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280 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 15, 2023
All Francis had to do was befriend a killer. How hard could that be?
That doe-eyed smalltown priest wasn’t made for shit like this. He wasn’t going to survive. It was a fucking miracle he’d lived this long.
When he opened his eyes, Angel peered through narrowed lashes. “Do you pray for me, Father?”
“Yes.”
“I feel holier already. Let’s eat.”
Did he wake up one day and have an epiphany, a vision, or was it a gradual process? It seemed a waste, for someone as attractive as Scott to be taken out of the gene pool. Humanity’s loss.
“I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you, Father.”
A good guy like him? He’d probably vow to save Vitari’s soul. He could try, but Vitari’s soul was beyond saving. Perhaps Vitari would drag him down to Hell with him. Although considering the depth of pain in Father Scott’s eyes, he might already be there.
"Angel tore free, straddled Francis’s thighs, and whispered in his ear, “I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you, Father.”
“Do not call me, do not think of me, you and I are done.”
“I wasn’t aware we’d begun,” the wicked man purred.
“You’re terrible.”
“I know. Tell me again, just let me get somewhere private so I can really enjoy it.”