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Wicked Blaze Correctional (The Wronged Book 1), page 1
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Horror of your Heart
M. Sinclair
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Wicked Blaze Correctional. The home to the most dangerous criminals of each realm.
Drake had sent me here, to ruin me. To destroy me and any memory of his egregious act that could incriminate him for being the homicidal maniac he was. What he hadn’t counted on? Me. He hadn’t counted on my strength and my magic rising up to become the scariest damn thing in this place.
It helped that I had a human by my side that showed up to breakfast every morning covered in blood. I should probably ask Dimitri what that was about one of these days. Don’t forget Milo! An Ink Mage with the nifty ability to not only interpret dreams but to change them, as well as reality itself. Did I mention he was absolutely mental, maybe it was because of the insomnia? I don’t know what to tell them about one of the lead guards, Vaughn, who keeps claiming I am his ‘mate’ and promising to get me out. Or how to explain the odd feeling I have about the new inmate that just showed up, seeming a bit too sweet for this place.
There is something changing in the air though, something different than what has been going on the past six months, so what has been changing? Maybe it's the magic eater that keeps floating by my cell every morning? I didn’t care what the change was as long as I got out. I had a witch to kill and I wasn’t going to be able to put Drake in the ground from here.
Welcome to Wicked Blaze Correctional - Book 1 of the Wronged Series. This trilogy will be a fast burn reverse harem filled with dark subject matters, a strong FMC, and insane men. This institution isn’t like any correctional facility you’ve read about before. It’s brutal, cut-throat, and there are no rules except that you can’t leave until your sentence is done… which is never. Follow Valentina and her men on a journey filled with revenge, steam, and strong characters that don’t fit the norm of society. A bit crazy? That is just their normal.
This Fantasy medium/fast burn RH contains several dark themes that readers should be aware of: swearing (I know surprising, right?), gore, violence, assault, and sexual themes suitable for +18. Additionally, this book does have mature light m/m themes that develop over time. Additionally, this book does end in a ‘light cliff-hanger’ which is defined as questions left open for the continuation of the series.
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Prologue
Dimitri
The cold dawn crawled over the frozen landscape of the prison yard as I sat on the cement stairs that led from the cafeteria, watching the sunrise. My cigarette hung loosely from my lips as I exhaled smoke into the frozen air. I could smell the blood soaking my black and white striped uniform and see the crimson staining my hands and fingers. They twitched slightly wishing to be back around his throat again, just for one more kill.
The man didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her, let alone try to hurt her. That was why I had strangled him instead of finished the kill in my normal method. I didn’t like that he was breathing her air. I had wanted it to stop, sooner rather than later. Fury rolled under my skin and I chuckled softly, knowing that she would be furious if she ever found out I’d killed him for her. I couldn’t help it though. Anyone that posed a threat to her was instantly walking death row. It was a compulsion to kill for her and the worst part? I had absolutely no supernatural heritage to blame it on. I couldn’t blame it on the bloodlust shifters experienced. I couldn’t blame it on the inherent insanity most magic users experienced. I couldn’t even blame it on a vampire’s need to consume blood. No, I was a human in Wicked Blaze Correctional. A place that was so bad it had to exist in a completely different realm because it housed the worst of the worst.
That wasn’t how I had ended up here though.
No, I had followed her here. I’d been following her for years now, ever since she had first graced my dark life with her burning rage. Since that suspended moment in time, I had been watching her. I had been keeping her safe without her knowing. I had avenged every person that had done wrong to her. I didn’t need her to know or to have her gratitude, I just needed her. I would call it pathetic but that would signify that I fucking cared about my mental well being. I didn’t.
I had been hours away from killing myself when she’d appeared, like an angel that offered me redemption in the form of a reason to continue. A reason to live. Some, well most, would call it obsessive. Maybe, insane. Totally mental. I just defined it as my reality.
I’d grown up in the supernatural community my entire life, despite being human and living on Earth realm. I hadn’t been adopted by a loving family but instead dropped and abandoned at the only place that would take me. An orphanage that housed supernatural children. They had assumed I simply hadn’t come into powers yet because why else would someone go out of their way to drop me there if I wasn’t supernatural. By the time I reached fifteen, it was clear that I was very much human, but I’d been exposed so they placed me with a foster family that constantly beat on me. After all, I was a human living with shifters, dominance reigned supreme.
Eventually, I had reached my breaking point. I no longer had a reason to live and no one seemed to want me to. It had been a Tuesday afternoon, around noon, and my plans had been set in stone for that evening. Then our teacher had announced we would be getting a new student. That wasn’t very unusual and the school itself wasn’t specifically a supernatural one, it had a combination of clueless humans and predators. Then, at the door, a divine angel had walked in and hit me like a fucking inferno. A searing sun in my universe.
