To Redemption (Whitsborough Chronicles Book 4)

by C. A. Rene

“Yeah,” Emmett rolls his eyes. “Even while looking for redemption he was still deceitful.”

  “This diary is creepy.” Vin mutters and we all look at him. “Your grandfather Jack was a weird man. A lot of people still talk about him. My mother said him and Rebecca were close and Debra was always jealous of it. But reading this, I know why.”

  “Yeah, that’s the one I read, too.” Emmett says sadly. “Looks like our grandfather was sexually abusing our mother.”

  I get up and force my way into Vin’s lap so I can see what he’s reading. He kisses my temple and points to a section of the page. ‘Today Daddy made me brush my hair over and over again without a top on’. My heart aches for the little girl who endured this treatment, was raped, then trapped, and ultimately murdered, all by brutal disgusting men. She just couldn’t catch a break.

  “Hey, it says here that your grandfather was sent a VHS of the rape. Do you have that? It would be considered evidence.” Travis says while reading a paper from our grandfather’s box. “Looks like my father wrote this. It’s his writing.”

  He’s reading the anonymous letter that was sent to my grandfather telling him to watch the tape of his daughter as the town whore and that he should consider sending her away.

  “Why was my father so set on getting your mother out of here?” Travis mulls it over.

  “Maybe because she remembered who raped her and she was building something against him?” I theorize.

  “You’re probably right, then she meets Raphael and falls in love and decides to leave this place behind her.” Vin mumbles.

  “Only to be subjected to another type of hell at his hands.” I am seething.

  “Why wouldn’t she go into witness protection though? Especially with you as a small child. She must’ve known Raphael would come looking for her when he got out.” Travis scratches his chin in thought.

  “I think she was always trying to find a way to Emmett. If she went into witness protection, she would have to let him go forever. Or maybe she knew Raphael had too many paid under the table and he would find her regardless.” I shrug.

  “This is a good start.” Emmett nods.

  “Let’s get Wade and that problem out of the way and then I can completely focus on this little disease of a town. I plan on raising my kids here, it needs to be purged.” I ground out.

  “Once the first one’s in here,” Vin pats my flat stomach. “The others will follow soon after.”

  “Oh yeah?” Emmett gets a mischievous gleam in his eye, “when will that be?”

  “After we get married.” Vin shrugs and my heart soars.

  “And when is that?” Emmett continues to badger him.

  “Two years, tops.” Vin states and I gasp.

  “Two years?” I look at him.

  “Tops.” He reiterates and kisses my mouth. “I better head over and check on my mom.” He places me on the couch and gets up.

  He saunters out of the room, his swagger full of quiet confidence. The way those particular jeans hug his ass, has me watching as his glutes flex with each step.

  “From the first day, that’s how she’s looked at him. No change.” Adri smirks.

  “Except when I made out with Travis.” I shrug.

  Travis chokes on his Gatorade and Emmett has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Adri, how did you take that?”

  “She was honest with me about it.” Adri smiles at me. “Plus she said she didn’t really feel it.”

  “Nope, neither of us did.” Travis leans over and places a sweet kiss on her mouth.

  Not many people would understand their relationship, fuck I barely did in the beginning and I was almost sure this shit was doomed to fail. But now I see how the three of them work and how Emmett buffers out the tension that’s always brewing between Travis and Adri. If it weren’t for him, they would end up killing each other.

  “What do you guys think of The Black Slaughter?” I ask as I twirl a piece of my hair around my finger.

  “What is that?” Adri’s eyes are wide. “Someone else you have to hunt down?”

  “No Baby,” I shake my head. “She is the huntress... The Black Slaughter.” I spread my hands over my head.

  “Sounds a little corny,” Emmett purses his lips. I narrow my eyes on him and he rolls his eyes. “But scary too.”

  “How’d you think up this name?” Travis smirks.

  “Andrew Cox told me this is the name I was given by the hunted here in Whitsborough. Widdle wabbits!” I fall over laughing.

  “My sister is mental.” Emmett chuckles. “Be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting wabbits.” He does an Elmer Fudd impersonation.

