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Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 155: THE WEIGHT HE LETS ME HOLD.
You are not a choice. You are the law carved into my bones,the commandment etched in my blood.BARON’S POV“Baron…” Ezreal moaned my name like a prayer. In truth, I didn't want sex. All I wanted was to show him that no matter what, I wasn't leaving him at all.I reached for his belt and unclasped it, my hand moving slowly like I had all the time in the world. Somehow, I wished we did. But with Malrick and Lucien making their move, I'd say we had at least a few days. His eyes met mine as he raised his hands to caress my face. I leaned into his touch softly. When I removed his pants, which he helped me do, his cock, already hard, sprang free and I licked my lips at the sight.Ezreal’s dick was huge… very massive and sometimes, I wondered how it fit into me. But I didn't want it any less. I moved and licked the precum that was already coating the tip. That earned me a growl from Ezreal. He always loved me sucking on his dick. This time however, I didn't need his guidance. I'd been wit
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 154: WHAT LINGERS IN HIS ABSENCE.
I ruined you once, and I hate myself for it— but hear me clearly: I will never let anyone else harm what I already bled for.BARON’S POVI woke up to silence. Not the comforting kind. Not the heavy, shared silence that came with Ezreal’s arm around my waist and his breath warm against my neck. This was hollow. Too empty. The other side of the bed was cold, sheets barely disturbed, like he’d been gone longer than I realized. I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling for a long moment, listening. Nothing. “Ez?” I called softly, already knowing the answer.Silence answered back. My chest tightened. I pushed the covers aside and stood, his shirt hanging loose on my body, the hem brushing my thighs. The floor was cold under my feet as I crossed into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth slowly, methodically, trying to ignore the way unease crawled under my skin. When I stripped and stepped into the bath, I turned the water cold. I needed it.The cold stole my breath as I sank under the w
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
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