The only regret I had was that I hadn’t been able to slice through the skin of the man that had put her here. I would though. Mark my words, he was a dead man walking. He’d locked her up here thinking she would be destroyed but instead the woman had risen to the challenge. I turned myself in the minute I’d heard she was being sent away for some bullshit arsonist charge. I had skipped right over the human legal system and gone straight to the board of witches in the nearby coven. I’d admitted to my recent killings, human and witch, and they had locked my ass up faster than I could finish my admittance of guilt. Apparently, they hadn’t thought thirty-four killings in one year was nearly as much of an accomplishment as I did.
I was a serial killer.
I was a stalker.
I was a man that had one purpose and it was to live for the woman locked inside the same walls as myself.
“You’re smoking break is over,” A guard snapped as I rolled my eyes, standing up and walking toward him. He didn’t bat an eye at the blood covering me. That was the least awful thing he’d seen this morning, no doubt. Wicked Blaze Correctional wasn’t like any place you have ever experienced. The only fucking rule was that you didn’t leave the grounds until your sentence was over. The guards were happy if you killed one another because it was less work for them.
I was really tall so I had to duck under the door frame slightly to enter into the building, my vision instantly assaulted with a sea of black and white uniforms scattered around the cafeteria for breakfast. Voices quieted as I walked past and I had to stop myself from smiling. I may not be a supernatural creature but that didn’t mean I wasn’t a predator. That I wasn’t death. It was smart to avoid me but even smarter to avoid her. After all, she was the one I would actually kill for.
My eyes traced the room and I instantly found the figure I was looking for. Springy chocolate and onyx curls surrounded her ivory face that featured soft pink lips and large arctic blue eyes. The woman had the face of an angel. It was deceiving, but not only because of the tight sexy figure she had, causing me to think anything but angelic thoughts. Today she wore a half top, showing off her tiny waist that I could span my hand across and her breasts that were pressed against the white shirt that matched the long pants she wore. I wondered what her reaction would be if I decided to fuck her in the middle of this room? She would probably incinerate me.
Valentina. She had the face of an angel, a body built for sin, the heart of a so ciopath, and a brain that any serial killer would be jealous of. I would know. She was a vicious little thing that had grown only more lethal in the past six months. Drake had fucked up by putting her in here. He had assumed she would die. Instead, she had become a hellish, sexy, nightmare that was bent on getting the fuck out of here and seeking revenge.
“Dimitri,” Valentina’s voice was light and upbeat as those gemstone eyes lit up with a devilish light at my appearance. She just assumed I had killed someone. If she’d known it was for her she would be pissed. Both of her friends looked around refusing to meet my gaze. “You look good this morning, did you change something?”
I smirked at her commentary, reaching her and pulling out a chair so that I was facing her from where she sat on top of the table. An exhausted voice echoed from near us, “It must be his sunny fucking disposition.”
My little druid, Valentina, came from one of the darkest lines of magic on Earth. Even now as she turned her head to look at Milo with an amused smile, the darkness radiated off her. It was an inferno of black and red that attempted to sear everything around her. As usual, I was instantly turned on whenever I was around her.
“Sunny is exactly how I would describe it Milo,” She chimed.
Milo was insane. No that wasn’t a joke. The asshole probably hadn’t slept more than five minutes in the past six months. On Earth, he had admitted to having been diagnosed with insomnia, schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder, and a bunch of other fun shit that the humans had deemed him worthy of. I knew exactly what was wrong with him though and it had nothing to do with any of that bullshit. The man was insane because his magic was screwed the fuck up. He was an Ink Mage but he had the ability to influence dreams to the extent of making people feel as though they were stuck in their own worst nightmares. I wasn’t scared of Milo but cautious was a good word I would use to describe how I felt. It was like dealing with a bomb that had been put together wrong. It would no doubt blow the fuck up but you just didn’t know why or when.
I was also, a bit fucking annoyed because sometimes he got to kills before I did. My future victims dead by killing themselves long before I arrived at their cell. I couldn’t blame him completely, he just showed his brand of obsession a bit different than myself. I wasn’t positive he even knew he was doing it fully because half the time he seemed in his own world. Did he realize he was killing for her? I had to imagine he did since his entire room was filled with sketches of fire and her. Abstract no doubt but very much her.
I have to admit, I had grown used to the kid despite only knowing him for half a year. I mean, I would still kill him if he fucked up but he didn’t annoy me like most people did. Well, except when he stole my kill from me.
The little seductress in front of me froze as the new batch of prisoners began to enter. Her eyes narrowed on them and I would have let loose my own growl at all the men looking at her, but it would be useless. There were three women in this goddamn place and she was friends with the other two, both of them absolute loonies.
