Throne of Vengeance by Rina kent EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Rina kent
- Genre: Organized Crime Thrillers, Organized Crime, Romantic Suspense
- Publish Date: 11 February 2021
- Size: 1.4 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Avail for Download
- Price: Free
AGE FIVE
Tender hands stroke my shoulder, and the scent of milk
and honey infiltrates my nostrils.
It’s nice. Like summer and playing by the pool.
My eyes slowly open, and for a moment, I think I’m seeing
an angel with its white halo and soft touch.
It’s not any angel, though. It’s my angel, specially made for
me so the other kids can’t see her.
My mam.
My lips pull up in a smile, but for the first time since she
became my angel, she doesn’t return it. Her brows are drawn
over darkened eyes and her pale lips are thinned in a line.
“We need to go, sweetheart.”
“But it’s night. Ye said bad kids go out at night, Ma.”
“Aye, but not this time.” She strokes my long hair behind
my ear. “Follow me.”
I don’t. I just stare at her. Her clothes are wrong ’cause
she’s not wearing one of her beautiful floral dresses. This time,
she’s in black trousers and a jacket. It doesn’t look good, even
though she is the prettiest ever. She has soft skin like a baby
and cotton candy. Her hair is like the sun on a hot summer’s
day. Sometimes, I think my mammy came from the sun just to
be with me.
No one can escape the burning sun, aye? But Mammy did
just so she could be with me every day.
It’s not fun here ’cause I was born in a palace. Naw, it’s not
like the palaces from the wee stories Mammy tells me every
night. It’s a real one, pure huge one with many men dressed in
black and holding heavy metal things.
They keep watching me and Ma ’cause Da wants it. He a
big man, my daddy. He a leader, too, and no one raises their
voice when he’s there.
Mammy doesn’t play with me either when he’s around.
The men in black say I have a duty and can’t play ’cause
playing is for losers. I mean, what is duty? It’s not food, ’cause
our chef doesn’t cook it for us. Is it like the place we went to
in Ireland? People were so mean to Mammy there. I don’t like
them.
I only like Mammy ’cause she plays with me in secret and
has even built a wee tent where she can teach me and tell me
stories about wizards and magical ogres. I love ’em, ogres—
they’re massive and no one can beat ’em.
When I grow up, I’m gonna be an ogre to protect my
mammy from them daft men in black suits.
“Come on, Kyle. Be a good boy.” Her voice and lips
shake. The veins are visible under her skin even in the small
light from my side table’s lamp. When I asked her if she has
transparent skin, she laughed.
Mammy has the best laugh ever, like them wee sounds
from Daddy’s music CDs. It’s Mammy’s laugh that I think of
when he’s yelling at me because I’m being a brat. He doesn’t
like that I don’t stay with the teachers he brings me. They’re
daft and scowl like the guards.
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