Mafia Priest

Forgive me, Father. I’ve been naughty…

I’m the image of the perfect mafia princess. Poised. Proper. Devout. But when I’m on my knees, I worship him, not God. And when I close my eyes at night, it’s his face I see. In the dark, I hear him whispering my name, praising me, commanding me to do naughty things.

He may be a priest, but he looks more like one of my family’s enforcers. The blue-black stubble along his jaw. The way his shirts strain over his muscles. The kind of rugged facial features that would look ugly on a weaker man.

When he looks into my eyes, it’s like he sees right through me, straight into my soul. And if we get any closer, I fear that I'll burn in this life, not just the next…

For two years, I’ve confessed my sins to him. But tonight, I’ll do more than confess. If I have to, I’ll beg. It’s wrong to draw him deeper into my family’s world, but I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse.

Because I’m sick of being a prisoner in my own life, and Father Costa can save me from my family’s sins. But I wonder—can he save me from mine?