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Confess. Repent, and be Further Damned.

ผู้เขียน: S Parker
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-24 00:49:49

Nick

The dead civi’s house is an active crime scene. I can’t go looking through his stuff for clues on exactly who turned him into a blood-sucking demon. The coppers would pull me over and haul me in for renewed interrogation if I attempted so much as a drive by that place. Detective overzealous no doubt has me flagged as a person of interest in this case, regardless of his superior’s orders to cut me loose. I’d be doing nothing but drawing unwanted attention to the Family by speaking with anyone related to the victims.

That’s why Father Sicillio so wisely instructed me to rest up and stay out of it. The other boys can handle the demon tracking, using the info the priests will have passed along from their daily meetings with our moles in the police department.

A cop going to confession is nothing out of the ordinary after all. Some of those Blues aren’t even informants, just bible-reading regulars of St. Christians parish, earnestly repenting for their impure thoughts, and their kills
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  • Damned Straight to Heaven   Another Fucking Mistake in the Making

    NickMy pants are still open and bunched around my thighs, cock spent but body still aching with need, as Christian fully strips while straddled right there overtop me. I take the hint and unbutton my shirt, yanking my dress pants and boxers the rest of the way down my legs and kicking them off to give him better view of this piece of meat he’s got such an appetite for. And hell, I could stare at that porcelain flesh, that slim stomach and tented cock for-- mere seconds before I’m all consumed with the need to pin him down and get right up inside of him again. Too fucking spent to be doing that just now though, even with his own hardened member sliding up along my shaft... He slides his hands over my bare backside, but hesitates, holding my eyes. “I want you to know you can trust me.” His cum-soaked fingers creep over into my crack. I can’t help but tense. “The word is ‘stop’, if you’re not ready yet.” That seems like a fucking taunt, a challenge. “You did say you were fucking me

  • Damned Straight to Heaven   The Familiar Dodge and Dance of Questions and Cravings

    Nick“You’re all dressed up, Nico,” he whispers right in my ear. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I meant to stay up waiting for him, but the second my head hit the pillow… I was out like a light. I’ve no idea how late it is now. I just know Christian is standing right there over me and… If he was stripping and throwing himself at me like Alessia was a few hours past, I wouldn’t even think twice about fucking him. That’s not why I’m here though, I sharply remind myself. I need answers, but I find myself murmuring, “Came running the second you smelt me, huh? Little desperate, don’t you think?” He lets loose a throaty chuckle, pulling away. My eyes track him lazily as he starts to pace around to the foot of the bed. “Waiting can be so unbearably boring, anxiety-inducing even…” I spread my legs, propping up my head. “Waiting for what?” He cocks his head. “Well, certainly not you, if that’s what you were thinking. I am forced to wait…” He gives an impish smile. “On a certain event.”

  • Damned Straight to Heaven   The Good Ol’ Police Chief’s Sniffing Around this Party, with New, Disturbing Evidence to Share

    NickI let Alessia dress me up like a fucking mannequin at a menswear store, complete with trendy scarf to hide my suck-marked throat. Then I drive her back over to the Bertinelli mansion and endure through the hours of her ‘little get together’ of three dozen other rich as sin socialites. I only keep from zonking out or snapping through the power of endless coffee refills and constant trips to the John, slipping off where it’s quiet whenever I get an opening. The only interesting guest at this party is one of old-man Bertinelli’s friends – the police commissioner. His meetings with the boss are usually covert, but today I spot him coming out of that office in broad daylight. Sure, he’s in casual dress, but with a full three dozen community-involved civis right outside, that seems like a pretty thin disguise. “Derosso,” he greets me, as I lower the lit ciggy from my lips and straighten from my stance leaning against the entry to the posh as hell water closet on the mansion’s main le

  • Damned Straight to Heaven   Lis Strips Me Down and Tries Her Handsy Best to Set Me Straight

    I never thought the boss would tell his little girl about the rat her intended fiance was sent to go execute – full on beat to death with a baseball bat. I think it’s far more likely Alessia here has been eavesdropping, digging away into everyone’s secrets... “It’s okay. I know you killed him, but talking to your mother… I can also tell it’s been hard on you.” Shit, what did ma say? Probably that I’d been having nightmares and all that crap. She has a major oversharing problem when she’s sauced. Lis cups a hand to my cheek. “Nicky, it’s okay! You don’t have to be cut out for daddy’s work. I like your sensitive side. You don’t have to put on a brave face. It’s just you and me. You can cry if you want to.” “Shit, Lis. I am not going to cry,” I scoff, pushing aside her hands. “And I do not want to talk about this shit. You should really just… can you please go. You got that luncheon to get to--” “Fine. We don’t need words,” she desperately cuts me off. “No more words. But… you don’t

  • Damned Straight to Heaven   Lis Strips Me Down and Tries Her Handsy Best to Set Me Straight

    NickAlessia seemed stunned speechless when first she barged into ma’s living room just to find me slumped shirtless on the sofa in an open bathrobe. “Shit,” I muttered. “Didn’t expect you over so quick. Wait here. I’m gonna go--” She’d already rushed straight up to me, pushing me back down into my seat with wide eyes searching my face. “Don’t get up. You really are so…” She swallows, fingers resting tentatively against the bare skin of my chest. “Banged up,” she concludes, lips splitting wide in a smile that does not at all match that grim observation. “And I said… I’d make you feel better. So…” She leans in closer toward my lips. “Are you happy to see me?” “Yeah,” I lie, gently lifting her off me. She’s got real cold hands. It’s unpleasant. You’d think Chris would be the one with the jarringly chill touch, being a reanimated corpse and all, but no. His flesh was warm, invigorating… I sure as shit hope Alessia can’t guess at any of the thoughts festering in this fucked up head of

  • Damned Straight to Heaven   Mea Culpa, and I’d Do Anything to Avoid the Atonement

    NickIt was stupid not to cover up the bite the second I climbed out of the shower. I just figured I didn’t have to yet. Ma and Carm already know I wound up in the hospital last time because of the blood loss from that newborn vamp’s assault and not just the car crash. They know about demons, and vampires, and all that shit, because it’s always been the family business.I don’t need to hide even my more bizarre injuries from those two. I tend to cover them up only if it’s something scary-looking, so they don’t worry too much. Even so, they avoid looking directly at the bandages and scars, because I guess they don’t like to think about it too hard. Father Sicillio on the other hand is eyeing my every injury like a hard-boiled detective presented with a fresh corpse. Four little red dots over my jugular instead of two, and he is bound to be noticing that. Though the fresher set is a lot better hidden inside the deep bruise of a hickey that Christian went out of his way to mark me with

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