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Ashes at the Altar
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Fracture Point
Fernando’s POVFor a heartbeat, I couldn’t move.The world narrowed to the outline of Michael’s body framed by the open window, moonlight spilling over his shoulders like a silent invitation. One leg was already over the ledge. His fingers clung to the stone sill with grim resolve, his knuckles white, his muscles taut.He wasn’t hesitating, he wasn’t afraid, he had already decided and that realization hurt more than any bullet ever had.“Michael!” I shouted, my voice breaking through the room like shattered glass.He didn’t look back and that terrified me more than if he had.My body moved on instinct, pure animal panic driving me forward. I crossed the room in long, desperate strides and wrapped my arms around his waist, hauling him back just as his grip slipped. He sucked in a sharp breath as we stumbled, colliding with the bed, the curtains moving wildly as the window remained open, mocking me.“Let go of me!” he yelled, thrashing violently.“No!” I snapped, tightening my hold. “
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Locked Room
Michael's POVThe entire scenario felt too familiar.The lock, the silence, the way the walls seemed to press closer the longer I stayed inside.I stood in the middle of the bedroom Fernando had locked me in, my chest rising and falling too fast, my hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. The room was elegant with soft lighting, expensive furniture, the faint lingering scent of cologne and flowers from a wedding that never truly finished but none of that mattered right now.I was locked in, again, and I hated it even more this time.Fernando had done this before but it was a different house, different circumstances but the same stupid excuse."This is for your own good."A bitter laugh escaped my throat.“I’m not doing this,” I muttered to myself. “Not again.”I paced from one end of the room to the other, my footsteps sharp against the floor. Every second I stayed here felt like surrender, like I was letting Santiago win by sitting quietly while he breathed,
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don What Love Costs
Fernando’s POVMichael’s fists hit the door again. The sound tore through me sharper than any gunshot that night.“Let me out, Fernando!” he shouted. “You have no right to lock me in like this!”I stopped walking on the other side of the door, my hand clenched into a fist, my forehead pressed against the wall for a brief, unforgivable second to ground my thoughts. His anger vibrated through the walls, raw and unfiltered, and I hated that I could hear the pain beneath it.I forced myself to straighten.“No,” I said firmly. “You’re not leaving that room.”A bitter laugh followed. I thought he would calm down but it seemed he only needed one second to turn distasteful.“So that’s it? You decide when I breathe now?”My jaw tightened. “I decide when you’re safe.”“You don’t get to decide anything for me anymore!” he snapped. “You lost that right the moment you lied to me.”The words hit harder. I closed my eyes, inhaled slowly, and reminded myself why I was doing this.“Michael,” I said,
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Vilain
Michael's POVThe weight of the gun felt wrong in my hand.I stared at it for half a second, at the cold metal pressed against my palm, at the way my finger rested against the trigger and something in me recoiled. A voice in my head screamed that this wasn’t me, that this wasn’t who I was supposed to be but then I looked at Fernando and that voice drowned.He stood there, stunned, breathing shallowly, his dark eyes fixed on the weapon pointed at his chest. The man who had wrapped his arms around me only hours ago, the man who had sworn vows to me, the man who had promised to bring Santiago to me and failed.I tightened my grip and even I was shocked at myself but I didn’t lower the gun.“Move,” I said again, my voice hoarse. “I’m not joking.”Fernando swallowed. I saw his throat move, saw the way his jaw clenched as he struggled to hold himself still. His hands were open at his sides, deliberately relaxed, as if he were trying not to provoke me.“Michael,” he said softly, dangerousl
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don When Love Turns On Me
Fernando's POVThe door closed behind me with a sound that felt final.Michael stood in the center of the room, his shoulders rigid, his hands clenched so tightly I could see the tension ripple through his arms. I took a slow step forward. “Michael—”He spun around so fast the air seemed to crack.“Where is he?” His voice was sharp, raw, vibrating with fury that hadn’t yet found a target strong enough to bleed. “Where is Santiago?”I didn’t answer immediately. I already knew that hesitation would cost me, but I also knew that the truth would cost me more.His eyes flicked over my body and my blood-stained sleeve, the faint bruise darkening my jaw, the stiffness in my posture.The realization hit him instantly and his face changed.Hope didn’t fade and it collapsed.“You didn’t get him,” he said quietly.The softness in his voice scared me more than his anger ever could.“No,” I admitted. “He escaped.”The silence that followed was deafening then Michael laughed. It was short, bitter
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Waiting Behind Locked Doors
Michael’s POVThe room felt too small for my thoughts.I paced from one end to the other, my footsteps sharp against the marble floor, back and forth like a caged animal. Every step echoed too loudly in my ears, every second stretching until it felt like torture. The walls were thick, reinforced, meant to protect, but all they did was trap me with the sounds of gunfire bleeding through stone and steel.Gunshots sounded in the distance. Not close enough for me to see, but not far enough for me to ignore.Ashley sat on the couch with Henry pulled close to her side. She had one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other gently rubbing circles into his back. Henry’s face was pale, his small fingers clenched tightly in the fabric of her dress like letting go would send him spiraling into something worse.He was trying to be brave and that made it harder.Emilio stood by the door, unmoving, his gun held low but ready, his eyes sharp as he scanned the perimeter outside the window.He loo
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