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314 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 22, 2024

“You will not shoot, priest,” Sasha said.
A smile tugged at the corner of Vitari’s mouth. Everyone made the same mistake when it came to Father Francis Scott.
“Every time we do this, you leave and something horrible happens. Stay.”
“Do not Francis me. I’m not what you think. I’m not what any of you think. I’ve been pushed from one crisis to another, shot at, kidnapped, abused, beaten, betrayed, and I am done. I am not going to stand back and let you people tell me what I can and cannot do. Vitari is mine. I am getting him back. Call Serpiente.”
“I’m not scared of the Mafia, Father, I’m terrified of losing Vitari.”
“You know, months ago, when I kidnapped you, Francis—”
“You what?” Davis asked.
“I told you I was taken,” Francis snapped at Davis.
“Yeah, I took him. Cable-tied his wrists, shoved him in a car, and took him to Spain. He wasn’t happy about it.” Vitari grinned and Francis leaned against the desk, smiling too. “Best thing I ever did.”
“You’re both crazy,” Father Davis muttered. “This whole fiasco is insanity.”
“You want to say something?” Vitari asked. “Something religious?”
Francis grimaced. “Fuck Stanmore.”
“I was thinking more like a prayer, but whatever.” Vitari snorted and tossed the lighter over the fence.
“My whole life, I’ve been trying to fit in somewhere, trying to make myself into something I’m not. When I’m with you, I’m just me. And it’s right. I fit.”
The corner of Vitari’s mouth twitched, hinting at his smile. “Go on.”
“Damn you, Vitari. I think you know what I’m trying and failing to say.”
“Do I?”
Here it came, the truth—the only real truth that mattered. “I love you. There it is. I said it. And I mean it.”
“If you stay with me, you’ll die with me.” He nodded. “I know.” Vitari winced as though Francis wanting to be with him hurt him. Why would it hurt? What did he flinch from? “You deserve so much more.” “There is no more I want than you.”
“Francis, I…” He laughed and then kissed him, thrusting his tongue in, rocking Francis back while holding him close. Vitari took his hand and pressed it to his chest, and when the kisses ended, the next words were dragged as though he’d dragged them up from his soul to speak them. “Ti amo con tutto il cuore, ti amo più della mia vita.”
Francis didn’t know what it meant, but he could guess from how Vitari’s voice trembled. He loved him, they loved each other, and wasn’t that all that really mattered?
“I love you with all my heart,” Vitari said, holding his gaze. “More than life itself. And it scares me like nothing else, you scare me, losing you…”
“You are my family. You are my religion. I will never leave you, unless you want me to. I give you my word, my heart, amore mio.” Vitari’s whispers followed him into his dreams, where they wrapped around him, keeping him safe from all the hurt in the world. His angel would never leave him.
“You are the blood in my veins, Francis. The heart in my chest. If I loved you more, it would kill me.”
Vitari didn’t know if God was real, but love was, and he’d worship at its altar for the rest of its days. Worship Francis.
“Do you miss England?” Vitari asked, after Francis had been watching the dark countryside scroll alongside for too long without saying a word.
“No. Italy is my home. Our home.”
Fuckin’ right, it was. “What about the Church? You miss that?”
Francis’s soft smile grew. “You’re my church.”
