MasukKai 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.
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THIS STORY IS A FORBIDDEN, EROTIC, AND DARK ROMANCE INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION, VIOLENCE, AND MORALLY GREY CHARACTERS. SOME SCENES MAY BE DISTURBING OR TRIGGERING TO CERTAIN READERS. THEMES EXPLORED INCLUDE POWER IMBALANCE, OBSESSION, MANIPULATION, AND REDEMPTION IN A SETTING WHERE MORALITY IS BLURRED AND EMOTIONS RUN DANGEROUSLY DEEP. PLEASE PROCEED ONLY IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH DARK, INTENSE, AND TABOO STORYTELLING. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. PROLOGUE Kieran ~~~~~ It was time. I had waited for years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds that stretched into what felt like an eternity. Russo’s men were gathered from the distance, with guns placed firmly on their hips. They didn’t even notice me; I simply stood there, watching them, my eyes tracing every movement, every gesture, as if memorizing the moment before it'll fall apart. I moved towards the edge, carefully to avoid any suspicion. I was nervous, my fingers tightening at my sides, my heart beating steady beneath the cold surface of my chest. I moved towards them till I came into view. Russo was threatening the guy who owed him some money. His men pulled the trigger to shoot but a loud shot was heard before they could pull the trigger. I smiled realising my plan was already beginning to surface. The police lights flashed cutting through the dark alley, and the wail of sirens tore across the street, Russo's men began giving orders. I scanned the crowd, sweeping over every face, trying to search for his son — Vicente. The boy whom I was only a few years older than. Who had treated me like a real friend, who had trusted me, who had laughed at my jokes, who had leaned silently on my presence, calling me his right hand man when his dad passes his empire to him. He should have been near his father, but he was nowhere to be found. Where was he? My chest tightened, and my fingers curled instinctively. I stepped forward trying to search for him to pull him out from this but he was nowhere to be found. I could hear the police giving orders, Russo men didn't look scared at all, they were about to shoot when Russo shaked his head signalling them not to. I moved through the chaos, scanning, searching, my eyes refusing to settle on anything but to find Vincente. But still nothing, it was like he wasn't even here. He was not near the car. Not at the edge of the alley. Not anywhere. I ran back towards Russo, he was smiling at me when I halted, he placed a gun on the debtor's head and pulled the trigger, his blood spattering in different sides. The police looked as shock, the same way I looked right now. His men were pointing guns at some police men. Russo nodded at one beside him and I couldn't help the fear that gnawed in me. They all shut guns in the air, running but leaving Russo behind. He stood his ground, his eyes not leaving mine, not even the freaky creepy smile he had left his face. He pulled the gun to his head, his smile falling, then he muttered in a low whisper that I and a few police men nearby could catch, "You think you had it all figured out Hale? Just wait till I tell you who rules." and with that, he pulled the trigger on his head, his blood splashing everywhere even on my face. Panicked wash over me as I noticed one thing. He had it all in control, I was just the puppet playing this game and he was just playing along with me. He knew all this while that I have been bent on betraying him, he knew my origin, he knew my parents. I could now figure out why I was the only one chosen in the orphanage out of all the good kids What the hell have I done?CHAPTER 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 THREEKieran~~~~~Vicente. That should be him, there wasn't a reason to ask.I stood up from the chair and walked toward the confessional’s curtain. My hands were still a little shaky, even though I tried to steady them on the wooden frame.His voice. I knew that voice.It was impossible
CHAPTER TWO Vincente ~~~~~ The gates pulled open as I stepped out of the quiet apartment, Luca was yet to appoint some cleaning and cooking staffs in. The morning air was cold and sharp enough to sting a bit. Luca stood beside the car and bowed slightly. “Boss.” That was his normal way if
CHAPTER ONE Vicente ~~~~~ Three years. Three years since I ran, three years since I watched my father lift a gun to his own head and pull the trigger right after telling me to take care on camera. Three years since the betrayal became a taste I couldn’t wash off. The city hasn't changed
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