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March 30, 2021
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Prologue - Carmelo
How did I end up here?
My arms trussed up above my head and my body swinging over a darkened cement floor. Darkened with what can only be bodily fluids. I can smell the ammonia and iron plainly from here.
I can hear voices coming from my left but it’s hard to see that side with my eye swollen shut and my body hurts too much to force it to turn. I was warned this could happen and that fucking with these people would have me killed.
But she was worth it.
Being a Torres by blood hasn't been easy considering where it’s gotten me but I can’t help that and I know my name also means people are coming to help me. I can rest assured that I’ll either be rescued or avenged and the Rio Cartel have no idea what they’re in for.
My Aunt Ember needs little convincing to fight and shed blood and I can only hope I’m alive when she rips this place apart for me. That is a sight I want to see, ever since I found out who and what she is, I can’t stop thinking about how she might look on those fucking jobs.
Then I realize, the talking has stopped and I don’t know how long it’s been this quiet, until I hear a creepy whistle sounding from down the corridor. I try to swing my body to see better out of my one eye but it’s fucking useless. The sound grows louder and I know they are coming here to me, anxiety tightens in my chest.
Are they whistling Kissin’ Cousins by Elvis Presley? Then it dawns on me, I know exactly who the fuck that is, and I don’t know whether to be elated or petrified. I keep trying to turn but the pain becomes too much on my shoulder blades, so I wait for the fucker to get to me.
Once the whistling is directly on my left, I swing slightly, and come face to face with them. Their face covered in blood, both drying and fresh, and a sinister smile lining their lips.
“Just hanging out I see.”
Chapter one - Carmelo
Six months earlier
“Fucking concentrate!” Uncle Emmett slaps me on the side of my head and I throw my head back with a groan.
“I’m tired!”
“Yeah?” He growls, “I’m fucking tired of you being tired.”
He’s been relentless in my training and my knife throwing skills are fucking shitty. I can work a gun and my aim is good, but when I throw a knife, it flies in a different direction.
“I hate flinging these little shits around.'' I whine. Yes, I fucking whine as I twirl a little black knife around my forefinger.
“Start acting like the man you were named after!” Uncle Emmett yells and I fucking see red.
“Yeah?” I scream back, getting in his face. “How the fuck can I do that when the fucker was killed before I was born?”
The room falls silent and Uncle Emmett’s face falls, guilt seeping into his features.
“Fuck,” he mutters and turns around.
“That was pretty harsh,” her voice floats into the room.
I turn and see Trent’s daughter Catalina leaning against the wall, one of those little knives rotating around her finger. She flings her wrist forward and the little knife sails past my head and lodges into the dummy I’ve been trying to hit all day. The knife sits firmly between its eyes and I slap down the piece of metal I was holding.
“Fuck this.” I growl and storm from the room.
“Carmelo!” Uncle Emmett calls to my back, but I’m already gone.
I slam my fist into the wall at the sound of my name. Carmelo. I was named after a man I never met and it’s a constant reminder. I don’t know where I came from and I can’t figure out who I am because that vital part of me is missing. I am nothing like my mother, I don’t even look like her, and I struggle every fucking day with the realization that I may never know who the fuck I am.
“Daddy issues can be a bitch.”
“Go away, Cat.” I hiss at her.
“You sound like a little bitch.” Fuck I want to punch this chick in the face. I have never in my life wanted to hit a woman but Catalina Delgado is fucking pushing me.
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Copyright © 2021 C.A. Rene
Prologue - Carmelo
How did I end up here?
My arms trussed up above my head and my body swinging over a darkened cement floor. Darkened with what can only be bodily fluids. I can smell the ammonia and iron plainly from here.
I can hear voices coming from my left but it’s hard to see that side with my eye swollen shut and my body hurts too much to force it to turn. I was warned this could happen and that fucking with these people would have me killed.
But she was worth it.
Being a Torres by blood hasn't been easy considering where it’s gotten me but I can’t help that and I know my name also means people are coming to help me. I can rest assured that I’ll either be rescued or avenged and the Rio Cartel have no idea what they’re in for.
My Aunt Ember needs little convincing to fight and shed blood and I can only hope I’m alive when she rips this place apart for me. That is a sight I want to see, ever since I found out who and what she is, I can’t stop thinking about how she might look on those fucking jobs.
Then I realize, the talking has stopped and I don’t know how long it’s been this quiet, until I hear a creepy whistle sounding from down the corridor. I try to swing my body to see better out of my one eye but it’s fucking useless. The sound grows louder and I know they are coming here to me, anxiety tightens in my chest.
Are they whistling Kissin’ Cousins by Elvis Presley? Then it dawns on me, I know exactly who the fuck that is, and I don’t know whether to be elated or petrified. I keep trying to turn but the pain becomes too much on my shoulder blades, so I wait for the fucker to get to me.
Once the whistling is directly on my left, I swing slightly, and come face to face with them. Their face covered in blood, both drying and fresh, and a sinister smile lining their lips.
“Just hanging out I see.”
Chapter one - Carmelo
Six months earlier
“Fucking concentrate!” Uncle Emmett slaps me on the side of my head and I throw my head back with a groan.
“I’m tired!”
“Yeah?” He growls, “I’m fucking tired of you being tired.”
