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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Voice in the Shadows
Michael's POVThe car came to a slow stop. The humming of the engine faded into the sound of waves slapping gently against the docks. The salty air filtered in through the barely cracked window. We were here. Wherever "here" was.I looked outside and saw a row of abandoned shipping containers and the eerie silhouettes of old cranes reaching into the night.The entire scene looked too weird to me.It was the far end of the dock—Rodger's private lot. It was isolated and controlled. Exactly the kind of place someone like him would own.Rodger freed his hand from mine and handed me his phone. I hesitated."Go on," he said. "Call him."The device felt heavy in my palm. Not in weight, but in what it represented. One wrong word. One misstep. And he could ruin everything. My life, my relationship with Fernando. All of it balanced on the edge of a razor.I took a deep breath."Before I do this," I said slowly, "I need to know. Really know. That you're going to keep your end of the deal. I
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Wild Storm
Fernando’s POVI kicked the tire of my car so hard it hurt. The echo bounced off the restaurant walls, turning a few heads in the dimly lit parking lot.They could stare all they want. None of them could understand what I was going through. My blood boiled under my skin, heat climbing up my neck, nearly suffocating me.Michael was gone.Rodger had him.And I had been sitting on my ass, arguing with Ethan like a goddamn jealous teenager while my world was being taken from me.I slammed my fist on the car hood. The metal groaned beneath the force.I had let my stupid pride get the better of me the moment when I should have done better.A couple walking toward their car stared at me like I was a lunatic. I turned to them, my eyes wild."What?! You never seen a man lose everything before?" I barked.The man flinched, pulled his date close, and hurried past.I leaned against the hood, my breath shallow, fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. My phone was still warm from th
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Cage of Secrets
Michael’s POVMy stomach still hurt from the punch—a hard, unforgiving blow that had stolen my breath and curled me inward like a fist. The dull ache pulsed under my ribs, a constant reminder of just how far Rodger was willing to go. I leaned slightly against the seat, trying not to wince, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing just how much pain I was in.I glanced at him. He was smirking. Not the kind of smirk you give when you win—no. This one was slower, more personal. Like he was watching something unfold exactly as he wanted it to."Well," he said finally, slipping the phone back into his coat, "that went about as I expected."I turned my head away, refusing to look at him. My jaw tightened, grinding against anger and frustration."You’re pissed," he said casually, like he was pointing out the weather."What do you think?" I snapped. "You had me punched and shoved into a car. And now you’re taking me God knows where.""Technically, you're not so bad. Just bruised.
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Fire in the Dark
Fernando's POVThe clink of cutlery against my plate echoed in the hollow space of the restaurant. Every bite I had forced down now churned in my gut like regret. I had finished my meal—alone.Michael’s seat sat empty across from me, his plate untouched, steam from his meal long faded. He had seemed so excited to try it. Now the dish looked like a cold reminded of how cold our evening had gone.His glass of wine stood untouched too, casting long reflections under the dim candlelight. The silence was deafening.I leaned back, running a hand over my face.“Good job, Fernando,” I muttered, my voice low and bitter. “You did it again.”That flicker of rage—so familiar, so strong —had flared up the moment I saw Ethan. Of all the damn restaurants in this city, why this one? Why tonight? Fate had a way of crawling back into your life like smoke under a door—subtle, choking, and impossible to ignore.The doors at the far end of the restaurant swung open. Ethan entered, his posture calm
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Dangerous Night