  “I’m hunting my bed.” Adri stands and yawns. “Love you Ember. Goodnight.”

  “Love you.” I say and watch as Emmett flashes me a wink and chases behind her.

  Travis gets up from his place on the floor and sits on the couch beside me. He looks slightly troubled and I know he’s been through so much. Him and I have a connection I don’t have with any of the others. I love Travis differently, he sees me and my very soul, as black and sticky as it is, and he loves me as if I am pure light. It’s hard to explain. Vin loves my dark soul and everything it encompasses, no matter what I do in life his love will never change. But Travis sees it for what it is and still deems me worthy of something higher, he makes me feel like I’m pure and that my dark soul is untarnished.

  “Hey, I have a question.” I say to him.

  “Shoot.” He throws me a grin.

  “How will you three get married?”

  “One of us will make it legal with Adri and then we will have a private ceremony for the three of us.” He’s thought of this.

  “Can I be Best Black Slaughter?” I flutter my eyelashes at him.

  “This is going to stick huh?” He chuckles, “and yes, you are my best everything.”

  See what I mean? He just sees me differently and I love him the most for it. I don’t care what anyone thinks, he’s my favourite but I would never tell any of them that. I saw him on the brink of death, I watched him in a coma for ten days, and then when he finally came back to us, I watched as his eyes changed when they landed on me. He was searching for my light.

  “So, Black Slaughter? Is this what Los Muertos face alter ego will be named?” He asks.

  “I think so.” I nod, “it sounds so ominous and dark. Just like me.” I smile at him.

  “You’re not dark.” He leans over and kisses my cheek. “Don’t stay up late.”

  I watch as he leaves the room and I settle back down on the sofa to read the rest of my mother’s childhood diary.

  2

  She’s sleeping when I get back to the house. Her body wrapped around the pillow I use on the bed. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing underneath, she’s asking for my dick, that’s what that means. I watch her plush lips open softly as she breathes deeply. She’s so fucking gorgeous, it hurts.

  The first day I laid eyes on Ember, I knew my life would be altered forever. I was finally hand delivered my soul’s mate and it was like God himself said don’t fuck this up. If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t change a single thing. Everything we’ve been through, our close brushes with death only solidified what I already knew. Ember and I were meant to love each other with every fiber of our beings.

  I rip my shirt over my head and drop my sweatpants to the floor. I’m hard as soon as I step into the room. I brought a surprise with me tonight and I don’t plan to let it go to waste. I crawl up the bed and move her onto her back. She lets out an adorable little snore and I chuckle softly as I slowly lift up the shirt she’s wearing. Her pretty little pussy sits there on display for me and I lean in to run my nose along her slit.

  “Mmm.” She moves a bit, “Vin?”

  Her voice sounds so fucking sexy when it’s raspy with sleep. This is why I love waking her just before I fuck the shit out of her. I spread her legs and lick a straight line from her asshol
e all the way to her clit and listen to her moan in appreciation. Her pussy becomes wet and I watch as the pretty little thing glistens with her arousal. I press my finger against her opening and push it inside, feeling her clench around me. I add one then two more and her pussy sucks me inside, greedy for more. Her wetness coats my fingers then begins to run onto my hand, I pull out and run the moisture along her puckered hole. Ember loves anal play, especially when my big dick spreads her to the point of pain.

  She sits up-now fully awake-and shucks her shirt off and onto the floor. Her tits bounce with the movement and my mouth latches on to a nipple while my hand grabs at the other. She is my one weakness, everything I do, think, see, smell, taste, is all Ember. Am I obsessed? Yes, I fucking am but so should any guy who’s completely in love with someone.

  She lays back, running her fingers through my hair as I hover over her stomach. There’s a new scar there now and the sight of it makes me want to murder the man who tried to kill her. Ember bows her back, bringing her stomach near my mouth. I lick along the scar and listen as she gasps then moans. She’s never shied away from me to hide her scars, they’re her battle wounds and she is beyond proud of each of them. Yes, Ember is physically beautiful-like I said before-painfully so, but it’s a very small portion of what I love about her. I don’t care what her skin looks like or how her face looks because the Ember inside is what really makes my heart pound.

