “Lucky.”