The world had never bent for me until I decided to make it kneel. Power wasn’t inherited. It wasn’t handed down. It was taken, seized, sharpened, welded into a weapon.

I was never given power. I told and honed it. I made me. My world was my very own ahead work and I knew that if I wanted to get the woman I wanted, I had to take her by whatever means.

That was why I had sent her another invitation and I wasn't sure that she would take it seeing that we didn't part in good terms.

Tonight, I ...