All Chapters of Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“Your pain rewrote me.Your silence reprogrammed me.Your absence resurrected a monster who breathes only when you’re near.”BARON'S POV I looked away quickly. “When will you be back?”“A little late,” he said, smoothing his hand down my cheek. “Don’t wait up.”He kissed me again—slow, warm, lingering. Then he released me. I stepped out of the car, breathless and dazed. I missed him already. I watched the cars roll out of the estate and I headed inside. As I walked through the hallway, I spotted Celeste. I hadn't seen her since the day Stephen died. She looked at me with pure disdain, her lips curling into a feral smirk. “Well well, if it isn't Ezreal's fuck-boy.” Her voice rang out. How was she even outside? Last I checked, Ezreal didn't let her out. I didn't even want to bother thinking about it. I moved and tried to side step her but she blocked me. I felt the irritation simmer beneath my skin. “Move, Celeste. I don't have time for this.” I said and she laughed. “Well, that's

I am not obsessed with you —I am consumed, devoured, rewritten.You are the author of my ruin.EZREAL'S POVMy control disintegrated. Completely. I shut the door behind me with a single sharp motion.“What,” I said, voice low, lethal, “do you think you’re doing?”Baron’s breaths stuttered. “Y-you didn’t answer earlier,” he whispered, voice thick, slurred with wine. “I… I missed you.”I stepped closer.Every inch of him glowed with alcohol and arousal, the sweet scent of that damned bottle thick in the air. His thighs shook as he breathed around the toy.“You’re drunk.” My voice cracked on the last word.He nodded, a small helpless tilt of his head that made something violent rip through my chest. “You drank that bottle,” I said, my jaw locking. “The one you KNOW knocks you out fast.”Baron swallowed. “I… wanted to feel like I did that night.”My fingers curled at my sides. He remembered that night. He remembered everything.“And so you thought using my toy, in my bed, without me, was

You don’t understand—I don’t love you.I belong to you.Even my soul waits for your permission before it rises in my chest.EZREAL’S POVMorning crept in quietly.Pale light slipped through the curtains, touching the edges of the room like it was afraid to disturb what lay within. Baron slept curled against my chest, his breath slow and even, one arm thrown over my waist as if instinct alone anchored him there.He hadn’t woken once.Not when the wine fully faded. Not when I shifted beneath him. Not when I pressed my mouth into his hair and breathed him in like oxygen. Not when I touched him over and over again. He trusted me. That realization settled heavy and permanent in my chest.We didn't have sex, not after the emotions I felt. I didn't trust myself around him again. I so desperately wanted to tell him those words. But I didn't know why they were too damn hard for me to say. I watched him sleep—really watched him. The softness in his face when he wasn’t guarded. The faint crease

You think I can leave?No.You branded my existence with your name, and now even death will have to ask you before it takes me.EZREAL’S POVThe room changed. Not loudly. Not all at once. But the air tightened—like a wire pulled too far, too fast.“We traced the location,” Vincent repeated, swallowing. “It wasn’t spoofed. They wanted us to find it.”That was never good news.I slowly stepped away from Baron, even though every instinct in me screamed to keep him pinned to my chest, to shield him with my body. I didn’t look at Vincent yet. I couldn’t—not without hardening first.“Where,” I asked.Vincent glanced at Baron, then back at me. “Twenty minutes out. Warehouse district. Old shipping corridor.”Of course it was.I exhaled through my nose and finally turned fully toward him. “Clear the floor,” I said calmly. “No one comes near this wing. And I want eyes on Celeste. Now.”“Yes, boss.” Vincent didn’t hesitate this time. He shut the door behind him.Silence rushed back in.Baron was

If you told me to burn, I’d ask if you wanted a spark or a wildfire.Just say the word—I’ll reduce myself to ash if it warms your hands.EZREAL’S POVTom didn’t flinch when I spoke. He stared at me with fury in his eyes and I smirked. That was the first thing that confirmed it. I'd had my suspicions and he just proved that what I thought was the truth. There was no way he'd leave here alive. The blade stayed pressed to my throat, steady—no tremor, no hesitation. An amateur shakes when they think they’ve won. A desperate man breathes too loudly.Tom did neither. That meant he was experienced. He knew where to strike and I'd be dead and I knew without a doubt that he would kill me if it came down to that. But something told me that he wouldn't be able to. At least not yet.Because he didn't come here for me. He came here for Baron. But between Lucien and Malrick, I didn't know who he was working with or who his boss had aligned with. Baron’s arm was still locked around my chest, his he