Forgive My Sins: A Dark Age Gap Menage Romance

  Forgive My Sins

  Dark Reign Collection

  Odessa Organization

  Book 4

  KL Donn

  Copyright © 2022 by KL Donn

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  Contents

  Blurb

  Glossary

  Prologue

  1. Levan

  2. Valerian

  3. Abilene

  4. Abilene

  5. Levan

  6. Abilene

  7. Zakar

  8. Abilene

  9. Valerian

  10. Zakar

  Epilogue

  Dark Reign Collection

  Next in the Odessa Organization

  Odessa Organization

  About the Author

  Also by KL Donn

  Blurb

  From USA Today Bestselling Author KL Donn comes Forgive My Sins, an Odessa Organization spin-off dark romance that will have you questioning everything you thought you knew.

  Forgive me,

  For I have lied,

  Done heinous things,

  Committed devious crimes.

  I’m attempting to atone, to make things right.

  But then there she is,

  Confessing.

  Enraging me more and more with each word spoken until I can’t stand it anymore.

  Blood must be spilled.

  Forgive me,

  For I have sinned.

  I’m impure.

  Touched.

  Dirty.

  Filthy.

  I tried to stop it,

  But I couldn’t. I’m weak, and now I must confess.

  Except he isn’t interested in absolving me.

  He wants to claim me.

  They want to claim me.

  And heaven help me,

  I want them too.

  Please Father,

  Forgive My Sins.

  Power comes at a cost, and these men have sacrificed their souls. They know violence, death, and how to walk in the gray, but that doesn’t mean they are without weakness. The women they love are their light, and they would scorch the Earth to protect them. This December, meet the men who rule their empires of crime and the women who stand by them while darkness reigns.

  Glossary

  English – Georgian

  father – mama

  granddaughter & grandson – shvilishvili

  grandmother – bebia

  I love you – mikvarkhar

  little one – mtsire

  I fucking love you – Me shen miq’varkhar

  my dear, precious – chemo dzvirpaso

  my joy – chemo sikharulo

  my love, sweetheart – sakhvarelo

  precious girl -- dzvirpasi gogona

  sister – da

  uncle – bidza

  Dedication

  Intense love does not measure,

  It just gives.

  Prologue

  Levan

  Two years ago.

  “Levan.” Staring out the window as snow falls, melting much too quickly to accumulate given spring is around the corner, I wave Valerian Tamar into my office. The quiet house absorbs his footsteps as he crosses the expensive Persian rug I purchased because my little sister, Yelena, fell in love with it. I removed it from her room the day after her funeral, transferring it to the most used room in the house as a reminder of who we were, whom we’ve become, and why.

  “What is it?” Beyond the veil of the snow, I see a spattering of stars sparkling in the night sky. When I feel nostalgic, I imagine one of them is Yelena. She loved astronomy and dreamed of going to space one day.

  “Father Marcum is here.” My whole body stills at the name. I haven’t seen or spoken to the priest since my precious sister’s funeral. I haven’t even stepped foot in the once-comforting place of peace and worship since that day.

  “Send him in.” I know it’s important if he’s made the trip to our isolated property. Despite my aversion to the place of worship, I have deep respect for the man who helps so many while asking so little in return. “Father, how are you?” He appears far more weathered than the last time we met in person. “Val, have Ana bring in some tea.”

  His eyes roam the room as we’re left alone, bouncing off anything but me. “Father?” I prompt.

  “I take my duties of the confessional seriously.” I nod. I never had a doubt. “Never in the forty years that I’ve devoted my life to the Lord have I ever once thought of breaking my vows.” I nod again, growing tenser with each word he speaks. Something serious must have happened for him even to begin explaining this to me. “Yesterday, I received confession from a man who claims to have committed a crime so dastardly that I’m unable to absolve him or forgive him.”

  His eyes finally meet mine, and I see it. I see his tortured need to unburden himself, but he is having trouble because of his commitment to the man upstairs. “Do not tell me the confession, just give me the name.”

  Ana walks in with the tea before he speaks again, making small talk with the one person outside of my household that nearly everyone trusts. After tonight, I will ensure nothing terrible ever befalls Father Marcum, his church, or his flock because tonight, he has earned my unwavering loyalty until my dying breath.

  Chapter 1

  Levan

  Present Day.

  “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” She’s back. I’d know her voice anywhere.

  Abilene Bondar.

  Looks like an angel. Innocent as a newborn lamb.

  The atrocities occurring under the roof of her home have sent me into a rage unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The things she says, the blame she places on herself for sins committed by those around her make me sick. But I can’t do anything. I shouldn’t do anything.

  I want to kill everyone.

  “Father?” her curious voice trembles.

  “I’m here, child. Tell me your sins.” I always absolve her. She has nothing to feel guilty for. Abilene is as pure as the sun setting on the ocean. There is nothing she could ever do wrong.

