All Chapters of Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

Give me your worst, your rage, your ruin—I’ll swallow it whole just to prove my loyalty tastes sweeter than forgiveness.EZREAL’S POVFor a moment, I didn’t react. Not because I didn’t hear Vincent, but because some truths land so cleanly they don’t need impact to hurt. “Say that again,” I said quietly.Vincent’s jaw tightened. “Tom escaped. We found the guard unconscious in the east corridor. No alarms triggered. No forced exits. He had help all along, Boss.”Of course he did. How could I be so stupid to not see that it was an inside job? I exhaled slowly and rubbed a hand over my face. “Who?”Vincent hesitated. That was enough to answer my question. “Marcus,” he said finally. “He was scheduled on the inner rotation. He disabled the cameras for forty-seven seconds. Just enough time.”Marcus. Loyal on paper. Quiet. Efficient. I’d promoted him myself two years ago. All along he had been working for the enemy and I had no idea. Fuck. I nodded once, my eyes not leaving Vincent. “Where i

EZREAL’S POVThe warehouse rose out of the fog like a scar that never healed. I have been here once. Some days after I got released. Corrugated metal. Broken windows. Old blood soaked into concrete no one bothered to scrub clean anymore. A place where deals were made and bodies were forgotten. Callum had chosen it deliberately, because he knew that there would be bloodshed today. Vincent cut the engine a block away. We stepped out into the cold morning air, silence thick as smoke. Somewhere above us, snipers watched through scopes, breath steady, fingers disciplined. My men. My ghosts.“Are you sure you want to walk in?” Vincent asked quietly.“I wouldn’t have come otherwise.”We moved on foot. The large doors at the front were already open, light spilling from within like an invitation that expected refusal. I didn’t hesitate. Callum Scott stood in the center of the warehouse, hands clasped behind his back, tailored coat immaculate against the ruin around him. Older than me. Smarter

You are not a choice. You are the law carved into my bones,the commandment etched in my blood.BARON’S POV“Baron…” Ezreal moaned my name like a prayer. In truth, I didn't want sex. All I wanted was to show him that no matter what, I wasn't leaving him at all.I reached for his belt and unclasped it, my hand moving slowly like I had all the time in the world. Somehow, I wished we did. But with Malrick and Lucien making their move, I'd say we had at least a few days. His eyes met mine as he raised his hands to caress my face. I leaned into his touch softly. When I removed his pants, which he helped me do, his cock, already hard, sprang free and I licked my lips at the sight.Ezreal’s dick was huge… very massive and sometimes, I wondered how it fit into me. But I didn't want it any less. I moved and licked the precum that was already coating the tip. That earned me a growl from Ezreal. He always loved me sucking on his dick. This time however, I didn't need his guidance. I'd been wit

If fate tries to take you again, I will choke fate with my bare hands. I lost you once. That alone was enough to unmake me.BARON’S POVThe house smelled like smoke and fear. Not the sharp kind, no. This was quieter. The kind that sank into walls and stayed long after the fire was gone. The kind that wrapped around your ribs and made your breathing feel like a privilege.Ezreal was alive. I kept telling myself that. I’d seen him. Touched him. Held him. Felt his heart beating under my palm like a promise the world hadn’t managed to break yet. And still, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. They’d cleaned the west wing quickly. Too quickly. Men moved with precision, voices low, eyes sharp. No one panicked. That almost made it worse. Panic meant surprise. This was preparation.This was war.I stood alone in the sitting room just outside our bedroom, arms wrapped around myself, trying to slow my breathing. Every sound made my head snap up. Every footstep felt like it could be the one that chan