All Chapters of The Priest Is A Mafia Don: Punish Me Father!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lilith POVThe cab ride stretched endlessly despite only taking fifteen minutes, my phone buzzing relentlessly in my pocket with notifications I refused to check because I already knew what they'd say. More strangers dissecting my life for entertainment while Tyler sat comfortable in his house pretending nothing had happened.His driveway came into view and there sat that silver BMW his parents had gifted him for his eighteenth birthday, gleaming under the streetlights. Every window in the house was dark except his bedroom upstairs where he was probably scrolling through comments, watching numbers climb, savoring every moment of my public destruction.I paid the driver and climbed out, my legs carrying me to his front door despite the trembling in my hands. I knocked once, then harder when silence greeted me."Go away Lilith!" His voice filtered through the wood."Open the door.""No, just leave.""I'm not leaving until you talk to me." My palm slammed against the door, the sound crac

Lilith POV The plane touched down in Rome with a jolt that sent pain shooting through my still aching head, though I felt nothing but hollow emptiness as I followed other passengers through the terminal. The overhead lights stabbed at my eyes but I kept moving because stopping meant thinking and I couldn't afford to think right now.My father had arranged a driver to take me from Rome to Bellmare and the man waited at arrivals holding a sign with my name printed in neat letters. He was older with gray threaded through his hair and kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled, trying to make conversation in fractured English during the walk to his car but I pretended sleep in the backseat to avoid talking.The drive stretched three hours through winding roads and villages that all blurred together until we reached Bellmare as the sun was setting, casting everything in shades of orange and gold. The town looked smaller than I'd imagined with narrow cobblestone streets and anci

Lilith POVI didn't sleep that night, couldn't close my eyes without seeing his face or hearing his voice saying tomorrow like a promise and a threat wrapped into one. My body hummed with anticipation that wouldn't settle no matter how many times I told myself this was reckless, that I was playing with fire, that nothing good could come from wanting a priest the way I wanted him.By the time morning light crept through my window I'd already showered twice and gone through half my closet trying to find something that said I didn't care when really I cared too much. I settled on black this time because white had done its job and now I needed something that matched the way I felt inside, something that looked like the darkness I was inviting him to explore.The dress was simple, hitting just above my knees with a neckline that was almost respectful but not quite, paired with the same red heels because if he was going to remember anything about yesterday it would be the sound of those hee

Lilith POVThe rain hadn't stopped by evening, turning Bellmare's cobblestone streets slick and treacherous as I made my way back to Saint Raphael's. Water ran in rivulets between the stones, pooling in ancient grooves worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, while my heels clicked a rhythm that echoed off wet walls despite the storm trying to drown out the sound.I'd changed into something simpler this time, a dark sweater and jeans that clung to my curves but wouldn't draw as much attention as the white dress had. The goal wasn't to scandalize the town again but to get to Father Damien without an audience, to see what would happen when it was just the two of us without the weight of his congregation watching.The church was dark except for a few lights burning in the windows, most of the parishioners probably home having dinner with their families while I was walking through a downpour to seduce a priest. Sophia would have told me I was crazy and maybe she'd be right but I was past th

Lilith POVI walked home in a daze, my lips still swollen from his kisses and my skin still humming with the memory of his hands exploring curves through fabric. Everything felt different somehow, the air clearer, the world sharper, like I'd been walking through fog for weeks and had finally stepped into sunlight even though night was falling around me.Aunt Isabella was in the kitchen when I arrived, stirring something on the stove that smelled of garlic and herbs, her back stiff with disapproval that radiated through the small space. She didn't turn around when I walked in but I could feel her judgment pressing down on me like physical weight."You were at the church again," she said, not a question but an accusation."I went to mass.""And after mass?" She finally turned to face me, her eyes sharp as they took in my flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. "You stayed late talking to Father Damien.""He's easy to talk to." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue but I wasn't about to tell he