Rebel, if I remembered her name correctly, was talking to herself while June picked at her fingernails murmuring a song. It shouldn’t fool anyone though because I had seen the pixie bite someone’s finger off and the fairy use a fork to stab a man’s eye. I wasn’t positive what they were in for but it wasn’t because of some stupid bullshit like Valentina. In a way, I was glad they were friends with her because their loyalty was unbendable. I could appreciate that.
“Have you eaten yet?” I asked her quietly as her narrowed eyes looked down at me and softened just a tiny bit. Enough to know she appreciated that I’d asked.
“I haven’t,” She stretched and I didn’t bother to hide my appraisal of her silky skin. My hands twitched to touch her and as if she knew what I wanted her arms went out to brace my shoulders as she slid off the table. My hands tightened on her waist as I breathed in her spring floral, nearly clover, scent that surrounded me.
Once she was standing, I pulled my hands back afraid I would never let go or worse I would kiss her. She spoke to the four of us, “Anyone want to join me?” I could see a small heat and amusement in her eyes, making Milo groan because it wasn’t unusual what happened on days where there were new prisoners.
Without actually waiting, she slid past both me and Milo and I turned to watch her fine ass walk towards the line and cut in front. I could hear men making comments and yelling at her but she just continued her path, a spark lighting in her eyes as the rest of the room, those who knew her, went silent. As she stepped in front of the first new inmate, everyone winced, excluding the four of us, as he put a large meaty paw on her tiny shoulders and attempted to yank her back. Valentina barely moved and instead, she turned and stepped up to look into his face.
Quiet words were exchanged and the man’s face turned redder. Finally, he grabbed her arm, shaking her, and calling her a ‘bitch’ making me see red. Yet, with all the calm in the world, Valentina’s power shimmered over her skin in a black and red wave before the man screamed out, his hand turning into cracked ash all the way up to his elbow before falling to the ground. After a moment and flicking ash from her shoulder, she smirked and turned back around, going back to gathering her breakfast.
Despite killing for her, I would never suggest the woman wasn’t capable of handling herself. She was terrifying and it made me want to fuck her senseless. She could kill me and I would find a way to come back from the dead just to breathe the same air as her. Shit. Honestly, the idea of her putting in the effort to kill me was attractive. Healthy. I know.
The room grew quiet as everyone avoided her eye contact. Sitting her cute ass on my lap, I wrapped my arms around her and Milo offered her an amused headshake.
“Today is going to be a good day,” She noted with a grin.
I hoped it would be, my victim this morning hadn’t screamed or bled as much as I would have liked.
Chapter 1
Valentina
Wicked Blaze Correctional was unlike any institution I’d had the displeasure of attending. There were an array of factors that made it so unique and I could admit, fairly, that some were to the benefit of those that were stuck here.
First, despite the horrible treatment and lack of rules, every inmate had their own private cell. They didn’t have locks on them which was a fucking problem, but when the door was closed it gave you some level of privacy. Sort of.
Each cell was maybe the size of an office, with three walls, one of them being the one with a massive metal door. In the corner there was a shower, with a drain and slanted floor so your room didn’t flood. A toilet, a sink, and a small twin bed decorated the space on the other side. I suppose it was pretty comfortable. Mine specifically had a small table and a chair that I had taken from the small reading library they have and never fucking use. What? They had a shit ton of furniture and literally no one was ever down there.
Of course all of this was no doubt an attempt to make up for the fucking fourth wall. My eyes flickered to the metal grates, long tall bars, that showed off the dark frozen landscape of realm we inhabited. You would think having such an easy escape would be dumb as fuck, right? I could easily fit through them. I wasn’t particularly small, maybe around 5’6 and had a pretty great ass, if I was going to not be humble. Which I wasn’t. I didn’t have a humble fucking bone in my body. I was lucky I had been able to maintain my figure despite the horrible food here. But anyway, the bars had enough space I could fit through them. Dumb, right? It wasn’t. Not only was it a 50 story drop, possibly more, but there was something far darker out there that no one wanted to risk getting caught up in.
Magic eaters.
Possibly the only thing I would admit to being afraid of. They floated past, their crimson forms like eerie ghostlike figures, with elongated faces and open mouths. The things of nightmares. I inhaled, shaking slightly knowing that they didn’t need a fucking excuse to slip past those bars and drain the magic from me. Slowly and painfully. Maybe that was why the rest of this horrific place seemed so unintimidating. Technically, they weren’t killing you, just removing your magic… but if you are made of magic like shifters or fae, then what is really left when they are done? I leaned back against the stone wall and wished that the night curfew hadn’t come so fast. It wasn’t like today had been an especially amazing day but it was easy to be strong when I was around Milo, Dimitri, and even my two friends. When I was alone though? It was harder. It was easier to overthink about my future or lack thereof.
