LOGINKai was forced to betray the boy he once loved, because of the rules and beliefs he lived by. His Catholic faith told him what they had felt was a sin, and in the end, he was forced to let Vicente go. But Vicente never stayed the same. Broken by the betrayal, he disappeared and left behind the boy Kai once knew. Years later, Vicente returned as a feared mafia leader — powerful, ruthless, and carrying years of anger and pain. He didn’t come back for forgiveness. He came back for revenge. And he would make sure Kai faced the consequences of the choice that destroyed them both — proving that the very thing Kai once called a sin was the one thing Vicente would use to bring him down.
View MoreCHAPTER THIRTEENVicente~~~~~I watched him lie there, a pathetic, broken heap of a man surrounded by the evidence of his own weakness. His chest was still heaving, and the scent of his release mixed with the heavy oil and the salt of his tears. It was delicious to watch him being in that state. He tried to turn his head away, to hide his face in the pillow, but I wasn't finished with him. Not even close."Where do you think you're going?" I growled, reaching down to grab his chin, forcing him to look at the stain on the sheets, the physical proof that he’d chosen his own pleasure over his God.Kieran’s eyes were bloodshot, his lips swollen and trembling. "I... I'm sorry," he whispered, the words barely catching in his throat. "I didn't mean... I couldn't stop...""You didn't want to stop," I corrected, leaning over him until my chest was brushing his sticky skin. "You loved every second of it. You loved being a pig for me."I reached for the phone on the nightstand, the screen glowi
CHAPTER TWELVEVicente~~~~~I watched tears slip down his face and it annoyed the hell out of me. Every time he looked at me with those wide, watery eyes, it felt like a challenge and a pathetic, holy display of a weakness I wanted to crush until there was nothing left but the truth.“Stop crying,” I said, my voice cutting through the quiet room like a blade.Instead of stopping, he let out a broken hitch, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed even harder. The sound grated on my nerves. I didn't want a weeping saint; I wanted him to face what he was.I reached down and gripped Kieran’s neck, my thumb pressing firmly into the side of his throat. I felt his pulse jumping under my skin, erratic and terrified.“I said stop crying, Kieran,” I hissed, leaning in until I could see the gold flecks in his panicked eyes.He gasped, his hands coming up to instinctively clutch at my wrists, but he choked back the next sob. He squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving as he fought to obey, the silen
CHAPTER ELEVEN Kieran ~~~~~ The ticking of the clock in the hallway felt like a countdown to my execution. It was already six in the evening. Each second that passed felt like a heavy blow to my chest. I had spent the day moving like a ghost through the parish, offering hollow smiles to the fathers and murmuring prayers that felt like lies. My skin still burned where the water had scalded it, yet I still felt his touch everywhere. I couldn't stay. If I stayed, he would release that video. The thought of the fathers and the whole city seeing me in that state, broken and ruined, made my stomach churn. I had to get out, but the fathers were watching me like hawks. They had been hovering all day, bringing me tea and checking on me every twenty minutes. I waited until Father Michael went to the chapel for evening meditation and Father Joseph was busy in the kitchen. I ducked into my room, my heart hammering against my ribs. I pulled on the gray hoodie and sweatpants Vicente had
CHAPTER TENKieran~~~~~The reflections of the morning sun flashed on my face, dragging me out of the uncomfortable, dreamless sleep I had fallen into on the cold floor. My cassock was twisted around my thighs, stiff in places where my release had dried. The scent of shame still clung to me no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.Vicente hadn’t returned for hours. The silence felt heavier than i expected.I pushed myself upright, wincing at the ache in my lower back and the dull throb between my legs. My rosary lay a few feet away, scattered. I crawled over, gathered them with shaking fingers, and pressed the crucifix to my lips.“Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner,” I whispered. The words tasted like ash.The fathers at the parish would already be frantic. There wasn’t a priest at Lauds, no one to celebrate the early Mass and no explanation for my absence during last night’s vigil.They would be calling the church hospitals, checking with the police, maybe even searching the streets
CHAPTER EIGHTVicente ~~~~~We reached the house after some hours, the butler should be gone because the lights were low and the place, heavy with silence. Luca stopped the car, and I got out first. My men dragged Kieran out. He didn’t fight, he just stood there, his eyes roaming the wide drivew
CHAPTER SEVENVicente~~~~~~I got to the warehouse within fifteen minutes. The air reeked of blood and cigarettes.Ash was already there, leaning lazily against a metal table, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a cigarette in between his fingers, smoke curling from his cigarette. His usu
CHAPTER FIVE Kieran ~~~~~ Ever since I last saw Vicente this morning, I hadn’t seen him again. He’d sent servants to bring me food and water, but I refused to eat any of it. It was already evening, the sky darkening outside the window. I sat on the edge of the bed, my thoughts loud, restless
CHAPTER FOURVincente~~~~~I watched his face as he slept peacefully on the mattress. He looked so different now that I could finally see him properly this morning. My men had brought him in last night, but he hadn’t woken up until now. His breathing was slow, even, his face calm like nothing ha












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