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The Scent of Deception
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Too Close for Comfort
Fernando's POV The bathroom light buzzed softly above me, flickering once as if the bulb were trying to decide whether to stay on. I still stood in front of the mirror, my arms braced on the cold porcelain of the sink, staring at a version of myself I barely recognized anymore.I looked… tired.I rubbed my face with both hands and exhaled sharply.What the hell am I doing?Everything between us had unraveled so messily, and now?Now, I was back in the same space as him. The scent of him still hung faintly in the air: that clean, spicy cologne he always wore, the one that made my chest ache. I shouldn’t still remember it. I shouldn’t still care.I looked away from the mirror. I didn’t like the expression staring back at me.Then a sudden thud behind the door made my spine stiffen.A beat passed.Then the door swung open with such force it slammed into the wall with a bang.Michael stood there. His shirt slightly wrinkled, hair messy like he had been pulling at it, his eyes wild wit
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Bruised Hearts
Michael’s POVThe throbbing in my arm hadn’t stopped since it was fixed by Ashley. The bandages were tight, a constant reminder that I had nearly died today—or maybe yesterday, I didn’t even know what time it was anymore. The painkillers had dulled the edge, but the ache still lived deep in the muscle, pulsing in time with my heartbeat like it was angry for being ignored.I should be in bed. Nick had told me that. Ashley had said the same. But as I sat on the couch staring at the pale wall across from me, I couldn’t shake one thought—Henry.I needed to see him. Even if he was asleep. Especially because he was asleep. I just wanted to see his face, to know he was okay. Maybe I just needed some part of today to feel… normal.I pushed myself up, wincing as the strain sent fire up my arm, and walked barefoot down the hallway. The house was quiet, cloaked in that strange midnight stillness that makes you feel like you’re trespassing even when it’s your own home.I gently opened Henry’s
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Reflections in Steam
Fernando’s POV The bathroom was still warm, thick with the scent of body wash and oils in the air. Droplets of water clung to my skin, tracing lazy lines down my torso as I stared at myself in the fogged-up mirror. I wiped the mirror with the edge of a towel, revealing my own reflection — damp, weary, and bare-chested.Maybe I shouldn't have listened to Michael.Letting him talk me into staying the night at Ashley’s place instead of hunting Archer down had felt wrong, foreign. The kind of decision I would’ve laughed at just a few months ago. Now I was here. Wrapped in a towel. In someone else's territory.I ran a hand through my damp hair and sighed, gripping the edge of the sink hard enough that my knuckles whitened. The sting of Archer’s name still itched at the back of my throat like a threat.Michael’s arm had been grazed. A bullet meant to be a warning, maybe, but it was still a bullet.A fucking bullet.And I stayed.My phone buzzed on the edge of the counter. I snatched it
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Night of Truths
Michael's POV The night was heavy with silence, the kind that presses against your skin like humidity. I lay on the soft mattress, my head cushioned against the warm fluff of Ashley’s guestroom pillows, but rest felt like a foreign concept. My shirt was off, and a thin blanket covered my legs. The faint murmur of voices downstairs filtered through the floorboards, but I couldn't make out the words. Probably Ashley talking to Nick. Probably about me. A soft knock came at the door. “Come in,” I said, voice rough. Ashley entered quietly, a small glass of water in one hand and a first aid kit in the other. “You’re going to be sore for a few days,” she said gently as she walked toward me, setting the water down on the nightstand. “I’ve had worse,” I muttered, though my body protested even that small admission. She sat beside me, dabbing antiseptic on a cotton pad. “Still hurts like hell though, doesn’t it?” I didn’t answer. She pressed the cotton to my wrist, and I flinched
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Waiting in the Silence
Fernando’s POV The clock on the wall glared back at me. It was 11:03 p.m but Michael still hadn’t come home. Across from me, Ashley paced. Her slippers made a soft, dragging sound against the hardwood floor. She had been pacing for over an hour, only breaking it to try calling Michael again, and again, and again. Each time, the call went unanswered. Each time, her worry seemed to deepen. “He’s still unreachable,” she said again, her voice hoarse with fatigue and frustration. She stared down at her phone, then pressed it to her chest like holding it close might somehow summon him home. “Straight to voicemail.” I nodded, trying to stay grounded—for both our sakes. “Could be his battery. Maybe it died. Or maybe he’s just somewhere with no signal. Parking garage or underground level or—” “Stop,” she snapped, turning sharply. Her voice didn’t match her usual calm. It was frayed and tired. “Stop making excuses.” “I’m not,” I said, slowly. “I’m just trying to be realistic. Jumping
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Breakout
Michael’s POV Pain.It hit me in waves—sharp, stinging, relentless. The bullet hadn’t gone in, but it had grazed deep enough to rip through skin and flesh like a hot blade. My upper arm throbbed violently, and though I had managed to sit upright, the dizziness clawing at my vision made it feel like the room was swaying. Blood trickled steadily through the soaked fabric of my shirt. I was losing too much. Too fast.Across from me, Archer paced like a lion trapped in its own pride. His eyes wild, jaw clenched, no remorse, and no apology. Just bitter resentment and the stench of his own pride.“I think you’re some kind of hero, huh,” he muttered, kicking a wooden crate against the wall.“I’m not a hero,” I said through clenched teeth, suppressing a groan. My wrists were still bound behind me, but my voice, my pride, was free. “I took a bullet for someone i care about. You’re gonna throw a tantrum now?”He spun toward me, nostrils flaring. “Don’t act like a martyr, Michael. You’re the
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