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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 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. I couldn’t stay here any longer. Whatever this was, I needed to leave before he came back. I opened the door quietly and stepped out. The place was silent. The house looked larger under the dim lights, the hallways were long and the floors were polished all reflecting money. The workers seemed to have gone home. I thought maybe luck was on my side until I heard a voice. “Come out.” I froze. He was sitting at the dining table, reading something from his tablet, a bathrobe loosely hanging off his shoulders. His head lifted slowly, eyes meeting mine like he’d known I was there the whole time. “I was waiting for you to come out,” he said calmly. “I told you about the baptism, didn’
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 had happened. The same face that once smiled at me when I was a kid. The same hands that once patted my head and told me to be good. I leaned back in the chair, crossing my arms. “He hasn’t moved since last night?” “No, Boss,” Luca replied quietly. “He was out cold. The doctor said it was just from the gas.” I nodded. “Leave us.” He left immediately after a nod, closing the door behind him. For a while, I just stared at the man before me. His hair had grown longer, he had grown smaller than me. Or was I just bigger than him? There were faint lines under his eyes, and his lips looked pale.I wasn’t sure if what I felt anger, relief or just disbelief that he was actually here, in fro
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, but it sounded exactly how his father sounded when he gave commands.I stepped out from the booth, ignoring the few people that lingered outside of the church.“Father?” one of the altar boys called softly. “Are you all right?”“I’m fine,” I said, forcing a small smile. “You can close up the place. I’ll lock up the door myself.”He nodded and walked away.I turned to the side window, looking out through the dim glass. The streetlights were already on, stretching long shadows across the pavement. I searched every corner, every person that walked by. Nothing.He was gone.I pushed open the side door and stepped out, scanning the road again. For a second, I thought I saw a car parked under
CHAPTER TWOVincente~~~~~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 greeting me. Before I would call it stupid but I've gotten used to it over the years.I gave him a short nod and got in. He shut the door behind me, then walked around to the driver’s seat.“Let's go straight to the church,” I said.“Yes, Boss.”The car moved, the engine’s low hum filling the silence. I leaned back, watching the city flash by, the streets were quiet, there were just a few people walking by the streets.Everything looked like how it was last night. I felt nauseous, maybe it was because I hadn't stepped out the whole morning to now.When we got to the church premises, Luca parked the car at an empty spot, I stepped out before he could open my door. The church gates were slightly open,
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 much or maybe it completely had. The street lights were now streaks of golden, not the white ones I used to know before. The car rolled past buildings I couldn't remember, the place was really different now. “Boss,” Luca’s respectful voice came from the driver’s seat. “We’re close to the new apartment.” I didn’t answer. My eyes stayed glued on the church that came into view across the street. "Stop the car." The car eased to a halt. I stepped out, the familiar cold breeze hitting me slightly on my slightly exposed chest. Across the street, people moved slowly the church. The church. The building felt familiar, this was the same church my father had dragged me past three years ago.
⚠️DISCLAIMER 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, car







