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I paused to glance over to the bed, noticing that the monitors were on and running smoothly while displaying Roberto’s vital signs. That gave me peace of mind before I continued, “I thought the angel of death was coming to take Roberto away…I told her not to take him. Weird, huh?”
“That’s not weird,” Saint admitted as he continued to set things up. “Why would you think otherwise?”
“Papa Dearest is a bad man,” I said like it was true because despite what we’d discovered thus far, it didn’t make his actions in the past less harmful to those affected by his reign.
Not to forget the many individuals who died from his wrath.
“We’re all sinners in this world,” he confessed. “You shouldn’t need to feel bad because you carry empathy in your heart for the man who raised you.”
He began to pour some water, his eyes glued to the flowing liquid.
“I won’t sit here and defend how he raised you. His actions will be judged when the time is right, but despite his ways and hidden secrets, he contributed to who you are today. Could he have been a better dad? Of course. Yet, we all don’t get what we wish, and that’s probably because we’d be completely different people otherwise,” he explained. “If I wasn’t an orphan, I wouldn’t have been the Saint speaking to you now. I would have never been a part of the Forbidden or met Dimitris, Neo, or Jayce. No way would we have ever met. Heck, I probably wouldn’t even model or enjoy the party life. I certainly wouldn’t carry the level of compassion and patience I have now. To be honest, I probably would have become a monster.”
“A monster?” I repeated the words. “Why would you?”
“That’s the path most Dark Lords walk upon. I’m who I am because I have a structured lifestyle. I have an Alpha who keeps me focused with tasks, a pack that is concerned about me, a few hobbies, a stable career, a side hustle that ensures I get my kink to kill in, and I get to toy with the Vatican when they piss me off,” he elaborated. “Most of my kind go insane after a while. There’s no structure. No balance. Many go into despair or get so addicted to sucking up souls that it’s only a matter of time before a member of the High Court has no choice but to come down and kill them because they’re ruining the supernatural balance. I think when there used to be more of us, Purebloods would come and take us away to learn how to feed without ruining the balance, almost like therapy. But when the purebloods pulled back from society, we lost that privilege.”
“Do you think that’s the reason why Dimitris came into your life?” I pondered.
“I’ve thought about that,” he admitted. “It could have been. Sometimes they’re called to help us, but most Purebloods ignore it since they’re pretty done with society in general. Dimitris is different though. He tries to hide it, but he cares a lot about society. He does things knowing they won’t be glorified or even acknowledged, but that’s just his nature. No matter how cruel this world has been to him, he cloaks himself beneath the layers of ruthlessness to protect himself, but still opens his heart to do good to those who deserve it.”
He met my intrigued eyes with an expression that ignited warmth within me.
“Dimitris always enters our lives when we least expect it, and I’m glad it happened. Despite how crazy these last few weeks have been, I think this is the first time I’ve felt really alive. I have a purpose to fulfill and accomplish. Maybe that’s what the Vatican is truly afraid of. That I’ll find a calling that will be strong enough to take me away from the church that relies on me. Before…I felt like I needed them. I didn’t carry a hint of empowerment in myself. I was broken for obvious reasons and my self-confidence was wiped out of me, but now?” He paused and closed his eyes. “Now I feel so fucking powerful. So bold in my element and that I’m surrounded by those who genuinely want me to be the best version of myself I can achieve. Not just the good aspects of myself like kindness and being charitable, but also the dark aspects where I’m given the privilege to invoke vengeance for the innocent and get rid of those tainted souls who don’t deserve to walk upon the face on the earth any longer. It feels good to be free from the shackles I thought would always keep me under someone else’s control.”
He opened his eyes again and lifted his hand up to look at his bond mark.
“Now I’m free, loved, and supported. What more can I ask for?”
I reached out for his hand, wrapping my fingers around his before I leaned over to lay my lips against his. His body further relaxed at the simple touch, and the two of us kissed slowly for a minute before our lips parted.
“I want you to always be in control of what you do,” I vowed. “Want the Vatican to realize that. To be forced to collaborate with you instead of believing they own you.”
“I’d love that,” he confessed and further leaned in to press his forehead against mine. “I have a plot bunny brewing in my head, but I don’t think we can get it done in time.”
“What are you thinking?” I felt the bubbly excitement of doing something potentially mischievous.
Or just villainous.
"You know how we’re going to do a photo shoot?” he offered and kissed me. “Imagine two special editions.”And he kissed me again.“One of white that has you on the front cover.”Another kiss.“And one of black…that also has you on the cover, but as William.”
I smirked and kissed him before he could. “Keep talking.”
Or kissing. I’m really liking the kissing part.
He chuckled and kissed me longer this time. “I hear that, silly.”
“I know, dummy,” I hummed back. “I’m a curious flower. Spill the diabolical plan.”
“I’m not sure we’re going to have time to do it though,” he admitted.
“If you keep wasting precious time, of course we won’t,” I countered. “Will this piss the Vatican off?”
“Yes,” he confirmed with an added nod. “Piss them off and frighten the shit out of them.”
“Why?”
“Blackmail,” he whispered with a taunting smirk, his hand reaching out to trail his thumb along my bottom lip. The word gave me a sense of déjà vu, and my eyes widened as I looked at him.