  My face is back in front of her pussy and I dive in. Her taste is like honey on my tongue, sweet with a hint of tang, and I want that nectar coating my mouth. She doesn’t disappoint me as her juices run into my mouth and I slurp that up like an addict needing my next fix. My hands slide under her ass and my fingers clench into her crack, pressing into her rear hole. When she finally comes in my mouth with my name on her lips, I lift her up higher and push my tongue into her ass slightly. Her breath hitches and she tenses up.

  “Gotta work it out, Baby.” I look up and grin at her, “we’re having fun with this tonight.”

  “Oh?” She raises her eyebrow.

  I crawl back up her body, kissing my way and leaving a trail of her juices as I go. Finally, I am hovering over her face and I smile wider. Her lips twitch with a grin in response and her legs fall to either side of my waist. Her pelvis thrusts up and she rubs her soaking wet pussy along my shaft. It jerks and hits her sweet spot and I watch as her eyes roll and close on a moan.

  “Keep your eyes shut.” I demand and watch as her breath quickens as she complies with a slight nod. As tough and commanding as Ember is, she knows to obey me in the bedroom. She fucking loves it.

  I reach inside my pant’s pocket and pull out the vibrating butt plug and a small tube of lube. I still remember Ember watching that porn in the Columbia library, how she watched a woman take double penetration. She was curious and said she wanted to try but not by adding another man. If she did want another man, I would kill him in front of her and make her watch, then I would fuck her over his dead body. No other dick will ever come near her again, not without me ripping it off and feeding it to whomever it belonged to. Facts.

  I flip her onto her belly and she squeals in surprise. “Lift your ass up, show Daddy what’s his.” She gasps and does as I say, spreading her legs. “Pretty pink pussy.” I lean in and suck a lip into my mouth, I bite down and release it with a pop. Ember wriggles and moans. “Stay still.”

  She stiffens and doesn’t allow herself to move an inch as I rub the lube against her puckered hole and slowly slide two fingers in. “Good girl.” I praise her and continue fucking her ass with my fingers. Once she’s loosened, I lube the plug and slide it slowly into her rear hole. She exhales heavily but her ass is no virgin, it takes my dick’s pounding like a fucking champ. It’s fully seated in her ass and I give it a tug to test it, then I turn on the vibrations and Ember almost leaps off the bed.

  “Holy shit.” She gasps then groans into the pillow. “That feels… so good.”

  “That’s good Baby.” I coo as I rub my hand over her ass cheek. “Now open those legs, my dick is ready to destroy that pussy.”

  She does as I ask and I spread her cheeks open and start to push myself inside. Her head hangs and she begins to pant. I can feel the vibrations through the thin membrane and I groan as the tingles assault my cock. I can’t go slow tonight, she’ll just have to forgive me later. I slam the rest of the way in her and my pelvis hits against the plug in her ass.

  “Oh fuck!” She screams out and I feel her contracting around my cock. She’s coming and hard if her shaking body means anything. Her pussy is literally trying to suck the cum out of me, so I pound into her, reveling in the screams as she comes one more time and I spill myself so fucking deep inside her.

  I pull out and grin at the amount of wetness coating my cock and thighs. I love making her come this hard even if it does leave our sheets a fucking mess. Right now, she doesn’t give a fuck what she’s lying in, she can barely move. I reach over and switch off the vibrations.

  “Thank you.” She mumbles into the sheets and I chuckle as I slowly remove the plug. I watch as her stretched asshole slowly tightens back up. So fucking hot. I want to put my dick in there so bad but I know she’s done and would have none of it. Not for a few more hours anyways.

  I pick her up and carry her into her bathroom and run a bath in her girly clawfoot tub.

  “Add those smelly salts.” She still has her eyes closed and I chuckle as I kiss her nose.

  “Okay Baby.” I place her down into the tub and pour the salts under the running water.

  Then I kneel on the floor beside the tub and watch as the most important thing in my life soaks in a hot bath. She’s all mine.

