The Isle of Sin and Shadows

by Keri Lake

Because the girl was certain Tonton Macoute would find her. And when he did, she would die. Just like the others.

i’m already confused

“I have a job that I trust only to the elusive Black Wolf.” The nickname has me inwardly groaning. It isn’t enough that the locals refer to me as a fucking werewolf, of all things, but the cartel has adopted this showy supervillain reputation, thanks to Julio, who made it a point early on in my criminal career to use a childhood scar as a means of branding me a dangerous sicario.

supervillain?

“Do not incline my heart to any evil thing. To practice deeds of wickedness with men who do iniquity; and do not let me eat of their delicacies.”

that’s a lot of words

Recalling the sight of my dead dog fuels me, igniting a rage from somewhere deep in my chest.

girl i GET this

Some say revenge isn’t worth it, that it doesn’t change anything, but whoever came up with that ignorant token of wisdom was either too scared to go through with it, or never gave thought to the alternative.

mhmmmm

The idea of the person who’d ruined your fucking life walking around free and clear, as if it never even happened.

MHMMM

Kitty corner from me,

what? you mean caddy corner?

The priest stands at the head of the gravesite, where Russ’s casket has been lowered into the ground.

JESUS THAT WAS FAST???

there’s such a vacuous emptiness inside of me, I can’t bring myself to feel much of anything.

): understandable

Because it’s finally sank in. I’m alone. Completely and utterly alone.

i didn’t know we’d be discussing grief. the worst emotion i’ve ever experienced

These days, I try to document as many moments as I can, because I’ve come to learn that the mind is not a reliable enough storyteller of the past. Its memories are an ever-changing landscape that moves and slides with time. Like a viscous liquid that can be poured into any shape.

this is, unfortunately, true

anger mingling with the pain and fear I can’t bear to face right now. Doesn’t matter that the words are harsh and untrue, it feels good to be furious. I prefer it over the pain.

a-fucking-men

Long, black hair spills over the top of the figure’s head, concealing the face, while it stalks like a spider down the wall to the floor.

oh my god????

“As above, so below,” she whispers.

what the fuck is going on

These dreams are so vivid sometimes, sapping the energy right out of me.

girl i don’t think that was a dream

One I always thought was there, from the moment my father up and left us.

IS HIS DAD RUSS?!?! that’d be kinda weird

“No. I don’t mean pee.” Shit. Shit. Shit.

hahahaha

“If you must know, I happen to appreciate ugly things. Take your attitude, for example. I could easily tell you to piss off, but I can appreciate that being a jerk is as much a part of your genetics as that pretty face.”

i fuck with her, hard 😂

Language detected: French. Translation: Hooker. The prick called me a hooker? A hooker? Seriously?

HAHAHAHA

Then again, no one’s ever stolen my blade before.

i love her

Abandoning my curiosity, I exit the room

we ain’t gonna just skip that & pretend we didn’t see some ghoul WITH RED EYES

The fact is, I don’t know what I want. Like I’m rummaging through life’s big pantry, trying to decide what tastes good. My heart is starving for something I’ve never had before, but the ache in my chest feels masochistically good. It’s a reminder that I’m still alive. That I still crave something from this world. And the beauty in all that rejection lies in never having to mourn the end of something that was never there to begin with. Like cutting open a dry vein with no fear of bleeding out.

poetic?

The fear of intimacy thing might actually be legit, because I have a feeling that, if I really cared for these men, if I allowed myself to fall in love instead of lust, it’d probably destroy me, anyway.

this was so me years ago. i still struggle sometimes

“Now what the hell does moiselle mean?”

i’d love to know

“Give me my fucking knife, Thierry.”

i think i’m falling in love with HER, not him

“This is where you kept me, isn’t it? Where you hid me away,”

this is fucking wild

but all I see beneath the feigned lust is sadness.

big oof

bonne nuit.” “Bonne nuit,” she mocks, clearly pissed that I’ve rejected her again.

😂

“What good is giving me a gun, if you still hold an advantage over me?” “To give you something to play with, so you’ll stop busting my balls. Now turn. The fuck. Around.”

banter is really good

mal au coeur.”

whut? I DONT SPEAK FRENCH. I NEED TRANSLATIONS

“Did you ever watch that movie, The Witch? Remember Black Phillip? The goat? Kinda evil. Kinda scary to look at. But super-hot, deep voice? Yeah. That’s you.”

HAHAHAHA OH MY GOD. true

“Somehow, this doesn’t feel like a compliment.”

it is. in a fucked up kinda way

“Because it’s like any destructive force of nature. Too much creates imbalance. And a love that strong would consume a person. Put everyone around them at risk. Love kills.”

🤥

He sets me down on the cold tiles of the bathroom, and I fall to my knees as a torrent of vomit spews into the toilet,

gross…. but we’ve all been here

At the soft feathering of his fingers across my breast, his gaze shoots to mine. Not a breath later, he wraps his palm around my jaw and pulls me to his lips.

WAIT WHAT NEITHER OF THEM KISS PEOPLE. how cute

Blackness swallows me.

this is an awful fever dream. what the fuck

I can’t. Oh, God, I can’t, and I must be sick for this. So fucked in the head that he might as well finish me off.

sweetie. you’re not fucked for enjoying something that derived from trauma. it is normal, in its own weird way

“My name is Thierry James. Bergeron is my mother’s name. My father is Russ James.”

i called this in the first few chapters😂

Nine years ago

OH FUCK OFF

What makes her so different that I’d sell my fucking soul for her right now, if she asked? She’s crazy, that’s what.

ya know what? i fuck with that

I don’t know what it is that I love so much about a man’s cock, but the mere sight of it waters my mouth.

that makes one of us

“Je suis fou de toi.”

i do remember this one from french class. oui oui.

Which means I’m going to have to make good on a promise.” “What promise?” 38 THIERRY “Crawfishing?”

hahahahaha

La lune. Les étoiles. Ma Céleste. The moon. The stars. My Céleste. It’s here, in this moment, that a ludicrous thought enters my mind, and I realize what lengths I would go to, to keep her. I would take on the most dangerous cartel in Mexico for this woman.

how romantic

“I’ll be okay. He’s terrified. And probably exhausted after tonight. He shouldn’t be here.”

ugh dude he’s fine. YOU are not

Oh, God, I shouldn’t have left her! Please find her!”

yeah. no shit. this is really stupid.

“Boudreaux. Joelle and Hal Boudreaux.”

i don’t remember if this is crazy or what. i don’t remember the name lmao WAIT THATS HIS NEIGHBORS OMG

“Au contraire, Cous’. You da one who should feel regret right now.”

WHATTTT

Seems I’m just as jealous as he is.

that’s not jealousy??? we are talking about rape. there’s no “jealousy” when your girl gets raped?? it’s rage, revenge for what the other person TOOK from her. what the fuck. this really rubbed me the wrong way

It’s been years since I last hesitated to kill someone.

i’m fucking confused. this would be the easiest kill of my life