Michael's POVI stormed out of the restaurant like a man possessed, each step echoing with frustration against the polished pavement. I didn’t bother looking back. I didn’t need to. If Fernando was following me, I would have heard his smug, arrogant footsteps by now. But he wasn’t.Of course he wasn’t.I stopped at the edge of the parking lot, standing next to the sleek black car we had arrived in. I would have sat inside, shut the door, and tried to breathe, but I was too angry. Too humiliated. Ethan didn’t deserve that. He hadn’t done anything except show up and do his job. Yet Fernando, in all his typical cruelty, had treated him like garbage. And for what? Jealousy? Ego? Spite?I wanted to get as far away from that restaurant—and from Fernando—as possible.I'm sure Ashley would be laughing at me now.I wanted to leave, but I didn’t. I just stood there, leaning against the passenger door, crossing my arms and staring out at the glowing city skyline. The neon signs of nearby
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Bitterness Served Hot
Fernando's POV This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go. Not even in the slightest way had i predicted something like this would happen.Don't get me wrong, it's not like I had looked forward to this ridiculous dinner Santiago forced us into, but I had imagined enduring it with mild annoyance, not full-blown rage simmering under my skin the moment I was already settled and ready to eat.Michael had already found a way to ruin my appetite and I managed to shut him up, but things had taken an entirely different road.We were already seated and the atmosphere was nearly perfect. The dimly lit restaurant with sleek modern chandeliers hanging above each table, the golden glow bouncing off polished cutlery and white ceramic plates made me feel at peace to be around such ambiance again.The clinking of wine glasses and soft piano music formed a cultured atmosphere that I didn't know I missed.People were dressed to impress, couples leaned across tables, whispering and laughing softly.T
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Secrets in Candlelight
Michael’s POVThe restaurant’s soft golden lights spilled out from its tall glass windows, casting long shadows on the pavement as our car came to a stop.The scent of garlic, basil, and baked bread lingered in the air, and faint classical music hummed from within. The atmosphere truly spoke of nothing less than luxury. I stepped out first, smoothing the front of my suit. The breeze was soft tonight, the kind that wrapped around you like silk.I adjusted my cuffs and looked around, a low whistle escaping me. “Damn,” I muttered, mostly to myself. “Santiago really knows how to pick a good restaurant. This place looks like a dream.”Fernando stepped out after me, his black-on-black suit making his broad frame appear even more commanding. He glanced up at the ornate signage above the entrance and shrugged casually.“It’s nice,” he said, brushing nonexistent lint off his shoulder. “But I have been to much fancier places. Still, I’ll give him this one. It’s got charm.”I gave him a sid
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Night Before War
Fernando’s POVThe evening breeze rolled over my skin, cool and whispering, tugging at the edge of my nerves. I stood by the sleek black car parked outside Santiago’s estate, the engine already humming softly beneath the hood. I had dismissed the driver hours ago. If Santiago was going to force me to do this, I at least wanted control over the wheel. It gave me something to hold on to, something to steer—unlike the mess my life had become these past months.I never would have imagined this is how I would be leaving but a man has got to do.what he has to to survive. I will come back stronger and cement my name into the lips of every mafia family in the world as the greatest Don.That's what made me keep fighting, despite how the odds were all stacked against me.My fingers tapped on the roof of the car, a rhythmic beat of growing impatience. I hated being made to wait. Especially for things that didn’t interest me. A peaceful dinner with Michael? Santiago might as well have asked
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Fernando's Bruised Ego
Micheal's POV The morning light crept into the vast halls of Santiago’s mansion with a quiet sort of arrogance—much like Fernando himself. I made my way to the dining room slowly, still nursing the complicated emotions from last night. Slapping Fernando hadn’t been something I planned, but it had happened. It had left a mark—not on his skin, but between us. I could feel it like a weight pressing down on my chest.The scent of coffee, toast, and grilled steak guided me forward. As I stepped into the spacious dining room, the long mahogany table came into view, bathed in sunlight from the tall, arched windows. Fernando and Santiago were already seated. Fernando, unsurprisingly, looked perfect even with a faint bandage on his temple. His posture was regal, his fingers methodically cutting into a piece of steak. Santiago looked more relaxed, chatting idly with a smirk on his face.“Good morning,” I said carefully, glancing between them.“Morning,” Santiago replied with a slight
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