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Across the Waves
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Echoes He Can’t Remember
Michael’s POV The sky had turned that deep shade of velvet blue—the kind of blue that hinted at an ending and a beginning all at once. The house was quiet, too quiet. I sat by the kitchen counter, a cup of untouched tea in my hands, staring blankly at the floor tiles like they might give me answers I couldn’t find in my own head. Ashley walked in a few minutes later, barefoot, her oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder, and her dark curls tied into a lazy bun. She was holding her phone loosely by her side, the screen still glowing from whatever she had just read. Her face told me before she even spoke that something was wrong. “Any news?” I asked, my voice gravelly from the hour or maybe the weight in my chest. She leaned on the doorframe for a second, then crossed over to me, sitting at the stool beside mine. “The hospital called. Fernando’s waking hours are more frequent now.” I nodded slowly. “And…?” I asked already hoping for something more than I already knew, o
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Sudden News
Archer’s POV I leaned back in my chair, finally allowing the tension to melt from my shoulders. If anyone had told me being a CEO of numerous companies in one of the most bustling cities in the US would be like this, I might have just decided to be like one of those rich men who stayed at home and partied all day. I couldn’t do that. I thrived on the adrenaline rush of being the center of attention and always winning, even though I was already exhausted. The boardroom was quiet now. The digital projector still hummed softly, casting ghostly light against the far wall, but the last of the investors had cleared out ten minutes ago. The meeting had gone well—on paper. Numbers were up, projections stable. But nothing about the triumph settled right in my chest. Not today. I had just reached for my glass of whiskey when my phone buzzed. It was Harold calling. My butler rarely called. Texts, yes, for calendar adjustments, reminders, clothing suggestions—but calls? That usually mea
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Boy Between Us
Michael’s POV Evening had long fallen, cloaking the city in shadows and silence. Inside the waiting room, the silence felt deeper. Henry’s soft breathing filled the air, his small chest rising and falling against mine in gentle rhythm. He was fast asleep, sprawled across my lap, his head tucked under my chin, his curly hair tickling my neck. One of his hands clutched the front of my shirt, like he knew if he let go, I might disappear. We had been waiting here for hours, and it had taken its toll on the poor kid. “Hang in there, bud… just a little longer" I rubbed Henry’s back gently, whispering. The door creaked open, and a nurse peeked in. “Mr. Carter?” she said softly. “The doctor says you can go in now. Mr. Ramirez is awake.” My heart stuttered in my chest. Finally. I adjusted Henry carefully and stood up, his weight still curled against me like a little sloth. His small arms instinctively looped around my neck. I nodded at the nurse, thanked her quietly, and followe
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Cracked Pieces
Fernando’s POV It had been infuriatingly long hours since I saw Michael. My eyes fluttered open to the blinding white lights of the hospital ceiling. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the sterile glow and the annoying beeping of a heart monitor beside me. A slow breath expanded in my lungs, sharp and hollow like something was missing inside me. I hated this feeling—this sense of being restrained, confined, and completely out of control. I turned my head to the left. The wide windows offered no comfort, only a view of the empty courtyard drenched in silence. A nurse passed by the door, murmuring something into her earpiece. I didn’t like hospitals. Never had. The walls always felt like they were closing in. But this room, this private room, felt like a prison. "You're awake," a deep voice said. I turned to the right. My doctor, a tall man in a slate-blue coat, stepped closer. He looked calm, calculating, and always with that damn clipboard in hand. I didn’t like him.
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Shared Blood
Michael's POV Henry's tiny arms clung to me like I was the last thing holding his world together. His sobs shook his entire body, and each one pierced straight through my chest like needles. “Why did he say that?” he choked out between hiccupping cries. “Why did dad say that? Did I do something wrong?” I held him tighter, cradling the back of his head, trying to keep my voice steady for his sake. “No, Henry. No, baby boy. You didn’t do anything wrong. None of this is your fault.” I sat down slowly on the edge of the velvet couch in hospital suite, pulling Henry onto my lap. My fingers combed gently through his soft, dark curls. I could feel how shaken he was—hell, I could feel how shaken I was. But I had to stay strong. For him. “Then why would he say that?” Henry whispered again, looking up at me with his tear-streaked cheeks and quivering lips. “He said it like he meant it.” I kissed the top of his head. “Because he doesn’t remember, Henry. He’s confused right now. Someti
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Forgotten Fire
Michael’s POV I didn’t think I would hear his voice again. Not today, not like this. At the sound of his voice, we froze. The room stilled, as if time itself had stopped spinning. Henry’s eyes widened. “D-Dad?” I turned toward the bed slowly, my stomach flipping as I stared at the man who, minutes ago, was lying comatose in a sea of wires and beeping machines. Fernando was awake. His eyes were open, blinking sluggishly but clea and focused. His jaw clenched as he scanned the room, then grimaced at the overhead light as if it offended him. Anabelle ran towards the door. “I’ll get the doctor!” Henry didn’t wait for permission. He launched himself forward, arms outstretched like a missile of love and disbelief. “You’re awake! Daddy, you’re really awake!” Fernando looked at him as one might a stranger at the door. His arms remained limp by his side. His expression was wrong, that warmth gone. The spark of affection I had seen countless times between Fernando and Henry w
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