Famous Last Words (a Tomb of Ashen Tears Book 2)

by Kailee Reese Samuels

  Famous Last Words

  a Tomb of Ashen Tears Book 2

  Kailee Reese Samuels

  Famous Last Words (a Tomb of Ashen Tears Book 2)

  Copyright © 2019 by Kailee Reese Samuels

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including, but not limited to, photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author, except in the case of author credited, brief quotations in reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, actual events, locale, or organizations is entirely and purely coincidental.

  All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  E-Book Edition: July 9, 2019

  ISBN 978-1-947362-27-7

  Editing by The Red Pen Queen

  Famous Last Words is fiction.

  A dark psychological romantic thriller.

  Many liberties have been taken within the context of the story for the sake of the characters and the world of Juliet.

  This is not an accurate representation of life

  in a Texas prison.

  Let Sal Raniero entertain

  and give you an escape.

  Peace.

  W A R N I N G S

  are like cups of tea.

  This warning is here for a reason.

  This book is a work of fiction containing explicit, graphic, and violent material.

  If you’re not 18+, put it the fuck down.

  Please practice safe sex.

  Safe, Sane, and Consensual (SSC)

  and

  Risk-Awareness Consensual Kink (RACK)

  practices in BDSM.

  Communication is key and I do not believe anything should be swept under the rug - sexuality, gender orientation, race, age, or religion. If I help stir the cauldron of conversation and provide an escape for a few hours, I have done my job.

  Play hard and have fun. Be good and love one another.

  Enjoy the ride!

  Without further ado, here we go…

  Kailee Books

  Sal’s Beginnings – The SOS Series

  The Initiation

  Tea for Two

  Grunt

  Hopechest

  Sal’s Ugly Cry

  22

  Sal & Iris BDSM at The Juliet Academy

  Juliet

  Kinky Sex Magic - An Author’s Cut Novella

  Sal & Iris Mafia Romance – TAT Books

  Salt Kissed Love

  Famous Last Words

  Every Minute I Love You

  Sal’s Inner Circle – RIDE Series

  Fluff

  Bounce

  Raw

  Fantasy – Nocturne Series (Limited Release)

  A Shimmering Dream

  Sal’s Unholy Bromances – SONS Series

  Son of Saint

  Son of Angel

  Son of Cirque

  Son of Master

  Dark Romance/Psychological Standalones

  A&E

  She (She/He Book 1)

  He (She/He Book 2)

  Poppy

  Bad Girl

  Sal Raniero Thrillers (Assassin)

  Unspoken (Prequel to Hey Pretty)

  Series Bound Sets

  The Story of Salvatore

  Ride

  She/He: A Dark Romance Duet

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  Famous Last Words Playlist

  Listen to the music that inspired Famous Last Words on Spotify

  The Promise – Mint Julep

  Go! – M83 (feat. Mai Lan)

  My Type – The Chainsmokers, Emily Warren

  SORRY – Beyoncé

  Somebody Else – The 1975

  Better Now – Post Malone

  Secrets and Lies – Ruelle

  I Have Questions – Camila Cabello

  Piggy – Scala, Kolacny Brothers

  Lucid Dreams – Juice WRLD

  Rescue – Lauren Daigle

  Someone to Watch over Me – Sleeping At Last

  Hard Feelings/Loveless – Lorde

  Love Is Hell – Phora (feat. Trippiest Redd)

  Alpha Omega – Machine Gun Kelly

  Copy of a – Nine Inch Nails

  Death – White Lies

  Bad Mother F*cker – Machine Gun Kelly, Kid Rock

  Cloudbusting (2018 Remaster) – Kate Bush

  Burn It Down – Daughter

  Wait – M83

  Fine China – Future, Juice WRLD

  monster – 21 Savage

  Après Moi – Regina Spektor

  Ring Ring – Juice WRLD, Rvssian, Clever

  Without Me – Halsey, Juice WRLD

  Won’t Let Go – Juice WRLD

  My Tears Are Becoming A Sea – M83

  Breathe – Fleurie

  Unison – Björk

  Everyday Is Exactly The Same (Sam Fog vs. Carlos D Mix) – Nine Inch Nails

  Now or Never Now – Metric

  Swagga Like Us – T.I. (feat. Kanye West & Lil’ Wayne)

