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Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 162: MY LIFE. MY ALL.
Once I'd tried to kill the part of me that wants you.It didn’t die–it screamed your name and resurrected itself twice as hungry.EZREAL’S POVI looked at Baron and knew, truly, that there was no escaping this anymore. Not the truth. Not him. I couldn't hide it forever. And it was finally time to tell him. Just so he wouldn't feel like I was keeping him away from everything again. There was a way he held himself when he wanted answers. Still. Watchful. Not demanding, not pleading, just present. It was the same posture he’d used in confessionals for decades, the same one that made men unravel without realizing they were doing it. I had built empires on strategy and silence, but Baron had always been my one weakness. I exhaled slowly. “Come with me,” I said. “We’ll talk upstairs. It's safer and quieter there.”He didn’t argue. That, more than anything, told me how deep this had already gone. We moved through the halls in silence, past stone and shadow and history that had been soaked
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 161: THE QUESTION.
You didn’t ruin me. You simply revealed the parts of me that were always yours. BARON’S POV Aiden’s eyes widened, but he didn’t recoil. That mattered. He didn’t leap from the chair. Didn’t shout. Didn’t plead. He just went very still, like an animal that knew panic would get it killed faster than obedience. “I already met him,” Aiden said carefully. “These days, he comes to me, he wants me to submit to him. He says he wants me to be his…his whore. He threatened my mother and my siblings.” I froze at the words. Ezreal didn’t move. His grip on my hand tightened–just slightly. Not possession but something else… Reassurance maybe. “This time,” Ezreal said, “you will be the one to go to him. Not to accept his offer, but to do something else.” The silence that followed pressed down on my chest. I felt it in my ribs. The fear and the anticipation for whatever plan he had. Aiden swallowed, hard. “You want me to spy on him.” He said but Ezreal shook his head. “No,” Ezreal replied
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 160: As I Would For Him.
If anyone tries to take you again, I won’t fight them– I'll end them so thoroughly their absence becomes genetic.BARON’S POVThe door closed behind us with a sound that felt heavier than it should’ve been. Not loud. Not final. Just… deliberate. I’d learned to listen to doors in Ezreal’s world. Some meant safety. Some meant blood. This one meant anticipation. Vincent led the way down the hall, his stride controlled, shoulders squared like he was bracing for impact that hadn’t come yet. I knew he was worried about Aiden. I saw the feelings I had for Ezreal gleaming in Vincent's eyes. We were both smitten by men–and I was sure he'd do anything to protect Aiden.Just the way I'd protect Ezreal. With my life. Ezreal walked beside me, close enough that our arms brushed. He didn’t hold my hand, but the nearness was intentional. Grounding. A quiet reminder that I wasn’t walking into this alone.I breathed that in. It felt satisfying to know that he was here with me. The atmosphere in the
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 159: A GAME CHANGER.
EZREAL’S POVI saw the shift in Vincent’s eyes the moment I said the young priest’s name. It was subtle. Anyone else would’ve missed it, written it off as surprise or reluctance. But I’d known Vincent too long. I’d watched him stare down gun barrels without blinking, walk through fire without hesitation. That flicker wasn’t fear. It was personal. He masked it quickly, as he always did, but the damage was done. Aiden wasn’t just an asset to him. He was a fault line. Vincent turned away first, already moving down the corridor like distance could lock his reaction back into place. I let him take three steps before I spoke.“You don’t have to like it,” I said evenly. “You just have to do it clean.” He stopped.Didn’t turn around.“I know,” he replied. His voice was steady, but there was a tension in it now…pulled tight like wire under strain. “I’ll handle it.”“I know you will,” I said. “That’s why I asked you.”That made him look back. For a split second, something unguarded crossed his
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 158: THE FIRST NAME ON THE LIST.
I don’t just want you near me… I want you where even my pulse can’t escape without touching you first.BARON’S POVI let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and shook my head slowly. “That’s not what I mean,” I said.Ezreal stilled, his attention sharpening fully on me. Not guarded… listening. “I don’t want to stand in front of you,” I continued, choosing my words carefully. “I don’t want to be the shield. I don’t want to be brave in ways that get me killed just to prove a point.”His jaw flexed, but he didn’t interrupt. “I just don’t want to be blind,” I said quietly. “Because that’s where fear grows. In the dark. In the silence. In the spaces where I start imagining things that are worse than the truth.” I lifted my head enough to look at him properly. “When you disappear and I don’t know why… when things happen and I’m the last to hear about them—it doesn’t make me feel protected. It makes me feel replaceable. Like I’m something you’re guarding instead of someone you’re s
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 157: WHAT HE TRIED TO TAKE.
If fate tries to take you again, I will choke fate with my bare hands. I lost you once. That alone was enough to unmake me.BARON’S POVThe house smelled like smoke and fear. Not the sharp kind, no. This was quieter. The kind that sank into walls and stayed long after the fire was gone. The kind that wrapped around your ribs and made your breathing feel like a privilege.Ezreal was alive. I kept telling myself that. I’d seen him. Touched him. Held him. Felt his heart beating under my palm like a promise the world hadn’t managed to break yet. And still, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. They’d cleaned the west wing quickly. Too quickly. Men moved with precision, voices low, eyes sharp. No one panicked. That almost made it worse. Panic meant surprise. This was preparation.This was war.I stood alone in the sitting room just outside our bedroom, arms wrapped around myself, trying to slow my breathing. Every sound made my head snap up. Every footstep felt like it could be the one that chan
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