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CHAPTER 112. ALMOST LOST HIM.
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CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him CHAPTER 113. MAD TEMPER.
BLAZE.The man's eyes widened, and he looked up at me, his face bathed in the warm glow of the desk lamp. He let out a deep sigh of relief. "Th-thank you—oh, God, thank you—""If I ever see your face again, you won't make it out the door," I said. "Sergio. Throw him out."Sergio grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and shoved him toward the door. The man muttered a slew of nervous apologies as he was pushed out the door. Then, with a wave of relief, the heavy oak door closed.It did little to soothe the fire in my gut. If anything, it made it worse.I tossed the cigarette into the glass ashtray, grabbed the crystal tumbler off the desk, and poured the last of the whiskey into the glass. I drank it down in one gulp, the burn of the alcohol sinking into my lungs on the way down. I needed another drink, and another, and another.The glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the third try as I fumbled to grasp it.I needed to get out of this room, to get out of this penthouse, to
CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him CHAPTER 112. ALMOST LOST HIM.
BLAZE.The surgeon wiped the sweat from his brow under the bright lights of the hospital hallway."How is he?" I asked. My voice was not my own; it was a broken and hardened mask of utter fear."The surgery to repair his lacerated spleen was successful," the doctor stated, looking me up and down. "And we were able to stabilize his vitals for now. However, he lost a considerable amount of blood. His body took a beating, and he needs a transfusion.""Take mine," I said, walking up to him. "I am a universal donor, so I can give him my blood. Please."I never begged before to save a life, and it did not feel good, but as long as he was given a chance to live, I would not feel guilty about it.The doctor did not say a word, which made me angrier than I already was. "What are you waiting for?" I growled. "Do it."The doctor was taken aback by my sudden demand. "O-okay. We need to run a crossmatch first and screen for incompatible blood types and possible disease transmission to ensure there
CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him CHAPTER 111. VERY BAD NEWS.
BLAZE.I glanced into the rearview mirror, silently cursing to myself.Sure enough, my car shot out from behind the semi-truck, weaving around the passing cars in the middle of the road.I slammed my foot on the brakes, throwing the luxury black Bentley into a hard, side-sliding stop as I turned, watching the car spin out of control before hitting the concrete guardrail at the edge of the road. Metal screeched, twisting and bending with an agonizing sound as the front end of my car turned sideways and flipped over on the hood of the semi.My heart pounded against my ribs, stopping dead when I spotted Micah's head lolling against the windshield of his car as it lay sideways on the asphalt road."Micah."I threw the car into park, yanking open the door before the car had even come to a complete stop.I ran toward the wrecked car, the sound of the wail of approaching sirens ringing in my ears. The front end of Micah's car was crumpled, the windshield spiderwebbed and smeared with blood a
CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him CHAPTER 110. BAD CRASHING.
MICAH.The atmosphere inside the car was thick with tension.My mouth moved, my throat locking up in the process. My palms were slick against the steering wheel, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I was sure it would crack them. Up close, Blaze's face was a mixture of expressions, none of which were the warm, inviting face I had been begging for over the past few weeks."I asked you a question," Blaze said, his voice frighteningly gentle. "Why are you tailing me?""I wasn't—" My voice cracked, dry and frail. I swallowed hard, my hands shaking as I tried to laugh off the whole occasion. "Trailing you? That's ridiculous. I was just—I had errands in this very, very special dead-end gravel lot. Very important clerical errands. You know how the diocese is about—""Stop," Blaze said, cutting me off mid-sentence.He looked me up and down, his gaze piercing through every lie I had just told him. "Are you playing with me, Micah? Is that what this is? You call, you hang up, you run away
CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him CHAPTER 109. TRAIL HIM.
MICAH.The screen had gone dark, reflecting the cold, hollow feeling in my gut. I had no intention of picking it back up. I was blocked.Sudden panic overtook me, and within ten minutes, I was stripping off my black cassock, shoving a grey hoodie and a pair of jeans over my head, and running out of the rectory. I didn't care about the morning mass that was just beginning. I didn't care about Jeremy's inquiries echoing after me as I ran or the mound of parish records waiting for me on the desk.I fumbled with the keys in my pocket, and when my fingers finally wrapped around the familiar jingle, I was out the side door and in the driver's seat of my car. The engine sputtered and roared, giving a rough, almost startled cough that mimicked my own heartbeat.I pulled the car into reverse and shot out of the church parking lot.My knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as I drove the twenty-minute route back across the city, replaying the angry, hollow automated message in my head. At
CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him CHAPTER 108. THE BREAKING POINT 2.
MICAH.My blood ran cold, and I dropped the piece of cloth in horror, whirling around so fast I almost tripped over my own robes.Blaze stood nearby, at the end of the aisle, his hands plunged deep into the folds of his coat. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the floor, framing his angular features. His piercing gaze met mine, and all the air seemed to leave the church in an instant."How..." My voice failed me, and I had to clear my throat. "How did you get in here? The side doors are locked from the inside—""You left the vestry door unlocked when you had a breakdown about table linen," Blaze said, advancing slowly, never taking his eyes off me. "And you did not answer my call. Why did you hang up, Micah? Are you running away?""Running away?" I scoffed, threw my hands up in exasperation, instinctively leaning on sarcasm to mask the weakness in my knees. "Excuse me, but I'm running from the amount of dust you're bringing into the cathedral with those shoes. And for you
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