  Animals – Nickelback

  Small Doses – Bebe Rexha

  I Can’t Live Here Anymore –Daughter

  Leave The City – twenty one pilots

  More Than Words – Little Mix, Kamille

  Lost Without You – Freya Ridings

  Dead Souls (From “The Crow” Soundtrack) – Nine Inch Nails

  Unlikely (Stay With Me) – Celldweller

  Heart Heart Head – Meg Myers

  Landfill – Daughter

  East of Eden – Zella Day

  45 – Shinedown

  Hurricane – The Band of Heathens

  The Church And The River – Jennifer O’Connor

  Where the Dark Things Are – Kerli

  Legends – Kerli

  With or Without You (With Strings) – Scala, Kolacny Brothers

  Venus as a Boy – Björk

  Pagan Poetry – Björk

  Idioteque – Radiohead

  Father – Overcoats

  Family – Noah Gundersen

  Sound of Walking Away – Illenium, Kerli

  Are You With Me – Nilu

  Hurricane – Fleurie

  The Other Side – Ruelle

  rockstar – Post Malone, 21 Savage

  Warm In The Winter – Glass Candy

  Timebomb – Walk The Moon

  Need The Sun To Break – James Bay

  10,000 Miles – Sleeping At Last

  Everything About You – Ugly Kid Joe

  Hate Me – Blue October

  Roses – benny blanco, Juice WRLD, Brendon Urie

  Peer Pressure – James Bay, Julia Michaels

  Feels Like The End – Mikky Ekko

  Buried Alive – Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Dr. Octagon

  Hummingbird – Nilu

  Cloudbursting – Scala, Kolacny Brothers

  You can go your way

  I will go mine.

  Be merciful.

  That’s all I ask.

  Be merciful.

  Peace.

  Contents

  Need The Sun to Break

  I. Prelude to Vanilla

  1. Are you mad, Sal?

/>   2. 5-4-3-2-1

  3. White Icing

  4. Sobriety Hurts

  5. Original Boston Sin

  6. I Promise I’m Fine

  II. Fragile Vacant Things

  7. Be Careful Who You Trust

  8. One-Way Ticket

  9. Ghosts in Smoke

  10. Sinner, Sinner, This Ain’t No Chicken Dinner

  11. Matcha

  12. Battles No Matter

  13. Crack in the Ceiling

  14. SOS (Save One Sal)

  15. Hand Me My Cock

  16. Jolly

  17. Hazy Violet Cum Extraction

  18. 18 Long Days on the Wrong Team

  19. Shit. Hits. Fan.

  20. The Bitch to Save Us All

  21. Adversity & Agony

  22. 22 Silks

  23. The Prisoner

  24. Je Suis Lucien Tolan

  25. In My Blood

  26. Eight-Venom

  27. Pour Mon Mal

  28. Diffuse

  III. mia famiglia

  29. Starvation

  30. Emergent Moth

  31. Mock Up the Future

  32. Uprising of a Motherfucker

  33. Juggle Better, Boy

  34. On My Knees

  35. The Beginning of the End

  36. More Than a Breakout

  37. Insanity Trap

  38. In My Genes

  39. When the Gloves Come Off

  40. Refusal to See Anyone

  41. Training with a Dirty Ride

  42. The H.B.I.C.

  43. I.D.E.N.T.I.T.Y.

  44. Pretty Pink Bows

  45. The Stinger of a Sliver

  46. 116G7027F472L71869

  47. I Don’t Know Much About Owls

  48. His Darkness Is My Light

  49. An Olive Branch

  50. I’m Not A Nice Guy, Dammit

  IV. Chasing Rain

  51. Pure Love

  52. Swallow Tail

  53. Have you seen Sal Raniero?

  54. Come

  55. Last Hope

  56. POS (Pieces of Sal)

  57. We Could Be Brilliant

  58. Evacuation Route

  59. My Biggest Fangirl

  60. Fish Eye

  61. Raw Mushroom Interception

  62. Revolution in Hell

  63. Drowning Lashes

  64. Hacking into the Binary

  65. Are you a cowboy?

  66. A Crop of Circles

  67. Snow Burns Red

  68. You Can Have Two

  69. The Hard Bits

  70. Manifesto

  71. No Such Thing As Too Much Love

  72. A Smattering of Ruby Red

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  She/He - A Dark Romance Duet

  Ms. Samuels Notes

  Kailee Books

  “I should have been a pair of ragged claws

  Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.”

  – T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

  "You gotta get the Kid outta that hell.

  It's gonna kill him."

  – Dale Archer

  Need The Sun to Break

  “Trust me, Lucas,” she moans into my lips, luring with her blinking sapphires and gripping my hands. The clock comes into focus as the reality barrels under my nose. This is the end—our breakup—and the moment I fear most. Shattering my emeralds, I close my eyes, shut. “I’ll see you on the other side. Remember to chase the butterflies.”

