Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Ezreal’s POVThe night air pressed against the city, thick and suffocating, the quiet doing absolutely nothing to smother the fury clawing at my ribs.I didn’t look back when I left the dining room. Not because Baron didn’t matter—God, Baron was the only thing that mattered—but because Celeste didn’t deserve even a crumb of my attention. She’d greeted me with that sugar-coated venom of hers; I’d walked past her without a word. I didn't care about her. I don't know how many times I would make that clear. Outside, Vincent was already waiting for me, spine straight, arms folded behind him like some kind of knight carved out of obedience. My knight. I’d never asked him where he came from. I didn’t need to. Loyalty was the only language that mattered, and Vincent spoke it fluently.He gave a small bow when our eyes met, that quiet respect of his. I nodded back, gaze sliding to the row of six cars behind him. Engines rumbling like beasts ready to be unleashed. My men already in position.V

That night when you collapsed into my arms, with bruises blooming on your beautiful face. I swore... quietly, violently... that I would be your shield. From that moment on, the vow became both my curse and the closest thing I ever had to grace.EZREAL'S POV “Are you alright, Ez?” His voice rang out again.I nodded. “Yeah, I am. I’m with you, aren’t I? I’m fine.”He gave me a sad little smile—one of those that hit harder than a slap.“Do you love me, Ez?” he asked, hope flickering in his eyes.It wasn’t that I didn’t love him. It was that love was too small a word for what lived inside me. Too thin, too breakable.“What I feel for you… like I said before, it isn’t love, Baron. It’s an itch I don’t want to scratch. Acid I’d drink even though it burns. Pain I’d welcome without wanting it to stop. You’re the one person who could tell me to jump, and I would. You could ask me to walk on hot coals, and I wouldn’t argue. I’d kill the world for you, I’d live for you, I’d die for you. If you

VINCENT'S POVI hated mirrors. Mostly because they never lied to me. They told the truth without blinking.The one in my room was tall—framed with carved ebony wood, embossed at the edges with old church sigils I embraced and rejected in equal measure. The glass captured every crack in me. Every fracture. Every forbidden thought I pretended I didn’t cradle like a religious artifact.I stood there, bare-chested, hair unruly, black rosary dangling from my fingers like a warning.My reflection stared back—hollow-eyed, wide-pupiled, ashamed.Obsessed. With him. Aiden.A damn priest who I wasn’t meant to crave. I wasn't meant to want him this way. But I did and I hated that I did. Last night replayed itself viciously in my mind. Aiden was on his back, his shorts hiked down, legs spread like an invitation. Fingers wrapped around his dick. Head thrown back. Moaning my name without speaking it. Voice hoarse from edging himself. His breathing was harsh while I was right there—jerking myself

EZREAL'S POV When we got to the warehouse, the place was eerily silent. My insides screamed that this was a trap. A well laid one by Lucien. My eyes met Baron’s. “No matter what, don't you ever leave my side. Understood?” “Understood.” He affirmed… I nodded to Vincent and we stepped out of the car. My men surrounded the place immediately, each man ready for action. Just the way they were trained. Vincent stood beside me while Baron followed closely. “Any movements?” I asked and he shook his head. “No, boss.” I felt the unease creep in. Where the hell was the calvary?Or was Lucien not here? Before we reached the door, the men gave the go ahead. Vincent pushed the door open as we entered, his eyes sharp. The lights were on and then we realized that the place was completely empty. This was a diversion. But a diversion to what?“No one is here, boss.” Vincent told me. My men all gathered around, each waiting for my order. I felt livid. Baron’s eyes met mine. “We need to leave, Vi

CELESTE’S POVI stood at my window, watching Ezreal's men bow to him as he stood motionless, staring at Stephen’s corpse. And I grinned. Ezreal thought he was God. I had tried everything, every fucking thing to make him fuck me. To make him mine and yet, that stupid priest stole him from me. My phone rang and I moved away from the window, grabbing it to see that it was an unknown caller. Lucien. I answered after the fourth ring.“Hello.” “Hi, princess. Did you like my surprise?” His deep voice flowed through and I scoffed.“When I told you about the fact that Ezreal was coming to you, I expected you to kill him and his useless lover, not kill someone else.” “Relax, sweetheart. It's a game. How about this? Come meet me at our spot. I've missed you.” My body ached from being sexually starved and Lucien had always been a good fuck. But I didn't want to risk Ezreal finding out about this. That would ruin my plan completely. “I can't risk Ezreal finding out the real reason I'm here,