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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
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 156: THE GIFT THAT BURNS.
If our love ends in fire, then stand beside me. We’ll burn the world down first, and let the flames write our names in the smoke.EZREAL’S POVAs I left Baron inside our room, my mind raced. Something was going on, something I didn't understand. The house had settled into that uneasy calm that always followed violence narrowly avoided. Guards rotated. Radios murmured low. Every corridor breathed discipline. Just the way I liked it. I was halfway down the west wing when I saw the box. It sat on the long oak table like it belonged there… unassuming, sealed in brown paper, a simple ribbon knotted on top. Too neat. Too intentional. A white envelope was taped to the lid. For a moment, nothing moved. I watched the box with narrowed suspicion and then turned to Vincent who had come to stand beside me. “Who brought that in?” I asked. Vincent was already stepping closer, eyes narrowed. “It wasn’t on the intake list.” His voice rang out and I froze. That was all the warning I needed. I didn’
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
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