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The Fire Between Us
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2025-09-10 17:16:30
Osarumwense Osakue 🔥 What happens when Fernando’s control over Michael turns into something dangerous—and Michael begins to realize he might be caught in a trap he can’t escape? 👉 Keep reading to see how loyalty, desire, and betrayal collide in the next explosive chapter.
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Anabelle’s Words
Michael’s POVIt was late afternoon when I received word that Henry had returned from school. The soft light of the sun slipped through the tall windows of the mansion, stretching long shadows across the marble floors as I made my way through the halls. The house was quiet, save for the faint sounds of brids outside and the occasional creak of old wood, a deceptive calm, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath.The sound of my footsteps echoed, measured and deliberate, though inside, my thoughts were anything but calm.Anabelle’s words from earlier still clawed at me when we had spoken in the kitchen that morning while I absentmindedly prepared Henry’s lunch, her tone casual but her words sharp as glass. She had said Fernando might fall for Dominique, that smooth-tongued stranger who had only just stepped foot into Fernando’s sight last night, and if he did, Fernando might replace me. The nerve of that girl.The idea gnawed at me, dug deep into my chest like a tho
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Mansion of Power
Fernando’s POV When you’ve clawed your way up from dirt and blood into the large halls of a mansion, every corner of the place becomes a reminder of what you survived. My estate is not just a home, it’s a monument. Every gilded stair, every piece of imported art, every carved stone is proof that I, Fernando Ramirez, does not bow, does not break, does not bleed for anyone but himself. And yet, I still get a strange satisfaction when someone else notices it.That afternoon, I decided to round off the tour of my mansion for Dominique. Marlo and I had already shown him the halls, the lounges, the grand dining room with its chandelier dripping crystal, and the wine cellar stocked with bottles older than any of us. Dominique had been wide-eyed from the first step through my front doors, and I have to admit, his awe fed something inside me. A man like him, humble, fresh, still green in this life, looking at me as though I were a king. I didn’t mind the worship, it suited me well.“Come,”
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Voices in the Kitchen
Michael’s POV I excused myself with a quiet word. Fernando caught my eye as I stepped away from the foyer, his brow lifting slightly, but he didn’t stop me. That was one of the things about him, he could command a room with a look, but he also knew when to let someone slip away without question. Marlo’s gaze tracked me, unreadable as always, while Dominique stood tall, shoulders squared, his face still marked with the remnants of the fight from last night. I could feel the weight of his presence even as I turned my back.I had been an agent of the FBI once, a man with a badge and a purpose, and now here I was, wandering into the kitchen of a mafia Don’s estate, preparing to make lunch like some kind of househusband. Life had a way of twisting you until you barely recognized your own self.But I had a new purpose now.My purpose was Henry. That boy needed someone to protect him, to pull him away from all of this before Fernando’s world changed him. If that meant I had to stand he
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don My Guest
Fernando’s POV Dominique and I stood in the middle of the foyer, shoulders squared despite the faint bruises that shadowed his jawline. The swelling along the ridge of his cheekbone looked worse in the daylight, yet it only seemed to highlight the strength in his features. For the first time I truly saw him. Last night, under the dim flicker of a streetlamp and the chaos of fists flying, I hadn’t noticed the cut of his cheekbones, the stubborn set of his mouth, or the way his eyes glimmered like steel.I cleared my throat, a small gesture to gather the moment under my control.“Marlo,” I said, gesturing toward the man beside me. “This is Dominique. I told you about him.”Marlo’s dark eyes moved slowly over Dominique, as though he were weighing him on some invisible scale. Marlo had always been like that, every new face was a potential ally or a potential threat, and he made sure to categorize them before the first handshake was even offered.Dominique inclined his head politely b
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Bruises He Can’t Hide
Micheal's POV Mornings in this house are never quiet, not really. There always seems to be something happening. I sat at the long dining table, a steaming cup of coffee between my hands, watching the most important little man in my life take his seat across from me. Henry, dressed neatly in his elementary uniform with his hair combed to perfection, beamed as he settled in while Fernando, in his usual dark suit, radiated that calm arrogance that unsettled me no matter how many mornings I wook up beside him.But it wasn’t just his smile that caught me today.It was his hands.He had bruised knuckles and the sight makes my stomach knot.He hadn’t been home when I went to bed last night. I had only felt the mattress dip sometime deep into the night, his warmth slipping against my back, his arm draped over me as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but those knuckles tell a different story.Henry noticed too.“Dad,” Henry said, his small voice cutting through the clinking of cutlery. He
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Beast I Hide
Fernando’s POV The night was thick with silence when I stepped out of the car.My men had vanished into the convenience store, their silhouettes framed by the light of its flickering sign. From the look of it, they were taking their sweet damned time buying drinks.How long could it possibly take to pick a bottle and walk back?I clenched my jaw, cursing them silently. Guards or errand boys? Sometimes I couldn’t tell the difference. If Michael ever knew the kind of incompetence I dealt with daily, he would understand why i had such a short fuse.That’s when I heard it again, the sound from earlier. It drifted from the alley beside the lot.“Is that all you’ve got?” he spat, his words dripping defiance even through his ragged breath.A grin tugged at my mouth before I could stop it.So, he was stubborn. I liked stubborn.My shoes clicked against the ground as I walked toward them, each step deliberate, proud, and unhurried. The men didn’t notice me at first. They were too busy swin
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