CHAP: 13{escape plan}

{Mac Allister}

I stood there at the altar, my gaze fixed upon Jacinda and Tommy (who was been pushed in his Ash colored wheelchair) approaching me. A knot tightened in my stomach. The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts.

My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

I stood there, my eyes fixed upon Tommy in his wheelchair, and a surge of mixed emotions welled up within me. Seeing him pull out a cigarette and begin smoking, an act that symbolized defiance and a rebellious spirit, added an unexpected layer of complexity to the mome