  “I– You see…” I sit up straighter, strain my ears harder. I wish this fucking partition weren’t between us so I could analyze the look in her eyes as she has trouble speaking to me.

  “Go on. There is nothing you could say to shock me,” I encourage.

  “I did it again. I didn’t mean to. I fervently try not to. Something must be wrong with me.”

  “Did what?”

  “I tempted…teased. Taunted, he said.” The tears present as she struggles to speak boil my blood.

  “Tell me”—I choke back the fury in my voice—“everything. Explain to me what’s happened.”

  Her faint sniffles I register through the tressed window have my fists clenching. “His hands, they were…” She clears her throat. “They were between my legs. Touching me in places I never wanted him to. I cried, I tried to be good, but he was so angry. When he grabbed himself, he spewed all over me in seconds. You must believe me, Father. I never meant to, I swear! I remain in my room. I stay quiet, out of the way. I never move when he’s around. I wear baggy clothing and cover myself from ankle to neck, but I don’t know what else to do.”

  Watching as she places a hand on the partition, silently asking for support, I grow more furious with every passing second. Too much, she reminds me of why I’m here, whom I failed to protect.

  For a year, I have been doing this. Pretending. Role-playing. Lying.

  When Father Marcum approached me nearly two years after my little sister’s tragic demise with the name of the man who tortured, raped, and killed her, I was in disbelief. I am not a good man by any means, but even I know not to confess my sins to a priest, but he did.

  And I slaughtered him and the men who had a hand in her death. None of them made it through the night.

  After that, I wondered what other types of confessions the Father heard, and for the first time in two years, I returned to the church. Standing in the shadows, listening from the alcoves, and watching the men, women, and children who came and went, discovering many secrets.

  The people of Poti, Georgia, my city, my home, needed protection. They needed a savior—something I am not. But eliminating the evil in their lives was not only possible for me to do but has brought me immense pleasure since I began.

  Father Marcum has not been pleased with my efforts, but he can’t deny the peace his people are feeling. “Father?” Abilene’s scared voice breaches my ears, and I know it’s time for her to receive the safety of my protection. I was too blind before.

  By rage. Resentment. Guilt.

  Abilene Bondar isn’t just a girl from the village.

  She was Yelena’s best friend their entire lives.

  After Yelena was gone, I wished for so long that Abilene would have been the victim of the bastards who took my sister from me. Fortunately, once I slaughtered them all, I realized what I felt was irrational and undeserved. Abilene was quiet as a mouse and sweet as candy. She didn’t deserve it any more than Yelena.

  That guilt ha
s now crashed into the present because I often wonder if what she’s presently suffering isn’t due to wishes I had before.

  “I absolve you.” I finally give her the grace she’s seeking. “Soon, very soon, things will change for you, and you’ll live a life of safety and peace.” After we say a prayer together, I leave through the back of the confessional box and head to Father Marcum’s office to change. I’ve been taking confessions from Abilene and several others in place of Father Marcum when needed because he can’t absolve me of anything.

  No one can.

  I know that when I die, I’ll have a direct path to hell.

  I’ve made my peace with that. So have my men.

  The Georgia Brotherhood is much more than a group of hired hitmen. We rule the streets of this country because we don’t just crave power, we are the power. We are the boogeyman hiding in your children’s closets. We are the shadows in the streets that make you run. We are the haunted whispers of corrupt soldiers of war.

  Over the years, we have evolved from selling drugs and exporting guns to funding small wars in other countries. We’ve grown into an elite assassination team of men with no morals and fewer qualms about whom we hurt.

  Valerian Tamar and Zakar Joseph have been with me since the beginning, and we’ve had men come and go for various reasons over the years, but the three of us are the core, the founders. And now, we’ve added protection for those who can’t protect themselves in deference to Yelena.

  For years, she begged me to get out of the business. To start something new. Something worthwhile. And if I had listened to her, she might very well still be alive. I’ll never know, and I try not to think too hard about it because it would eat me alive.

  Exiting the rear of the church, Valerian waits for me in an obsidian SUV. “Not yet,” I tell him when he begins to move the vehicle forward. I must watch Abilene leave the church. I need to know where she lives because when I went searching for her a year ago, she was no longer at the address we used to retrieve her from when she visited.

  “Is that–”

  “Yes.” Yelena and Abilene meant just as much to Val and Zak as they did to me.

  “Why are we stalking her?” Val glances at me as Abi hunches her shoulders in the freezing cold. Not even a jacket on her.

  Fuck. I don’t care where she’s going, I can’t leave her. “Pull up beside her.” We’re next to her in seconds because Valerian does not obey traffic laws. Stepping out of the vehicle, I realize she doesn’t notice me as she attempts to hide her face from the wind in the collar of her sweater. “Abilene,” I snap because I’m angry she’s out like this.

