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92: The Blemish In My Soul

Author: Lavender Pen
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-06 00:50:30

KILLIAN

Hours Ago,

I should've walked out the second that photo came in. But I didn't. I just sat there, staring at the screen while the meeting continued in the background like white noise. An image of my mother asleep in a stranger's bed. Naked. Vulnerable. Oblivious.

And beside her was a faceless fucker with his hand resting on her hip.

My own mother. Sonia fucking Cross.

The woman who taught me how to lace my first set of brass knuckles, how to make a pipe bomb from scratch, and how to bury a body and never look back.

The same woman who told me, "In this family, reputation is armor. The second you bleed, they'll come for your throat."

And now she was a weapon used against me.

My jaw ticked, my pulse throbbing in my ears as I locked the phone, slid it into my pocket, and forced myself to lift my eyes to the roundtable.

"Any other updates?"

Ethan glanced at me, instantly reading the tension. He always did. "No more from my end," he said tightly.

One of the captains, Carlos, shift
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  • His Bride By Force   110: Touch Me

    ETHAN Rafael finally slept. The pills had dragged him under, his breathing uneven. His fever burned hot, sweat dampening his long curls, and I pressed the cold towel across his forehead again, my jaw tight. Dios, even while he was unconscious, he looked hunted. It was as though his demons had followed him into his sleep.My gaze slid to the book in the trashcan. The carved leather gleamed in the low light, Rafael's name gouged into it.I pulled out my phone and dialed Killian's number. He responded on the first ring."Ethan," Killian's voice was rough.I kept my own voice even. "He got the Bible."He said nothing at first. For a few seconds, I could have sworn that I could hear him breathing through his teeth. Then a low laugh rolled out, full of the fire that was so uniquely his, laced with dark satisfaction."So the priest finally marked him too," Killian said. "Good. The bastard's making his move. The war's only just beginning."I looked back at Rafael, his chest heaving.

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  • His Bride By Force   108: Sins Of The Father

    KILLIAN "You were right. He is impersonating the priest," Roman said to me, and I closed my eyes, anger bubbling inside of me.It was clear that they were playing games with me. First, it was Black Scorpion. Now, a fucking priest was messing with me?What the hell was going on?"Get rid of that bastard," I hissed."Copy that," Roman responded."Make sure Black Scorpion gets my message," I told him."Yes, Cap."The line went dead, and my Angel lightly tugged at my arm. "There's something you need to know," she uttered, and I cupped her face, feeling uneasy about the sudden crease in her brows."Sofia told me that there's a priest going on a rampage. Apparently, he's getting rid of top dons and claiming that he's exorcising them. And Killian, he might be targeting you. I don't know how he does it, but it looks like he plays mind games exceptionally well, and I'm…I'm worried, babe."For a second, the thought of someone daring to play mind games with me made my blood hum with excitem

  • His Bride By Force   107: Shouldn’t Be Awkward

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  • His Bride By Force   106: Incoming Bad News

    SERA The knock made me flinch. It wasn't because it was loud. It wasn't, but because my head felt like it was stuffed with wet cotton and every sound vibrated straight through my skull. Killian's hand froze on my arm, and just like that, my internal alarms went off.Adam's voice came through the door. "Boss."It wasn't the 'we're-out-of-coffee' kind of tense. It was the 'someone-might-be-dead' kind.Killian didn't move for a moment. Then he rose to his feet, and the bed instantly felt colder."Don't move," he told me.Which, frankly, was adorable. As if I could run a marathon in my current state. I gave him a weak thumbs-up because speaking required too much effort.The door clicked shut behind him, but I could still hear the rumble of voices just beyond it. Fever or not, I'd always had a good ear for trouble."...priest...""...daycare...""...seen again..."Well. That was comforting. Nothing says 'sleep tight' like hearing the words 'your daughter and a possible stalker' in the

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