LOGINChapter 28••~••°••~••Luciano••~••~°••~••Someone is playing risky games with us.And not the kind that you can just turn a blind eye to—No. It's the type of game that makes you want to burn the entire fucking city down.We're all here except Alessandro, who is out on a vacation with his wife, Isabelle. She made us swear to her that we'll never call him for business talks till they're back. No one dares go against a determined woman trying to have an alone time with her husband, so that's what we did—we left Alessandro out of it.The warehouse smells like fresh blood and gunpowder and I can bet my left ball that someone else is getting killed tonight.I sit at the head of the table, jacket off, sleeves rolled, with maps spread before us—shipping routes, dock schedules and names all circled in red. Men I'll likely kill before the week ends.“We were robbed?! What the fuck?” Marco, who is sitting to my right exclaims. “In our own fucking city?!”He's right. No one has ever dared to t
Chapter 27*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*The confessional smells of old wood and incense. Guilt brought me right to the Lord's doorstep.I kneel and pull the screen closed with shaking fingers, clasping them together so tightly. The small space feels tighter than usual. My habit brushes my knees and the crucifix above me catches the candlelight, causing the Lord's carved eyes to face downwards towards me, like he's watching me closely.I lower my head.Bless me Father, for I have sinned. The words lodge in my throat.I have said them a thousand times in my life and they have never felt this heavy.“Bless me Father,” I finally whisper, my voice too faint, barely sounding like mine. “For I have sinned.”Father Bernard clears his throat softly. He does not rush me, he never does.“How long has it been since your last confession, my child?” he asks, his voice gentle, practiced.“A week,” I answer.He paused for a second. Then softly, “And what weighs on your conscience today?”Everythi
Chapter 26*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I wake up to the sound of the bell. Not the usual, commanding one that summons us to morning prayer. This one is different and I'm not sure what it is for. My eyes fluttered open, my body felt heavier than usual, my mind fogged with fragments that refused to arrange themselves.For a moment, I think I dreamed it all.The blood.My window creaking open.And then him in my room.I sit up too quickly, my head spinning. What happened?Why can't I remember vividly?My eyes scanned the room checking for anything unusual or out of place, but my room looks the same. Everything is where is should be—the crucifix above my bed, my folded habit resting neatly on the chair. Everything is as it should be.And yet, I can't seem to shake off the feeling that he was here.Wait a minute…I lifted my trembling fingers to my lips, noticing the phantom pressure there. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to recall details but they are all scattered leaving me with not
Chapter 25*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“Oh my, you scared me,” I muttered, with a hand to my chest. He shrugged like being in my room wasn't something out of the ordinary. “I would have been offended if you weren't.”“What are you doing here? How did you get past the newly installed cameras. Don't tell me you're here to finish what you started earlier,” I said all at once but even as I spoke, he didn't try to interrupt me. His attention was on something else entirely.“Come here,” he rasped, manspreading on my bed.“No. Leave. Before someone finds you here.” I'm just about to say something else but something catches my eye. His shirt is soaked and if I'm seeing clearly, I know all too well that isn't sweat or water.I switch on the lights and take a step closer.It's blood.“You’re bleeding!” I announced like he didn't already know that. One moment I was asking him to leave, and the next I'm running towards him, trying to get a better look. “You're seriously hurt so why did you c
Chapter 24*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*Oh, holy gracious! There is an anonymous tip from someone so kind who has decided to help us secure a better place just close to the convent that got caught up in the fire.The building that will be handed to us is quite old and out of place, but whoever it is that decided to help us out also promised to renovate the place.Thank you dear Lord. I almost lost hope when I heard Mother Roselyn discussing with one of the priests, Father Bernard that she exhausted her strength in calling our sponsors, donators and none seemed very willing to help. In fact, a few hung up on her.So this new anonymous tip is definitely a silver lining.All the sisters are whispering about it, they don't seem to know who the new donator is.Which is why I'm here—standing at the other side of Mother Roselyn’s office—eavesdropping. I made sure the coast was clear before making my way here. If anyone sees me, I don't think I would be able to get myself out of it so qu
Chapter 23*~°*~°*~°*Luciano*~°*~°*~°*I just set a convent on fire.A sin that might just be the cherry at the top of a cake filled with my previous sins—the biggest of them all.It's drizzling and I've done what I should have done along time ago but here I am, behind the burnt convent with a lighter in one hand and a pack of cigarette in the other.Because I know she'll come eventually.I inhaled the smokey substance for a while before blowing out a cloud of smoke around me. It does help to keep me warm with this sort of weather, and with what's coming.Do I feel remorseful about burning that old building down?No, I don't. Not even a little bit.When I heard her cry, something sparked up in me like a fuse waiting to explode and she was just the push it needed. It's a chapel, a spiritual place yet they do that to their women? Not on my watch.I did come there to see Elizabeth, to find out if she knows anything about the Serpents and if she has an idea that she might be watched.







