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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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