Scandalous Kingpin: A Dark Mafia Romance (Kingpins of the Syndicate Book 3) by Eva Winners

Author:Eva Winners [Winners, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Winners Publishing LLC
Published: 2024-08-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

IVY

Crunch of bones. Flaying of flesh. Whimpered prayers.

Just as I entered the nave, his confession echoed through the hollow church.

“I… It wasn’t my fault,” Father Gabriel pleaded, voice trembling. “She insisted. She told me it was God’s will. You were a child of sin. You were too much of a temptation.”

“I’m going to make you regret the day you were born.” Christian’s voice was sharp as a whip.

Father Gabriel’s face twisted into something ugly, revealing the predator we already knew he was. “It was your fault. She was right about you, you are the devil’s spawn.” My chest twisted with disgust at this sick bastard. If Christian let him live, I’d be sure to kill him. Slowly. Painfully. “Blame Vittoria. Blame yourself. You should have been born disfigured, the child of sin.”

Christian’s expression shuttered, pain he’d worked so hard to hide, plain as day. He breathed harshly, his chest rising and falling so fast I worried he’d succumb to an anxiety attack. I took several steps, stopping a small distance away, afraid I’d trigger him if I got any closer.

“You’re not ugly.” My voice was thick with emotion, hoping to get through to him. “And you’re not a child of sin. None of this is on you. It’s on him. We reap what we sow, Christian. When he dies, nothing will save him. Not his prayers. Not his God.”

The priest laughed, the sound grating in the otherwise quiet space. “But I’ll wait for you in hell, my boy.”

Christian lifted a chair and brought it down on Father Gabriel’s head, his cries echoing against the washed-out mosaics. The old wood splintered into pieces and he fell limp between the pews, his head sticking out at an awkward angle, stained with blood.

“May the Holy Spirit free you from this miserable life and your sins swallow you whole with the grace of the Holy Spirit. Amen, motherfucker.”

Goose bumps rose on my skin. It was hard to get used to hearing him recite his last rites.

My husband’s eyes found me, his breathing heavy.

“Angel?” My shoulder blades snapped together at the emptiness in his voice, the crazed look fixed on his face. I had to be strong right now. For him. No freaking out for some pedophile who didn’t deserve any of my sympathy. “My angel, why are you crying?”

My brows furrowed and I touched my cheeks. They were damp. “I’m glad you made him pay, that’s all.”

“Only thanks to you.” His voice softened, the crazy in his eyes slowly retreating. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He extended his blood-stained hand and I closed the distance, taking it without hesitation. After all, none of us were innocent in this world. Not my father. Not his. Not this priest who lay dead at our feet.

“Yes, you could have,” I assured him, my gaze bouncing between his beautiful eyes. “But all that matters is that you got your justice and found your peace.” My skin prickled for Christian and what was sure to be a long road of recovery ahead.

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