  Stopping short, she nearly slips on the ice under her crappy shoes. Catching her by the arms, her body crashes into mine, and as I hold her, the feel of her soft, womanly curves does something to me that hasn’t happened in so long I’ve nearly forgotten about it.

  Abilene awakens my body, recognizing her as a woman instead of my sister’s schoolgirl friend.

  Angry over the realization, I growl, “What the hell are you doing out here like this? You’re not dressed for the weather.”

  “I…I…” Her teeth chatter, and her body shakes.

  “Never mind.” I pick her up and place her in the back seat. Val turns on the heated seats and blasts the hot air on her, and I strip off my sherpa-lined parka and lay it across her lap before slamming the door shut and climbing back in the front. “Home,” I demand. His eyebrows raise, and my irises darken with the promise of pain if he doesn’t do as I say.

  Abilene’s chattering teeth mix with the sounds of the heat blowing through the vents as we head back to my estate, where I’ve texted Ana to have the fireplace going and soup warming for Abilene. She could catch her death out here, and she doesn’t even care.

  “What the fuck were you thinking?” Spinning in my seat, I hiss the question at her, but she doesn’t seem to hear me. “Abilene!” Shouting her name makes her jump as she buries herself into the seat, hiding behind my coat.

  A pang of guilt smacks me in the face as I register the fear in her eyes, and I know I’m being unreasonable. I’m being an asshole. “I’m sorry,” I say, but my voice still sounds angry.

  Valerian rolls his eyes at me, but I see the way he watches her while remaining steady on the road. His concern wouldn’t be noticeable to many others, but I know him and Zakar as well as I know myself.

  “It’s not as though I had a choice,” Abilene snaps back. My friend’s lips twitch as we notice her glaring at me. The mouse has claws.

  “You could have stayed home.” Cursing myself, I know exactly why she didn’t.

  Her head turns to stare out the window, and it takes her a moment to realize we’ve left the city limits. “This isn’t the way home.”

  “We’re not going to your home.” Straightening myself in my seat, I wait for her protestation, but it doesn’t come. Silence falls over the three of us, and I’m glad I won’t have to fight her.

  Yet.

  She doesn’t realize she’s never returning home again.

  Abilene

  I didn’t want to leave the church.

  Between the cold temperatures and home, there was nowhere I wanted to go. The church and Father Marcum are all I have left to keep me grounded. To keep me tethered to this cruel world that seems determined to break me.

  After losing my best friend Yelena, I didn’t realize I had also lost the safety of her family. It took a year before my father and uncle became brave enough to touch me. To assert their dominance over my helpless body. I didn’t realize that before then, they’d been too intimidated by the man sitting in front of me.

  Levan Tsiklauri.

  It was unclear to me why people were so afraid of him. I grew up watching the way he loved his sister and grandmother. I didn’t see the man everyone else feared. He was just my best friend’s big brother.

  Later, I discovered he was a man of darkness. A killing machine, they called him. A master of the black arts, with death in his stare and blood dripping from his pores.

  Until today, I hadn’t realized the rumors impacted me, but when he stopped me, I was shocked. When he put me in his heated vehicle, I was grateful. Then he yelled, and I saw the anger in his eyes, heard it in his voice. I’d done something to earn his wrath, but I’m not entirely sure what.

  Perhaps, I’m a reminder of the past. A reminder of the time when there was love and laughter in his life. “Where are we going?” I gain the courage to ask. I don’t want to go home, but I’d prefer not to be clueless, either.

  He doesn’t answer me; instead, his companion does. “Our home.” Valerian had always been a mystery to me. As a man of few words, he watched more than spoke. I now find his gravelly voice to be soothing, relaxing as the heat seeps into my bones. A warmth I haven’t felt in far too long. “Are you warm enough?”

  Meeting his eyes in the mirror, I nod, offering a grateful half-smile. He matches the gesture, and my gaze drops. I’m not used to men being kind to me—not in many years. Aside from Father Marcum. He’s constantly offering me food and warmer clothing for our chilly winters. I always decline because the guilt would eat at me if I took away from those who genuinely need it.

  “You won’t be going back home.” Levan’s tone is soft but no less intense. I’m beginning to think he just sounds angry all the time.

  “I don’t have anywhere else to go,” I respond, closing my eyes, attempting to calm the tears fighting to break free.

  The vehicle stops, and my door opens, the wind immediately invading my body. “You do now.” Levan offers a hand to me. Accepting it, I stare up at the house I haven’t visited in far too many years. My feet freeze and my heart constricts with pain. Levan huffs out a breath when I remain in place before he scoops me up. “While I enjoy you in my arms, carrying you everywhere isn’t an ideal situation.”