Peaky Blinders Priest Novels & Stories

His head came up fast, and for one second I saw what fear looked like on Micah Sawyer. Then he saw it was me and the fear became something else. Annoyance. "What the hell," he hissed, which was not something I expected from a priest and which I found, against my will, mildly satisfying. "How did you get in here?" "Side entrance." "That's a locked entrance." "Yes." He stared at me. Then he put his pen down. "What do you want, Blaze?" I crossed the nave and simply looked at him. He looked tired. The bruise on his cheekbone had moved into the yellow phase, which was almost worse.

This was evidence his body had been harshly beaten countless times and was making him angry just to think of it. Acting vulnerable was never his thing. But if he had to trick them into taking them down, he had to play his part. He just hoped help came soon. Silence lingered in the air. He had excellent hearing, due to the numerous hours Blake obliged him to practice with a blindfold. He could hear a pin drop in the next room if he concentrated enough, and right now was his chance to put those abilities to good use. His throat was dry and his body felt drained. He was regretting the offer Chester and Liam had made him earlier that morning to join them for an earlier breakfast before he left t

“And they don’t know what priest it is?” “No, the whistle blower was apparently drunk when he said all of it, thankfully the church committee found him first and are keeping him on a very short leash so they can work it out.” I shut my eyes, fearing for Aryan’s place, I should not have been so careless. “Was it Chris?” “Chris? What does Chris have to do with anything...?” she gasps, “He knows you guys are...” I shush her whispers, tensions were high, the stakes even higher, I cannot afford giving them more fuel.

I try to telepathically tell her I just need to pee, by pointing with my thumb towards the restroom, and she nods reassuringly. While in the stall, I hear the door open and a couple of cackling girls enter, one of the laughs I identify as Faith's. Is the song already over? "Crayvin looks so hot tonight. I'm totally going to have sex with him," Faith boasts, and I hear a giggle emit from another girl. "Did you see the piece of lard in black? I can't believe she'd show up to prom." "You mean Miss Piggy? Yeah, I saw her," They snark and I fumble, dropping the clutch to the ground, revealing that someone else was in the bathroom.

His posture radiated smug confidence as if it were the move that would finally break me. I let out a hollow, bitter laugh. There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Connor Lambert, Xavier's assistant, hesitated and spoke. "Mr. Morales, the baby passed away. She died the day after we couldn't reach you."

The stem curves gracefully down towards his collarbone, entwined with a Cyrillic lettering that I can't translate. I lift my gaze upwards and his piercing blue eyes lock on mine. I come to a halt in front of him, a ripple of awareness coursing through me. Focus Sera i mutter to myself. The priest gives us a curt nod and begins speaking. “Dearly Beloved, we are here today to….” I tune out the voice of the priest, focusing my attention on Adriko, his blue eyes pulled me in. I noticed the clenching of his jaw and wondered briefly what he might be thinking.

“That is only a marketing strategy. The reason why I only want blind masseurs is that the VIPs who visit the top floor are very wealthy. “Their identities must be kept secret at all times. They only feel at ease if the masseurs here are blind. Do you understand now?” I nodded. “Then, I…” I hung my head low as I prepared myself to be fired from my job. To my surprise, he said patiently, “Matthew, my business has grown a lot after you’ve joined us. It doesn’t matter whether you were blind or not before. But from now on, you’re blind. Do you understand me?”

“I will.” Her gaze sharpens. “That leaves the Primarch Arcana… and the Priest.” She casts a slow look around the table, then back at Dom again. “Until today, none of us even knew there was a Priest. Do you know where this Priest is?” Dom’s eyes flick briefly to me, and parts his lips to answer, “Yes. It’s-“ I finish for him. My voice quiet but clear. “-Me.” The room freezes. Every head turns.

There was just something about zayn Vander that I couldn’t get out of my head, everything about him interested me but he was a priest…. I could see the way he was staring at me when he entered the house, the lust in his eyes for me. He looked like he had been starved of sexual pleasure from his past life but he was a priest and he shouldn’t feel that way. He was a priest and ir seems I was the one leading him to sin.

Suddenly, he remembered the hit on the back of his head. “That jerk! Carson!” He grunted, rubbing the back of his head. “Now that’s not a way to talk to your boss.” Carson tsked, entering the room. “What the hell is this place?” Drake asked, clenching his jaw. “Since you are under me and second in command. I thought you should know this much. It’s a secret base. My father doesn’t know about it, and don’t bother filling him in on what you just saw. Of course, that’s only if you value your life.” Carson filled a glass of whiskey for himself and Drake.