  I tend to be the first to wake up in the morning in this house, then comes Travis as soon as he smells the coffee, after that Emmett and Ember creepily make their way down at the same time and Adri is usually the last to get up. I begin to make the coffee and can’t control the smile that keeps ghosting my mouth. I’m the happiest I have ever been in this moment and it’s because of everyone in this house, but mostly because of the first girl who stole my heart and hid it away forever.

  “Are you humming?” Travis leans against the counter beside me. He’s shirtless with a pair of plaid pajama bottoms.

  “No.” I scoff.

  “Yeah, you were.” He chuckles sleepily and rubs his eyes. “You guys were louder than usual last night.”

  “Sorry, man.” Not fucking sorry at all.

  “Emmett says his dick and balls have crawled back up inside him.”

  “He’s fucking weird, you sure you like him?”

  “Right?” Travis laughs and pours a cup of coffee. “I must be the weirdest, I fucking love the guy.”

  I knew there was something between those two before we even left for Spain. I had an idea we would come back to something going on, but I never imagined they’d be in a throuple-Ember’s word-and it actually working out. It really does fucking work, all one big happy throuple.

  “Vin!” Ember screams from the top of the stairs.

  “Yes?” I call out.

  “Get your ass up here.”

  “Can you come down here? I just poured my coffee.”

  Travis looks at my still empty coffee cup and then up to my face with a raised brow. I shrug and grin as I finally pour coffee.

  “Vincent Greene!” She screeches and both Travis and I screw up our faces.

  “Wooo!” Travis chuckles, “she called you Vincent.”

  “Haven’t been this excited in a while.” I wink at him.

  I hear her feet stomping down the stairs and straight into the kitchen. Emmett is close behind her with a confused look on his face and Adri looks like she’s downright half asleep.

  “Is there something you want to say to me?” Ember looks at me wide-eyed.

  “No?” I raise a brow. “I’m just making coffee.”

  “Vincent!” She forces my name out through her teeth.


  “Twice.” Travis mutters and coughs to cover it up. Emmett though is not so smooth.

  “Shiiiiit G, she’s calling your ass Vincent. What the fuck did you do?”

  “I haven’t done anything wrong.” I make myself look hella confused.

  “This, Vincent!” She lifts up her left hand and flashes the ring I slipped on there while she was sleeping. “What the hell is this?”

  “A ring?” I look at her like she’s crazy.

  Everyone at this point is completely quiet and staring at the diamond ring on Em’s ring finger.

  “Whose ring?! Why is it on me?!” Her voice is beginning to sound panicked.

  “That’s Nana Germaine’s ring. Ma has been keeping it for when I want to marry someone. I told her yesterday to give it to me and she did.” I reply and take a sip of coffee.

  Adri begins to hop on the spot with her hands over her mouth to cover the squeal that’s leaking out, while Emmett and Travis still stare wide-eyed at Em’s finger.

  “Are you proposing?” She asks quietly as her body begins to tremble.

  This girl can take down men twice her size, kill anybody for the right price and basically stare into the devil’s face without breaking a sweat, but this makes her quake in fear.

  “Nah Baby, I ain’t proposing shit.” I put my cup down on the counter and stand in front of her. “I’m telling you, we’re getting married. I put that on your finger because you will be my wife. Fuck proposing it.”

  A sob breaks free from her mouth and she jumps up into my arms, her legs winding around my waist.

  “That’s how it’s done!” Emmett claps and whoops. “Vin just laid claim, no matter what her answer was.”

  “What if I say no?” Ember says quietly into my ear while everyone is screaming and clapping.

  “You never had a choice. Don’t fool yourself.” I chuckle and lick her throat all the way up to her mouth and then I devour her. I plan on doing this for the rest of my life.

  3

  The Eastside Rampage operates out of a mostly underground compound in Hunts Point, New York. The area is an abandoned industrial part of the city and Raphael bought out most of the area years ago. My grandfather-originally part of the Cartel in Mexico-came to New York to establish a legacy for his sons. Raphael ultimately killed his two brothers and father to take over the Rampage and make it into the bustling illegal empire it is today.