The Flesh Cartel, Season 1 by Rachel Haimowitz

Losing Dougie to foster parents for five long years after that.īut none of that- none of that-compared to the regret he felt now at what he’d let happen in that room with Nikolai’s sick-fuck pedo client. to news of the accident that’d killed them on the way home. Begging his parents to make the long drive to Bristol to watch some stupid fight, then pushing them away from the after-party ( I’m nineteen now, Mom, I don’t need a babysitter!), and waking up at 3 a.m. Being too afraid to leave home at eighteen when Coach Darryl had first offered to take him on. Mat had few regrets in life, but the ones he held on to, those were big. It’s all coming in season 3 of the Flesh Cartel.

A lavish party with all the debauchery Nikolai’s clientele could want. But Nikolai’s too good to let his slaves slip through his fingers-by death or by despair.Ī noose, a nighttime sky, a shared lover, an unexpected friend. Without each other to lean on and live for, a bleak future has become bleaker still. The critical question isn’t whether they can pass those tests, but whether they even want to. Dougie is tormented by a little voice inside his head-a fragment of his former self-that he cannot silence.Īnd Nikolai’s most difficult tests for the brothers are still to come. Mat’s leash is so tight it’s choking him. Unfortunately, no transformation, however well planned, is without its growing pains. Mat, a tightly reined dog, snarling and snapping but never allowed to bite. With a wedge at last driven between Mat and Dougie Carmichael, courtesy of Nikolai Petrovic’s expert manipulations, the brothers must each accept their new path forward: Dougie, a perfect slave, sweet and obedient and loving.

The Flesh Cartel, Season 1 by Rachel Haimowitz