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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Dare Me
Michael’s POVLate morning sunlight spilled through the tall dining room windows, painting the long table in gold. It should have felt calm or normal, but it felt like a battlefield.My fork scraped against the plate harder than necessary, the sound sharp enough that Ashley shot me a look but barely noticed. Fernando sat across the table, his posture perfect, his expression unreadable, calmly cutting into his food as if I hadn’t told him I wanted a divorce less than twenty-four hours ago.I wanted to hit him.The thought was raw, violent, and constant. It pulsed in my veins with every breath I took. I wanted to stand up, walk around the table, grab him by that pristine collar, and slam him into the wall just to see if that infuriating calm would finally crack, but I didn’t because Henry sat between us.So I swallowed the rage like broken glass and forced my hands to stay flat on the table.Fernando reached for his coffee.The scrape of ceramic against wood nearly snapped my control
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Chains Made of Blood
Fernando’s POVI hadn’t expected the word divorce to hurt like a bullet.It tore through me slowly, ripping something vital on its way in, lodging deep where I couldn’t pull it out without bleeding to death.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.Michael stood across from me, his shoulders squared, his jaw locked, eyes blazing with that familiar fire that had drawn me to him in the first place and all I could hear was his voice echoing inside my skull.“You want a divorce,” I repeated slowly.I needed to hear it again, needed to make sure I hadn’t imagined it.Michael didn’t hesitate.“Yes” he replied.Ashley sucked in a sharp breath like she’d been slapped. Nick went rigid beside her, instinctively stepping half a pace closer to Michael without even realizing it. Marlo and Mortis exchanged a brief glance, already reading the shift in my posture, the tightening of my shoulders, and the way my calm had gone razor-thin.“No,” I said.The word landed flat and absolute.Michael frowned,
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Lines Drawn
Michael’s POVI shouldn’t have come into his study.The moment my foot crossed the threshold, I knew I shouldn’t.Fernando stood behind his desk. He hadn’t sat down, he hadn’t even leaned back like he usually did when he wanted to project calm authority. He was braced forward, one hand flat against the polished wood, the other curled tightly at his side. His shoulders were squared, his posture rigid, every inch of him radiating restrained aggression.He looked like a man bracing for impact, and apparently, that impact was me.“So that’s it?” I asked, breaking the silence before it could suffocate me. My voice came out sharper than I had intended, edged with disbelief and anger I was no longer bothering to hide. “You just say no, and that’s supposed to be the end of it?”Fernando didn’t even look at me. His gaze was fixed somewhere over my shoulder, distant and dismissive, like I wasn’t worth the effort of direct confrontation.“Yes,” he said flatly. “That’s exactly how this works.”T
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don When Loves Becomes a Liability
Fernando’s POVI shut the study door harder than necessary. The sound echoed off the walls, sharp and final, but it didn’t do a damn thing to quiet the noise in my head caused by Michael.I dragged a hand through my hair and crossed the room, stopping in front of the liquor cabinet like it had personally offended me. I poured without measuring and the glass clinked against the counter, the amber liquid moving dangerously close to the rim.I gulped down half of it in one go.I welcomed the burn because it was easier to deal with than the knot in my chest, the one that had been tightening since I watched my son cry while shielding the man I had just publicly broken.I slammed the glass down.“I shouldn’t have told him the truth,” I muttered.The words hung in the air, heavy and accusatory.Behind me, the door opened quietly but I didn’t turn.Marlo, Emilio, and Mortis entered the room like they knew better than to announce themselves. The study felt smaller with them in it, the walls
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Blood and Choice
Michael’s POVHenry was still crying, not loud, not dramatic, just those broken, helpless sobs that come from a place too small to hold fear this big. His body was pressed against mine like he thought he could physically shield me, his thin arms wrapped around my shoulders, his face buried into my chest.“Please,” he whimpered. “Please don’t hurt him. Please don’t take him away.”Every sound he made felt like a blade sliding under my ribs.I shifted as much as the restraints allowed and wrapped my arms around him carefully, pulling him closer, bowing my head so my chin rested against his hair.“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Hey… hey, little man. I’m right here.”His hands fisted into my shirt. “You’re bleeding.”“I’m fine,” I said quickly. “See? I’m fine.”I pulled back just enough so he could see my face. My lip stung, my knees ached from the marble floor, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that Henry's eyes were full of terror.I brushed my thumb under his eye, wiping away t
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Down at the Foyer
Fernando's POV I woke up to my name being spoken like a warning.“Fernando.”It wasn’t screamed in a panicked way which was much worse.My eyes opened instantly, my body already moving before my mind fully caught up. The bed was warm but wrong with too much space on one side. My arm reached out on instinct and met nothing but rumpled empty sheets.I sat up sharply, my heart slamming hard.“Fernando,” Marlo said again, closer now.I turned my head and saw him standing just inside the room, his posture rigid, his face carefully neutral in the way my men get when something has already gone to hell and they’re bracing for impact.“Where is he?” I asked.My voice was calm and that scared even me.Marlo hesitated for half a second too long. “He’s… not in the room, boss.”Silence stretched.The room smelled like last night of heat, sweat, and the faint trace of Michael’s skin still clinging to the air like a ghost that hasn’t realized it was dead yet. My jaw tightened.“Explain,” I said.
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