Title: The Most Dangerous Game
Author: Shelby
Summary: "You have nothing I'm willing to play for," Chuck scoffed. "I think you'll change your mind once you see that I already have the prize worth winning, Nephew," Jack smirked. "Allow me to introduce you to my wife, Blair Bass." Chuck/Blair/Jack
A/N: Wasn't going to post this, but it will be a shorter story, I mean it this time. Plus summer is approaching and I plan to go crazy on here once it starts. Well this could not interest any of you at all. Let me know if you want more or to trash this baby.
Jack Bass stepped out of a black, stretch limo with an excited and sinister smirk on his lips. He was back in New York, or more correctly Manhattan. Only now, he was going to walk away a winner. And what was the game? Destroy Chuck Bass at all costs.
"Uncle, it seems the wonderful news of your arrival to the city as true, after all," Chuck sneered. He stalked over to the elder man, away from his own limo. They looked similar in so many ways. They were similar in so many ways. Yet, they were nothing like each other.
"Nephew, how nice of you to greet me so soon. Although, if you've come to chase me out then you might as well head on back to the Empire. The hotel I'm staying in, I own it," Jack replied. He motioned up towards the grand building. It had been step one. Chuck wanted to buy it, but Jack stole it out from under him.
"I knew it was you who took the hotel from the beginning, Jack. You're playing with old moves. I suppose it's not true what they say. Not all of us get wiser with age. And my how you have aged. Are you approaching forty or fifty now?" Chuck mocked. He smiled with clenched teeth. They stood not too far apart, but the tension between them could kill.
His uncle fisted his hands at his sides, but within moments returned to his cool, unaffected persona. He took off his gloves and put them in his pockets. Jack shook his head, "Whatever age I am, I'm doing much better at it then you are yours or you will do at mine. Tell me, did you hear of my recent nuptials?" His eyebrows rose in an innocent way.
"Insulting me with my lack of marriage? Now you really have lost your touch. As for your wife, whoever she is please send my condolences for the lifelong misery that awaits her," his nephew sighed. He put a hand to his chest and faked a sympathetic expression.
Jack ignored his comment all together and crossed his arms. "I heard Bass industries dropped lower than ever in stock this morning. Shouldn't you be at the office taking care of things? You are CEO after all," he remarked.
"My people are taking care of your pathetic, not so handiwork," the younger man sighed. He acted as if he stood a thousand feet higher than the older man before him. In his mind, he did.
"I'm just getting started, Chuck. By the time this is all over don't be surprised if you're standing on the edge of another rooftop. Only difference, no one will be trying to get you down. No one has been for six years if I'm correct." He sent a sarcastic sad face, sticking out his lower lip. It was the lowest of blows.
Chuck stared at him with dark eyes. Blair Waldorf. No one spoke of her in front of him anymore. He lost her and she was gone, literally, not too long after that. He wasn't able to find her so he tried to tell himself she didn't exist. It worked sometimes, until she was brought up.
His uncle succeeded in making him livid. He took a dangerous step closer to him. Their foreheads almost pressed against each other.
"Jack, listen closely because I will not repeat myself. There is not a single thing you can do to me now. I'm older, wiser, and meaner. The only thing in my life is business and therefore it's the last thing you'll ever take away from me. I'm more successful at the ripe age of twenty-six than even my father was at the late age of fifty. So do what you feel you need to. But I do promise that you will walk away empty handed, causing the most minimal amount of damage to me, if you even cause any at all," Chuck clarified in a stern voice. He wore a challenging, proud smirk though. It amused him really. His uncle had no more cards to play with, no more ways to hurt him. Jack had quit the game the moment he and Chuck made Blair forfeit. Now that she was gone, nothing was personal.
But if that were true then why did his uncle still wear the smirk of someone who had just won?
"Glad to see you're willing to play then," Jack said.
"Wrong, you have nothing I'm willing to play for," Chuck scoffed. He turned to leave, but his uncle's voice stopped him.
"I think you'll change your mind once you see that I already have the prize worth winning, Nephew," Jack called to him.
Slowly, he turned back around. Chuck watched as his uncle took a step back. Was he going to retreat? No, he did not. Instead, he opened the door and held his hand out to someone inside.
"Allow me to introduce my wife, Blair Bass."
A/N: So this will be a very short story. I just could not resist. Do you want more?
