Bishop |18+|

Ch.1

Antonio

"Padre." I cried, my voice croaked as I banged my fists repeatedly against the metal door. The sick stench of metallic blood suffocating my lungs and forced me into holding my breath for way too fucking long. That fucking bastard.

I begged.
"Aiutami"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I made a desperate attempt to open the door. Locked. Air tight. With nothing but the slight shimmer of the green light of an air conditioner, my eyes began to adjust to the darkness embracing me. Crying, I banged my fists harder against that damned door, ignoring the lifeless stairs of the butchered bodies hanging by the their metal hooks.

I cried...
"AIUTAMI. PADRE!"

My eyes shot open.

"Fuck-"
With the sharp inhale of my nose, my hands gripped the sheets and I gasped, sitting up and stirring awake from the grasp of that haunting dream. Clutching my bare chest, my heart paced and soon enough I finally drifted back to reality, finding myself in my bed with the sun's glow seeping through the blinds.

This shit is starting to get old.

With one last deep exhale, I let out a slight grunt, pushing my head back and looking up at the ceiling through half lidded eyes, watching as intricate patterns of light reflected above my head.

He lives in Rome now. Stop being a fool, Antonio.

Blinking away any remnants of sleep, I looked down to my side to find an innocent looking Grace, sleeping under the confinements of my silk bed sheets. She was naked and a pillow was tucked between her legs as she slept her worries away like a little fucking princess. As if instinctively, I found myself engulfed in a strange, simmering anger. It's not only because I'm pissed beyond belief at myself for fucking her senseless the night before, but it's the sight of seeing Grace looking innocent, which was far from the woman she usually was, as fucked up as that sounds.

Fucking whore.

I pushed the sheets away and scooted over to the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of my nose in disgust. Grace was just there—wrong place wrong time, and I was desperately looking for a release that night. As shitty of an excuse that was, it was true. I was intoxicated, somehow finding Grace in the corner of the bar and the rest was history. Letting out a deep groan, I snatched my phone off the bedside table and scrolled through the hundreds of messages Ray just decided to blow my phone up with last night.

Ray: 'You ditch my birthday dinner tonight and I'm hunting your ass down.'

Just one more thing I needed to stress about. Beautiful.

Scrolling through, I felt a heavy weight shift on the bed, sinking my body lower into the mattress as it got closer. An annoyed sigh was soon to follow.

"Up already?" A low voice hissed from behind as I felt two soft arms wrap around my waist and my eyes rolled. I almost winced.

"Get off me." I grunted and nudged Grace back onto the bed, hearing her slump onto the covers from behind. She let out that stupid giggle as she watched me reach down and slip my boxers back up.

"Seriously Annie?"

God I hate that name.

I ignored her, stumbling out of bed and onto unsteady feet before pulling up a pair of grey sweatpants, hearing her annoyed groan knowing damn well what it means. She was looking for a quick fuck and no way in hell am I giving it to her. Last night was a mistake and I'd castrate myself before ever giving her my dick again.