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Fire and Blood

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-02 15:41:12

Fernando’s POV

The night was thick with the scent of gunpowder as bullets ripped through the air, each one carrying the intent to kill.

I bent behind the overturned car, gripping my gun so tightly my knuckles turned white.

Marlo was beside me, reloading his weapon with the efficiency of a man who had danced with death too many times before.

My men were scattered, ducking behind whatever cover they could find, exchanging gunfire with the bastards who dared to ambush us.

I was filled with so much rage.

My patience was at its breaking point, my fury barely contained beneath the surface.

Michael was still missing, and now we had these worthless pieces of trash trying to gun us down.

I clenched my jaw.

Someone was playing games with me, and I wasn’t in the mood for amusement.

A bullet bounced off the hood of the car, sending sparks into the air. Marlo cursed under his breath.

“This isn’t working,” Marlo muttered. “They have us pinned. Every time we move, they push harder. We need a
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    Marlo’s POV The moment I ended the call with Michael, I slammed the phone down so hard I heard the case crack. “Damn it!” I hissed, pacing the floor like a caged animal. Michael had messed it all up. Everything. All I wanted to do was to take Henry calmly when he was done from school and convince the kid it would be safer for him to be by my side in Fernando’s mansion. Simple. But somehow, Michael had taken it upon himself to act like a damn hero, swooping in to protect Henry like he was some noble father figure. It wasn’t his job. It was mine. Mine. I raked my hands through my hair, teeth clenched, jaw twitching from how hard I was grinding it. The room smelled like steam and roses. Anabelle had just finished ironing. The scent always calmed me before. Now it made me sick. “Marlo,” her voice came gently from the bedroom doorway. She was holding a dark charcoal suit—tailored, sharp-edged, and cold-looking. “You need to get dressed. The meeting is in an hour.” I didn’t resp

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    Marlo’s POV The moment I ended the call with Michael, I slammed the phone down so hard I heard the case crack.“Damn it!” I hissed, pacing the floor like a caged animal.Michael had messed it all up.Everything.All I wanted to do was to take Henry calmly when he was done from school and convince the kid it would be safer for him to be by my side in Fernando’s mansion. Simple. But somehow, Michael had taken it upon himself to act like a damn hero, swooping in to protect Henry like he was some noble father figure. It wasn’t his job. It was mine. Mine.I raked my hands through my hair, teeth clenched, jaw twitching from how hard I was grinding it.The room smelled like steam and roses. Anabelle had just finished ironing. The scent always calmed me before. Now it made me sick.“Marlo,” her voice came gently from the bedroom doorway. She was holding a dark charcoal suit—tailored, sharp-edged, and cold-looking. “You need to get dressed. The meeting is in an hour.”I didn’t respond right

  • Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don   A Watchful Eye and a Box of Pizza

    Michael’s POVI sat parked beneath the shadow of a scraggly oak tree across from Richmond Elementary, the engine off, my phone face-down on the passenger seat, and the smell of leather seats slowly turning stale in the summer heat. The AC hadn’t been running for over an hour now, but I didn’t mind. The sweat gathering at the base of my neck, under my shirt reminded me I was alive, alert and waiting.My eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror for the hundredth time.There it was. That black car was still there.The nerve of those morherfuckers to follow me to a school and try to get their hands on a child just because of their own personal gain.I had two suspects on who could have sent those bastsrds to watch Henry’s movement and it could either be Archer or Marlo.It had been parked two cars down and slightly behind me since 7:50 AM—right after I dropped Henry off for school. I didn’t need to see the faces inside to know exactly who they were so I couldn't know for sure whom had sen

  • Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don   The Line I Won’t Let them cross

    Michael's POV The front door slammed behind me, the echo bounced off the walls of Ashley’s apartment, the sharp crack ringing in my ears. I stood frozen for a second, my palm still on the doorknob, my chest heaving with each breath like I had run a marathon uphill in the rain. The air in the apartment was warm but all I could feel was the frost that clung to my skin from where I had just come. My knuckles were raw. My heartbeat a relentless drumbeat in my ears. I didn’t even hear Ashley approach until she was right in front of me, barefoot in that worn T-shirt she always slept in. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few strands loose around her face. But her eyes were sharp, scanning me like a nurse. “Michael?” she whispered. “Where the hell have you been?” My tongue felt dry as paper. “I wanted to come home early but i didn't know if they'll be following me so i decided to walk around a while.” Her brows furrowed. “Who…?” “Marlo, Mortis and Emilio.” She stared at

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  • Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don   Keep Your Hands Off Henry

    Micheal's POV The air in Saint Aldric’s Hospital parking lot was heavy. Not just with the thick evening mist that rolled in from the coastal cliffs, but with a kind of pressure that settled over my chest like wet cement. I needed a shower. I needed sleep. Hell, I needed peace. I was done with my phone call with Ashley and i couldn't count on Marlo taking me back hime because it was his car i had used to get to the hospital. I needed to stop a cab. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps—slow, purposeful ones—echoing off the pavement behind me. The kind of footsteps that didn’t carry good news. I turned. Marlo walked towards me with his usual cold expression and a small frown on his face masked by a stupid smirk carved onto his leathery face like he already thought he had won. Flanking him were Mortis and Emilio, silent as shadows, their faces unreadable beneath the cold glow of the lot’s flickering lights. “Michael,” Marlo drawled, as if we were old friends catching up afte

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