SHADOWS OF THE CARTEL

Chapter Six: The Return of Shadows

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting an amber glow over the capital city of Orenia. Everything looked the same, but Areniel and Kendra felt none of its warmth. They had returned—not as daughters of betrayal, nor as girls of soft memories—but as trained vessels of vengeance.

Ten years ago, they had been stripped of everything: family, home, and even their names. When the river took them, it didn’t just carry them to another city; it washed away their past. Memoryless and vulnerable, they were rescued by a weathered sailor named Salvadore—a man whose grief ran deeper than the sea he sailed. The Mafia Boss, Don Cataldo, had murdered six of his daughters. The scar left behind had festered, and when Salvadore saw the cartel’s birthmark on Kendra’s shoulder, he saw not a child but an opportunity.

For a decade, he trained them in secret. Combat, infiltration, surveillance, strategy—skills no teenager should possess. But Areniel and Kendra weren’t normal teenagers anymore. They were weapons, forged with precision, sharpened by vengeance, and coated in silence. Their minds were rewritten. Their loyalty redirected. And their pain, buried deep beneath every blade they had learned to wield.

Now, they stood once more in Orenia. Their names were whispered by tabloids, their return covered by gossip columns and blogs. The world saw them as prodigies—famous young musicians whose talents were only outmatched by their beauty. No one knew what truly stirred beneath their composed exteriors.

Renelle had changed too, though she had remained in the country. She had fought hard to protect what little remained of their lives—music, fame, and their mother's legacy. But she hadn’t forgotten. The scar behind her ear still burned every time she heard their names. And now, her sisters were back.

The reunion was silent. No screams, no tears. Just a look between three girls who had once shared a womb and a grave. One was buried in memories. Two had been buried in water and reborn in fire.

They stood in their mother’s new apartment—a sleek penthouse overlooking the city skyline. It was the first time in ten years they were all together, but none of them dared to break the heavy silence.

“Do you remember?” Renelle finally asked.

Areniel’s gaze didn’t flicker. “No.”

Kendra said nothing. Her hand hovered near the hidden knife at her belt, more out of habit than necessity.

Their mother stepped into the room, aged by time and hardship, but with the same steel in her eyes. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “You’re here. And that’s enough.”

But it wasn’t. Not for Areniel. Not for Kendra. Not for Salvadore.

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Meanwhile, in the Cartel Mansion, Riley—the Mafia Boss’s daughter—paced her room. Her once overflowing social media accounts were dwindling. The return of the prodigies had turned her from a goddess into a ghost. Every trending topic, every song cover, every red carpet—the spotlight was shifting.

Her rage brewed in silence.

She went to her father that evening, a fire in her eyes. “They’re ruining everything,” she hissed. “People are obsessed with them.”

Don Cataldo looked up from his drink, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You care too much about attention.”

“They’re a threat,” she snapped. “Their mother betrayed you. And now her daughters are back. Famous. Untouchable. Unless... you touch them first.”

Don Cataldo considered it. His mind drifted to the past—the betrayal, the order, the son who vanished with one of the girls, and the storm that followed. For years, he had covered it up. But now, history was threatening to crawl from the shadows.

He called in two of his trusted men. “Make it look like an accident. Quiet. No drama. Bring them to me first.”

But he underestimated how deeply the shadows had shifted.

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The k********g was swift.

It happened the night before the girls’ grand performance at the Orenia Music Festival. A black van. Screams muffled by chloroform. Renelle never saw it coming. Kendra fought, but even she couldn’t stop a tranquilizer.

But Areniel? She vanished before they could even reach her.

Because she knew.

She had sensed the eyes days ago. Had felt the twitch in her instincts. And while Kendra and Renelle were dragged into the cartel’s hidden underground compound, Areniel tracked the shadows. She didn’t go to the police. She didn’t call her mother.

She went to Salvadore.

He was waiting.

“The time is now,” he said.

Areniel nodded. Her fingers curled into fists. “They took them.”

“I know.”

He handed her a small, silver box. Inside, a switchblade with their father’s initials engraved, now desecrated with an ‘X.’ “End the line. Burn it all.”

She slipped into the shadows of Orenia.

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In the compound, Kendra awoke to the sound of muffled screams.

Renelle was shackled beside her. Her arm was bleeding. There were chains around their ankles.

Footsteps echoed. Then a door creaked.

Riley walked in, dressed in white.

“I told him to kill you,” she said, her voice cold. “But he said something about leverage. So now I get to watch you suffer before you die.”

Renelle spat at her feet. “You’re sick.”

“You’re irrelevant.”

Kendra’s eyes narrowed. she was memorizing every detail—the guards’ weapons, the angle of the cameras, the distance to the nearest exit. her hands twitched against the cuffs. he wasn’t broken. Not yet.

But they needed Areniel.

And Areniel was coming.

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To be continued...