All Chapters of CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MICAHFarris knew that it wasn’t true, but he did not push the issue. Instead, he said, “You should not give the sermon today. I will take care of it while you focus on your recovery. You will give confessions afterwards – it will be better for you.” I agreed and hid myself in the sacristy for the next hour, trying to steady my heart. The service was a ritual of pain, carefully controlled. No matter how I tried, my body refused to let me sit comfortably in the wooden pew. Every slight movement of my body brought an exquisite ache, and my mind wouldn't stop reminding me about what had happened last night—the heavy presence of Blaze's body on top of me, the sound of his voice growling near my ear, the sounds of my voice breaking in desperate moans, pleas, and screams. I remained stiff and flushed, hoping to God that nobody noticed the warmth rising from my neck. As soon as the last blessing was said, I hurried out. I went to the little fountain near the garden in the courtyard and

MICAHI heard his laughter behind me as he was unpacking his bakery bag while I was taking out the leftovers I wanted to eat alone. In a couple of minutes, the table was set, the whole apartment was smelling like cinnamon and reheated stew, and Oscar was talking as if he belonged here forever. He ate every dish I offered him and praised it enough to make me blush. "This is incredible," he said, putting his fork down. "Your cooking skills are those of someone who cooks for years." "I had to learn," I answered, cleaning the dishes. "Cooking alone does not provide many options." Afterward, we settled in my small living room. Oscar lounged back on the sofa and looked at me with his honest gaze. "Mind if I ask something private?" he asked. I nodded, warily. "Are you seeing someone? I mean, dating someone. You've never brought up anything like that." The question fell heavy. In an instant, my thoughts turned to Blaze and his pale eyes, to the feel of his body pressing agains

JEREMY The water warmed my body; the last rays of sunlight turned the pool into a piece of gold. I floated in the water, my eyes closed, letting everything around me wash away in the chlorine and noise coming from the traffic far away. This was the last thing I could still call my freedom.I got out of the water and grabbed a large towel made of thick white terry-cloth, which was hanging on the lounge. Some guys standing on the deck far from me gave the usual signs to me; they lifted their chins, smiled, and adjusted themselves. I decided not to pay attention to them; I understood perfectly well what they were aiming for.I wrapped the towel around my waist, took my phone off the table and headed to the elevators. There was no one else in the corridor of the floor…only silence and cool air with a trace of an expensive smell of disinfectant. In my room I ordered room service, not looking at the menu…the most expensive food, which could be brought to my suite with the minimum of effor

MICAH Buzz. My eyes dropped low to my pocket, my phone was ringing and I started to reach for it when his hand caught mine. “Blaze…” I breathed. “Don't take it.” He said. Sometimes I wondered if he was nuts. It could be an elder, deacon and someone else from the ministry.“I'm not in the mood for this. I have work to do,” I made another attempt to get the phone and he grabbed my wrist, pulling it away from my pocket. “I said….” I began. He cut me off. “I know what you said. And I'm telling you. Don't pick. I want your total attention.”This was madness. I moved my hand in an attempt to fight him but it was useless. He didn't let go and my attempts started to look more useless by the second. After a few failed strikes I let my arm rest, my shoulders were already hurting and the call ended. His head tilted a bit. “Now that I have your attention….”Buzz. His head dragged down to my pocket and he wasn't having the best smile on. “Micah…”I didn't listen, I was done doing that an

JADEN.Twenty six years ago I leaned against the cold concrete wall of the warehouse and watched as my men beat him down. Their fists rained down upon his ribcage and face until they drew blood that ran down his chin and fell to the floor. He attempted to pull himself up but was always yanked back down and continued to be hit again and again. Damien Voss stood to the side wiping his knuckles and awaiting my command.I pulled a cigarette from my jacket and lit it. I sucked on it while he got beaten down. Once he started coughing up more blood, I raised my hand and the beating ceased.I walked up and crouched down in front of him. "Where did you keep the stash?"He spit the blood from his mouth and shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."I stood up and nodded once. Damien pulled from his pocket the photo of his wife and two kids and held it up before his face. He froze. He started taking ragged breaths and began pleading."Please, don't hurt them. I'll tell you. Just