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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Thorns in the Garden
Michael’s POV The garden was still. Too still.Everything should have felt peaceful, but the only thing stirring inside me was a bitter frustration.I dragged my feet along the winding stone path, hands buried deep in the pockets of my jacket, eyes scanning nothing.Each step was heavier than the last, as if I carried the weight of every secret Fernando ever fed me, every lie he forced me to live with, every memory he burned into my brain with those cold, commanding eyes.And then there were the footsteps.Two sets. Always two.I didn’t have to look to know they were there. They were the guards Fernando had assigned to me.I sighed and came to a slow stop. The guards stopped too, their boots clicking against the stones."Do you guys ever get tired of playing watchdog?" I asked, my voice tight, barely masking my irritation.No answer.I turned slowly to face them, my expression somewhere between defiance and exhaustion. "I said, do you ever get tired of following me around like sha
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Car at the Curb
Ashley’s POV I was locking my apartment door when I heard her voice, sharp as ever, slicing through the quiet of the hallway.“Heading out already, Agent Ashley?”I turned, already expecting her.There stood Mrs. Langston, my neighbor from across the hall, wrapped in her signature pink robe with a feathered trim that had seen better days. Her hair was rolled tight in bright curlers, and in her hand was the ever-present mug that declared #1 Grandma, despite her never having mentioned any grandchildren.She leaned against her doorframe, her eyes gleaming with unspoken questions. She was harmless, mostly. But today, her prying nature rubbed me the wrong way.“Morning, Mrs. Langston.” I nodded politely. “Just heading to the office. Early day.”Her brow rose, clearly unconvinced. “Must be something important. I saw you pacing around your living room window earlier. Thought maybe you were arguing with someone.”I gave a small laugh that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Just work stress. Yo
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Storm Within
Michael’s POVI couldn’t sleep. Again.The room was cold—colder than it should have been. The kind of cold that seeped under your skin and curled around your bones. I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, hands clasped so tightly they trembled. My jaw ached from how hard I was clenching it. Every second felt like a weight on my chest, an invisible pressure that only grew with time. I wasn’t disturbed by the silence; I was haunted by the uncertainty.What the hell was Fernando discussing with Ashley?The message I had seen on his phone wouldn’t leave me alone. It played in my head like a song stuck on repeat, each line more damning than the last.Ashley’s name was right there. No denying it. No mistaking it. I raked a hand through my hair, tugging hard at the roots as if pain could bring clarity. "What promise, Ashley?" I whispered into the emptiness. "What the hell did you get yourself into?"The longer I stayed silent, the louder the questions screamed inside my h
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Blood in the Smoke
Fernando's POV I adjusted the cuff of my sleeve, watching the city blur past through the bulletproof windows of Santiago's armored car. The sun had barely set, casting the streets in the gold colours of early evening.Santiago sat beside me, silent, his face unreadable. But I didn’t need him to speak. I already knew what he was thinking. This meeting tonight had to go smoothly. No surprises. No betrayals. Just a clean expansion of my empire into a part of the city that had been held too long by degenerates pretending to be kings.We turned into an abandoned industrial yard. The headlights cut through dust and shadow, revealing three other vehicles already parked in a loose circle. The gang we were here to meet, Los Lobos, were territorial, unpredictable, and always smelling like cheap tobacco and even cheaper loyalty.Mortis, Marlo, and Emilio were already waiting on site, dressed sharp but dangerous. Santiago's men followed us, fanned out, watching every shadow with their f
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Hiding in the Silence
Fernando's POV It was one of those rare nights when the silence felt heavier than sound. The kind of quiet that didn't come with peace—only with weight. The walls of Santiago's mansion were thick, designed to trap secrets, and yet tonight they felt like they were closing in on me, trying to trap something else. Maybe regret, maybe truth, or maybe just my ghosts.Michael had left my room in anger, earlier. His footsteps had faded down the hallway, sharp and angry. I had pretended to fall asleep after our argument—a tactical retreat. He was angry about the text. Ashley's text. And though I had given him a charming lie, a clean deflection, something told me he wasn't fooled. That man could read my silences better than anyone ever had.I sat up in bed now, alone. The sheets still smelled like Michael. He didn’t know I noticed, but I always did. Everything about him clung to my senses like it was branded into me. His anger lingered too.I ran my hand through my hair and stood, walk
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Shadows Between Us
Michael’s POV Sleep had come to Fernando easier than I expected tonight. His eyes were closed shut and the rising and falling of his chest only made it even more obvious of how tired he was.Maybe it was the exhausting meetings or whatever new schemes he was spinning in that mind of his. For me, sleep remained a stranger. Every tick of the old clock mounted on the wall above the dresser seemed to drill deeper into my skull.It had been days—no, weeks—without a single ounce of freedom. I had absolutely no contact with the outside world. Fernando’s iron grip wasn’t just physical anymore; it was mental as well as emotional. I needed to breathe. I needed to know what was happening beyond the walls of Santiago’s massive estate.Most importantly, I needed to talk to Ashley.She had to know what I was going through. I didn’t care if she hated me. I didn’t care if she didn’t believe I was still the same person beneath all this chaos. I just... needed to hear her voice. And that meant
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