He’s been relentless in my training and my knife throwing skills are fucking shitty. I can work a gun and my aim is good, but when I throw a knife, it flies in a different direction.
“I hate flinging these little shits around.'' I whine. Yes, I fucking whine as I twirl a little black knife around my forefinger.
“Start acting like the man you were named after!” Uncle Emmett yells and I fucking see red.
“Yeah?” I scream back, getting in his face. “How the fuck can I do that when the fucker was killed before I was born?”
The room falls silent and Uncle Emmett’s face falls, guilt seeping into his features.
“Fuck,” he mutters and turns around.
“That was pretty harsh,” her voice floats into the room.
I turn and see Trent’s daughter Catalina leaning against the wall, one of those little knives rotating around her finger. She flings her wrist forward and the little knife sails past my head and lodges into the dummy I’ve been trying to hit all day. The knife sits firmly between its eyes and I slap down the piece of metal I was holding.
“Fuck this.” I growl and storm from the room.
“Carmelo!” Uncle Emmett calls to my back, but I’m already gone.
I slam my fist into the wall at the sound of my name. Carmelo. I was named after a man I never met and it’s a constant reminder. I don’t know where I came from and I can’t figure out who I am because that vital part of me is missing. I am nothing like my mother, I don’t even look like her, and I struggle every fucking day with the realization that I may never know who the fuck I am.
“Daddy issues can be a bitch.”
“Go away, Cat.” I hiss at her.
“You sound like a little bitch.” Fuck I want to punch this chick in the face. I have never in my life wanted to hit a woman but Catalina Delgado is fucking pushing me.
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March 27, 2021
Carmelo's Malice
Hey Guys!
I am well into my Next Gen series for Whitsborough and they can be read as standalones. Although, I would suggest starting from the beginning with Through the Pain
Next release is Carmelo's Malice and this one if a MFM .
Releasing April 19th.
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I am well into my Next Gen series for Whitsborough and they can be read as standalones. Although, I would suggest starting from the beginning with Through the Pain
Next release is Carmelo's Malice and this one if a MFM .
Releasing April 19th.
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July 26, 2020
New Series
Guys! I have a new Duet coming out. It is a Dark Contemporary RH. Avail. for pre-order now. Releases August 21st.
All it took was one bad decision,
A need to numb the pain that threatened to tear me apart.
He was someone I trusted,
And he made a decision that would forever ruin me.
They used to be my best friends,
But after that night, I never wanted to see them again.
Now they hate me and will stop at nothing to watch me suffer.
But what do they know about suffering?
After what I’ve been through,
Everything they throw at me is child’s play.
One more year and I’ll be free of them,
Never having to be reminded of that fateful night.
A lot can happen in a year...
All it took was one bad decision,
A need to numb the pain that threatened to tear me apart.
He was someone I trusted,
And he made a decision that would forever ruin me.
They used to be my best friends,
But after that night, I never wanted to see them again.
Now they hate me and will stop at nothing to watch me suffer.
But what do they know about suffering?
After what I’ve been through,
Everything they throw at me is child’s play.
One more year and I’ll be free of them,
Never having to be reminded of that fateful night.
A lot can happen in a year...
April 28, 2020
Finding the Light - Book 3 in the Whitsborough Chronicles series
Unloved from birth.
Born into chaos and raised with hatred… my heart beats only to survive.
Existing only to prove I can and surviving because I refuse to show weakness.
The thin line between life and death swings precariously back and forth,
and I close my eyes as I take the next step.
Long lost feelings of belonging and love threaten to resurface… until I’m reminded of the monster that lurks just under the surface.
The suffering beast that lies in wait… for the perfect moment to claim what was always his.
Born into chaos and raised with hatred… my heart beats only to survive.
Existing only to prove I can and surviving because I refuse to show weakness.
The thin line between life and death swings precariously back and forth,
and I close my eyes as I take the next step.
Long lost feelings of belonging and love threaten to resurface… until I’m reminded of the monster that lurks just under the surface.
The suffering beast that lies in wait… for the perfect moment to claim what was always his.
March 30, 2020
I’m a blogger!
Hey hey!
So this is my first ever blog, I’m not much for words u less I’m telling a story. I do have some exciting new though! Book 2 for Whitsborough Chronicles is due out in a couple weeks, I will give you the blurb here.
Into darkness
It’s coiled so tight.
Wrapped around my very soul, the tendrils of hate burning incessantly as they burrow deeper.The darkness has claimed me for its own… and I refuse to disappoint it.
The blood of my father has coated my hands along with a few others, but I won’t stop now.
This is only the beginning and I have a list of wrongs that I need to make right.
I will do anything to protect the ones I love… even if it means more blood on my hands.
So this is my first ever blog, I’m not much for words u less I’m telling a story. I do have some exciting new though! Book 2 for Whitsborough Chronicles is due out in a couple weeks, I will give you the blurb here.
Into darkness
It’s coiled so tight.
Wrapped around my very soul, the tendrils of hate burning incessantly as they burrow deeper.The darkness has claimed me for its own… and I refuse to disappoint it.
The blood of my father has coated my hands along with a few others, but I won’t stop now.
This is only the beginning and I have a list of wrongs that I need to make right.
I will do anything to protect the ones I love… even if it means more blood on my hands.
