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Shadows at the Docks
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2025-05-18 18:25:52
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Gunshot
Michael’s POVThe room I was kept smelled old, like it hasn't been cleaned in decades. Rodger sat comfortably in a chair meant for someone far more important. His legs were crossed, his suit sharp despite the grimy environment, and in his hand, he swirled a crystal glass half-filled with alcohol. I watched him from my chair angrily.My back ached because I have been here for too long.And Fernando still hadn’t come.I knew he would. I knew him.But it was taking too damn long.I glanced at the only guard in the room. He stood near the door, his arms folded over his chest, his gun holstered, his expression blank.I wondered if I could take him. If I could knock him out, grab his weapon, maybe shoot my way out.Rodger noticed.“You’re calculating,” he said, smiling. “I can see it in your eyes. The mental math. The escape routes. The blood you’re willing to spill.”I didn’t answer.He sipped from his glass. “Don’t bother. He would shoot you before you got halfway there. And even if y
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Shadows at the Docks
Fernando's POVThe night wrapped around us. We were a mile out from Rodger’s docks, hidden behind a warehouse that hadn’t seen use in decades. Our engines were off, our SUVs hidden behind a wall.Santiago’s men came out of their vehicles like disciplined shadows, quiet and precise, dressed in black from head to toe. No voices were heard. Just the soft shuffle of boots, the click of gear being checked one last time, and the thrum of anticipation pulsing in the air like electricity.I stood at the center, followed by Marlo on my right and Mortis to the left. Emilio hid near a rusted oil drum, scanning the dark skyline with a pair of infrared binoculars. Santiago stood across from me, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable—as always. He radiated calm, the kind born from a life lived in violence.I cleared my throat, drawing everyone's eyes. It was time to lead."Listen up. This isn’t a raid. It’s a retrieval mission. We get in, we get Michael, we get out. Clean and quiet. L
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Operation Bloodline
Fernando’s POVThe air in Santiago’s compound was thick with tension, gun oil, sweat, and the unspoken promise of violence. We were preparing to go and make a bastard pay dearly with his life for making a very big mistake of crossing me.Shadows danced under the fluorescent lights overhead, flickering like restless ghosts. Santiago’s men stood around us in a semi-circle, their faces grim, eyes cold, as though they had already accepted they might not all return from this mission.At the center stood Santiago, Marlo, Mortis, Emilio, and me—five men in a storm about to break. Around us were crates of ammunition stacked against the walls, open cases displaying assault rifles, pistols, grenades, and combat knives gleaming with a cruel hunger for action. The scent of determination and power clung to everything. This wasn’t a mission. This was war.Michael.The thought of his name alone made my jaw tighten.That clever bastard had managed to send me a message—cryptic, coded, but clear t
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don After the Ashes
Ashley’s POVWhite sheets tucked around my legs. My left side ached like hell, bandaged tightly from rib to hip. They said I was lucky that the bullet had missed every vital organ. Lucky. I rolled the word around in my head.Nothing about this felt like luck. Not the blood. Not the silence from Michael.A soft knock tapped against the door."Come in," I said, my voice hoarse.Dr. Elridge, the man with the steadiest hands and the softest eyes in the entire bloody hospital, walked in with a clipboard and a look that told me he was both impressed and exhausted. He was the one who patched me up when I came in, practically bleeding out on the stretcher. I owed him my life. Still, I braced myself. He didn’t come here for small talk."Agent Ashley," he began, sliding into the chair beside my bed. "Or should I say, ex-patient Ashley?"I offered a tired smirk. "Didn’t think you’d miss me that much."He chuckled briefly, then his tone shifted. "I wanted to speak to you before you leave.
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
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