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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Moving Out
Michael’s POVI watched Fernando’s car disappear through the iron gates and my eyes nearly with it.I didn’t move until the last vehicle was gone, until the low rumble of engines faded into the distance and the house settled into that hollow, echoing quiet that always followed him when he left on something dangerous.Only then did I breathe because if I let myself feel everything at once, I would lose the nerve to do what came next."He’s gone," I thought to myself.That was step one which means there was more work to be done.I stood by the window longer than necessary, my arms crossed, my jaw tight, replaying the way Fernando had looked at me before he left. He was too suspicious, sharp and perceptive for his own good. He had most definitely felt something was off in my calm compliance and kiss but he still walked out that door which meant I was in the clear.Behind me, the door opened quietly and Ashley poked her head through.“You’re sure they’re gone?”Ashley’s voice was low, co
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Michael’s Kiss
Fernando’s POVBy the time I was ready to move, the house had fallen into a tense quiet but not one of peace.This was the silence that existed only when violence was imminent, when everyone inside the walls knew that blood was about to be spilled, but no one dared acknowledge it aloud. I adjusted the cuff of my jacket slowly and deliberately. The fabric was expensive, tailored to fit me perfectly, but beneath it sat my gun, cold and reassuring against my ribs. Appearances as well as control mattered, even when walking into a trap.Marlo approached from the side, his steps soundless despite his size. His expression was grim, but his eyes were steady.“Perimeter teams are in position. Emilio’s group will take the east approach while Mortis has eyes on all secondary exit routes” he said quietly.I nodded once. “No one moves unless I say so.”“Understood.”Marlo hesitated, just slightly. A pause most people wouldn’t notice, but I did.“You’re sure about this location?” he asked.I met
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Sitting at the pool
Michael’s POVThe sun sat too comfortably in the sky for what was brewing inside me.The swimming pool shimmered lazily, light bouncing off its surface in fractured patterns, and the air smelled faintly of chlorine and freshly cut grass.Henry laughed and the sound cut straight through the storm in my chest.I sat on one of the lounge chairs, elbows braced on my knees, watching him splash at the shallow end with Anabelle hovering nearby like a hawk pretending to be a lifeguard. Ashley sat beside me, her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, her posture relaxed in a way I knew was deliberate. She was pretending, giving anyone watching the impression that this was normal. That we were just friends enjoying the afternoon.Nick would have laughed at that thought.I dragged a hand down my face slowly, feeling the tension under my skin. My jaw still ached from how hard I had clenched it since breakfast, since the message and Fernando’s refusal.Ashley leaned slightly closer to me, her voice
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Bait
Fernando’s POV“He’s daring you,” Ashley said quietly, breaking the silence.Michael let out a humorless breath. “That has always been his style.”Marlo frowned, stepping closer. “Santiago has never been afraid of confrontation. But this is too open" He shook his head. Nick nodded slowly. “He’s baiting you into reacting.”I didn’t look at them because I was watching Michael and I knew he wanted to go.I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the air. “He’s trying to lure you.”Michael finally looked up at me. “I know.”“Then don’t look at that phone like it’s calling your name, because you're not going” I snapped.Ashley turned toward me. “Fernando—”“He wants chaos,” I continued, not breaking eye contact with Michael. “He wants to provoke a reaction because that’s how he operates.”Michael tilted his head slightly.“Santiago wouldn’t send this unless he was confident because he thinks he’s in control. That means he’s nearby and he wants to be seen” he said.Ashley stared at
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Dare Me
Michael’s POVLate morning sunlight spilled through the tall dining room windows, painting the long table in gold. It should have felt calm or normal, but it felt like a battlefield.My fork scraped against the plate harder than necessary, the sound sharp enough that Ashley shot me a look but barely noticed. Fernando sat across the table, his posture perfect, his expression unreadable, calmly cutting into his food as if I hadn’t told him I wanted a divorce less than twenty-four hours ago.I wanted to hit him.The thought was raw, violent, and constant. It pulsed in my veins with every breath I took. I wanted to stand up, walk around the table, grab him by that pristine collar, and slam him into the wall just to see if that infuriating calm would finally crack, but I didn’t because Henry sat between us.So I swallowed the rage like broken glass and forced my hands to stay flat on the table.Fernando reached for his coffee.The scrape of ceramic against wood nearly snapped my control
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Chains Made of Blood
Fernando’s POVI hadn’t expected the word divorce to hurt like a bullet.It tore through me slowly, ripping something vital on its way in, lodging deep where I couldn’t pull it out without bleeding to death.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.Michael stood across from me, his shoulders squared, his jaw locked, eyes blazing with that familiar fire that had drawn me to him in the first place and all I could hear was his voice echoing inside my skull.“You want a divorce,” I repeated slowly.I needed to hear it again, needed to make sure I hadn’t imagined it.Michael didn’t hesitate.“Yes” he replied.Ashley sucked in a sharp breath like she’d been slapped. Nick went rigid beside her, instinctively stepping half a pace closer to Michael without even realizing it. Marlo and Mortis exchanged a brief glance, already reading the shift in my posture, the tightening of my shoulders, and the way my calm had gone razor-thin.“No,” I said.The word landed flat and absolute.Michael frowned,