  This is over.

  We are through.

  And this is what death feels like.

  As if in slow motion, the clock ticks, and the woman I love and no longer know spins away as she tosses the fedora. Her pretty blonde strands whoosh through the air as she steals my Bollé sunglasses off the dresser and adds them to her ensemble.

  I cannot breathe. I cannot think. Everything is such a fucked-up mess as the years disintegrate into nothing more than ash. The globule rolls into a massive boulder of nothingness as the high waves threaten its very existence.

  Tears stream down my cheeks as I touch my bare neck. Her leaving destructs in an instant, the massive gale swooping in and sucking up everything in her wake. She extinguishes my blaze in her siren monsoon. And it’s my own damn fault as I have given my all without care or regard to my safety—my protection—my salvation overlooked for the sake of keeping one—my Angel.

  The door shutting draws my wracked, naked body out of bed as I chase after the floating holy celestial being. I run fast over the embers without care. So fast the hot coals singe my skin and char my flesh from my bones.

  Opening the door, I ignore the gathering and roar at the black SUV in the distance, whipping up in a cloud of dust. “No!!!”

  She is gone.

  Iris is gone.

  She left me.

  I want to keep you and give you my all. I need to love you. Please come back. Come back and give me one more chance. Please rewind it all. This isn’t happening. None of this is real as I make deals with the devil in God’s house here in the middle of nowhere.

  “Lucas Salvatore Raniero?”

  “Yes, Sir?” I say to the men in uniform as the pulsing globule explodes in my hands.

  “You are wanted for the murder of Lydia Kettles,” he declares, spinning my body around and shoving me into the wall as my fury reignites, sparking into a fight. Flurrying through my dusty mental map, I rummage through the remnants to find Iris’ mother—Lydia Kettles—the last one connected to Daddy Gennaro and the only one I forgot to stash. Struggling against the men, I push and pull against their boundaries as they impose their threatening stance upon me. “You have the right to remain silent…”

  The rest of the words blur as the Miranda Rights clutch a noose around my neck, and a new Dominant takes control of my world. The silver cuffs cinch tight around my wrists as the rings tether my insidious monster.

  “It’s a beautiful day,” I snicker, “And this isn’t fucking over…”

  I

  Prelude to Vanilla

  1

  Are you mad, Sal?

  The Mistress

  May 2015

  The blast resonates through my soul.

  The impact of the bullet announces the start of a race to the finish line as chaos takes control. This point marks the instant where we no longer fight a quiescent battle but shout a declaration of war.

  Like soldiers in a line, we charge forward and do not think about the consequences. We do not consider losing or the savage cost of losses for a victorious attack.

  Right now, we remain enslaved. Trapped. Bound. And the only thing that matters is our freedom.

  Game on, motherfuckers.

  Collapsing to my knees, I feel his warm, thick arms embrace me—his version of a life rope. My fingers trace over the atramentous ink as I propel forward in absolute trust.

  His crossing the line between good and evil isn’t unheard of, but this unplanned move shocks my system to a dangerous level, perilously close to a breakdown.

  “You just shot Virginia Archer, Sal,” I mumble as he holsters his weapon like it’s just another day at the office.

  The cold, dark glint in his eyes is one I recognize but don’t want to see. The focused rage never directs towards me, but I’ve witnessed his unfaltering intensity more than once. It is always stunning and causes—lip biting, weakening of the knees, and drooling between the thighs. Sal is in his element. He is still beautiful. He is forever insane.

  Sal isn’t a monster, but a Master.

  “We gotta get out of here,” he rattles, thumbing through his phone and hitting a number. “Nowala.”

  As he puts the receiver to his ear, I demand, “Who are you calling?”

  “A friend,” he whispers, lifting a finger. “Hey, Tor…can you come clean this up?”

  Weaseling my way from his arms, I pace at the end of the bed and try not to stare at Dale’s mom’s dead body. I shake my head as my lips tremble.<
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  “Ya, it won’t take long,” he says, rocking on his heels to stand. “Simple. Direct. No mess.”

  Everything seems so surreal.

  Sterile. Factual. Uninvolved.

  I had come to kill her—the woman who sold me off to my father. My mother’s Bible beating family would have nothing to do with a child born out of wedlock, top it off with being the illegitimate child of a biker. I was a walking monstrosity. A hellcat. A soul-depleting spawn. A villain before my first birthday.