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134: LIES, BETRAYAL, BLOOD.
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Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 153: AN ENEMY TURNED ALLY.
EZREAL’S POVThe warehouse rose out of the fog like a scar that never healed. I have been here once. Some days after I got released. Corrugated metal. Broken windows. Old blood soaked into concrete no one bothered to scrub clean anymore. A place where deals were made and bodies were forgotten. Callum had chosen it deliberately, because he knew that there would be bloodshed today. Vincent cut the engine a block away. We stepped out into the cold morning air, silence thick as smoke. Somewhere above us, snipers watched through scopes, breath steady, fingers disciplined. My men. My ghosts.“Are you sure you want to walk in?” Vincent asked quietly.“I wouldn’t have come otherwise.”We moved on foot. The large doors at the front were already open, light spilling from within like an invitation that expected refusal. I didn’t hesitate. Callum Scott stood in the center of the warehouse, hands clasped behind his back, tailored coat immaculate against the ruin around him. Older than me. Smarter
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 152: MY BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BARON.
I don’t want to protect you from the world anymore.I want to own the world so it knows not to breathe wrong in your direction.EZREAL'S POV I met his gaze. Vincent had bled with me. Buried men with me. He knew the weight of what Callum represented—and what it meant that he’d finally stepped out of the shadows.“Prep the route,” I said. “Unmarked. No digital trail. I want ghosts. Make sure there's no surveillance. We need to avoid any civilians or forces there.”“Already thinking the same,” Vincent replied. Then his eyes sharpened. “What about the priest, boss?” That name still did something dangerous to my chest. He had told me he didn't want to be the last to know.But right now, I didn't want him to worry about me. We'll make good on my promise from tomorrow. This was something I wanted to handle alone. He would never let me leave the house without an escort. “I’m going to him now,” I said. “After that—tighten security. Triple rotations. No one inside his wing without your cleara
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 151: THE GAME OPENS.
Give me your worst, your rage, your ruin—I’ll swallow it whole just to prove my loyalty tastes sweeter than forgiveness.EZREAL’S POVFor a moment, I didn’t react. Not because I didn’t hear Vincent, but because some truths land so cleanly they don’t need impact to hurt. “Say that again,” I said quietly.Vincent’s jaw tightened. “Tom escaped. We found the guard unconscious in the east corridor. No alarms triggered. No forced exits. He had help all along, Boss.”Of course he did. How could I be so stupid to not see that it was an inside job? I exhaled slowly and rubbed a hand over my face. “Who?”Vincent hesitated. That was enough to answer my question. “Marcus,” he said finally. “He was scheduled on the inner rotation. He disabled the cameras for forty-seven seconds. Just enough time.”Marcus. Loyal on paper. Quiet. Efficient. I’d promoted him myself two years ago. All along he had been working for the enemy and I had no idea. Fuck. I nodded once, my eyes not leaving Vincent. “Where i
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 150: MY PRECIOUS CARGO.
You ask if I could ever walk away. I ask if you could ever cut the stars from the sky and expect the night to remain whole.EZREAL'S POV I thought he'd lunge at me again. But he just laughed and looked at me. “You can't keep me here. Since you've realized that I'm the best assassin money can buy, you should also know that no prison or fortress can hold me. You chose a perfect weakness, Ezreal.”“Take him out, Vincent. And make sure he doesn't escape.” I told him and he nodded. Tom just smiled and turned to Baron.“See ya later, lover boy.” He said as Vincent dragged him out and the door slammed shut.Silence fell. Then Baron broke. His hands grabbed my shirt, fingers shaking, eyes glossy with fear and something deeper—something raw.“You lied to me,” he whispered.I cupped his face immediately. “I protected you.”“You said you trusted me.”“I do,” I said fiercely. “That’s why I kept you alive.”His breath hitched. “I’m your weakness.” He muttered. I pressed my forehead to his. “You
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 149: THE KILLER NEVER FORGETS.
If you told me to burn, I’d ask if you wanted a spark or a wildfire.Just say the word—I’ll reduce myself to ash if it warms your hands.EZREAL’S POVTom didn’t flinch when I spoke. He stared at me with fury in his eyes and I smirked. That was the first thing that confirmed it. I'd had my suspicions and he just proved that what I thought was the truth. There was no way he'd leave here alive. The blade stayed pressed to my throat, steady—no tremor, no hesitation. An amateur shakes when they think they’ve won. A desperate man breathes too loudly.Tom did neither. That meant he was experienced. He knew where to strike and I'd be dead and I knew without a doubt that he would kill me if it came down to that. But something told me that he wouldn't be able to. At least not yet.Because he didn't come here for me. He came here for Baron. But between Lucien and Malrick, I didn't know who he was working with or who his boss had aligned with. Baron’s arm was still locked around my chest, his he
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 148: PLAYING GAMES.
The gods could carve you out of my chest, and still I would crawl across eternity. just to find whatever pieces of you fell from me.EZREAL'S POV I looked at Tom and he gulped. Something didn't sit right with me. There was something wrong with the way he talked. Like all of this was rehearsed. But I kept my cool. “You’re lying,” I said quietly.“I swear I’m not,” Tom pleaded. “At first it was just observation. But now—now Grey thinks he’s found your center.”I leaned in close enough that my voice brushed his ear. “If Baron is touched,” I said, “there won’t be enough of you left to identify.”“I know,” Tom sobbed. “That’s why I’m telling you now. He’s escalating. The warehouse call—it wasn’t about a meeting. It was a signal.”“A signal for what.”Tom’s voice dropped to a whisper. “For phase two.” I stood. The chair scraped loudly as I rose, the sound final.“Keep him alive,” I said toward the door. “But if he lies to me again—”“You won’t need to finish that sentence,” Vincent replie
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