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The Weight of Secrets
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Alarming Return
Michael’s POV The warm night breeze swept gently into the room, brushing across my bare chest like a whisper as i tore off my clothes to put on my pyjamas. I stood by the window, basking in the quiet and serenity that came with Fernando not being around to be a dark shadow hovering around me.The estate was peaceful, tucked away in the hills like a secret, and I felt... good. For the first time in a while, I felt calm.I leaned forward on the windowsill, my eyes squinting against the soft glow of the estate’s courtyard lights. The crunch of tires against gravel pulled my attention to the long driveway. A car was pulling in—Mortis and Emilio. They stepped out, both dressed in dark clothes, their weapons holstered and expressions guarded as always.Then they saw me.Emilio grinned and raised his hand in a wave. Mortis followed, giving me a nod. I smiled and opened the window wider.“Hey!” I called out. “Where’s Fernando?”They looked up. Emilio opened his mouth, but before he could
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Blood in the Gears
Fernando's POVThe sky had begun to show orange colours in the bruised blue of dusk by the time Santiago and I were on our way back to the mansion after a tiring day.The meeting with his contacts that would secure me more men had been productive—more than that, it had been satisfying in the kind of way only power-hungry men could truly appreciate. These men weren't just random mercenaries or gunrunners; these were hardened soldiers, men who could and would follow orders without question, without hesitation, with only the cold promise of blood and gold.I sat in the backseat of Santiago's black car, my head resting against the smooth leather, fingers drumming rhythmically against my thigh. Santiago was in the passenger seat while one of his trusted guards drove. The car hummed steadily beneath us, slicing through the road like a predator through darkness."That went well," Santiago said, turning slightly to face me. "They'll pledge themselves within the week."I smirked, but my voi
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Return of the King
Fernando's POV The engine hummed beneath us as Santiago's car gradually came to a slow stop along the edge of the vineyard's western boundary. From where I sat in the back seat, I could see the vast stretch of dirt and gravel under the warm afternoon sun. It had the feel of a forgotten warzone—quiet, still, yet heavy with the scent of betrayal. I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt and leaned back, the cool leather pressing against my shoulders.I was so excited that I almost didn't hear what Santiago was saying to his men.My mind was focused solely on Rodger and the stupid expression I would see on his face when he eventually saw me.Santiago's voice broke through my thoughts."We're here."I gave a short nod and opened the door.His men came out wordlessly, each of them wearing mirrored sunglasses, their expressions unreadable behind masks of professionalism. My shoes sounded against the gravel as I stepped out and took in the air around me. The light was sharp, biting, but I welc
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Weight of Unspoken Words
Michael’s POV The events of mere moments ago came rushing back, particularly the kiss. Fernando’s kiss. My stomach twisted and clenched. My lips still tingled where his had pressed too tightly, too desperately.I slid out of bed with a groan, walked across the cool marble floor of my guest room, and locked the bathroom door behind me. The mirror above the sink showed my face still slightly flushed, a faint red mark near my mouth where I had bitten Fernando in my panic. I turned the tap and let the water run cold, then cupped it in my palms and splashed it against my skin, over and over again, trying to erase the memory of Fernando’s possessive grip, his taste, the sound of his wounded growl when I bit down.It had been a reflex—pure defense. I hadn’t even thought about it until the copper taste of blood touched my tongue.Once I was done washing, I blankly removed my clothes and stepped into the shower. The heat of the water grounded me. I stood there far longer than necessar
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Blood and Desire
Fernando's POV The taste of Michael lingered on my lips like something forbidden and intoxicating. I wasn’t sure what had come over me—no, that was a lie. I knew exactly what it was. Ever since the moment I woke from my coma and saw him again, something primal had returned. A hunger. A pull. And this morning, that pull had become unbearable.Michael’s body was warm against mine, tense with resistance but undeniably soft where I held him. My fingers were firm around his waist, unwilling to let go. His hands pushed against my chest again, harder than last time, but his lips were still locked with mine. For a moment, I let myself believe he wanted this too. For a moment, I tasted triumph.Then I felt it. Sharp, quick, agonizing.He bit me.“Shit!” I growled, staggering back and clutching my lip as the taste of blood mixed with desire.Michael stood there, panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the loose shirt he had thrown on earlier. His eyes burned with rage.
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Blood and Desire
Fernando's POV The taste of Michael lingered on my lips like something forbidden and intoxicating. I wasn’t sure what had come over me—no, that was a lie. I knew exactly what it was. Ever since the moment I woke from my coma and saw him again, something primal had returned. A hunger. A pull. And this morning, that pull had become unbearable.Michael’s body was warm against mine, tense with resistance but undeniably soft where I held him. My fingers were firm around his waist, unwilling to let go. His hands pushed against my chest again, harder than last time, but his lips were still locked with mine. For a moment, I let myself believe he wanted this too. For a moment, I tasted triumph.Then I felt it. Sharp, quick, agonizing.He bit me.“Shit!” I growled, staggering back and clutching my lip as the taste of blood mixed with desire.Michael stood there, panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the loose shirt he had thrown on earlier. His eyes burned with rage.
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Line Between
Michael’s POV The sunlight spilled into the room like a golden glow, soft and warm on my face. My eyes blinked open slowly. The cotton sheets clung to my skin, warm from a long, dreamless sleep. I stretched lazily, my limbs stiff and heavy, and turned my face toward the window.The sun had fully risen."Shit," I mumbled. Judging by the brightness, it had to be late morning—maybe noon.I stumbled out of bed and dragged myself to the window, lifting the curtain aside to let in the fresh air. A soft breeze rolled in, and with it, the scent of cut grass, earth, and blooming roses. Santiago's estate was beautiful, in a cold, opulent sort of way—structured like an old European villa but infused with a distinctly modern grandeur.Then I saw him.Alan.He stood in the garden, shirtless, a hose in one hand, spraying the rose bushes. His bare chest glistened under the sun. It wasn't just that he was attractive—it was the ease in which he carried himself, calm and confident. I found my
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Possession
Fernando's POV The private jet touched down on the airstrip with the same grace I had grown accustomed to. Smooth. Precise. Controlled. Just like I demanded everything around me to be.The engines went into silence as the cabin door opened, letting in the sweet America air. Santiago’s estate wasn’t far from here—about a forty-five-minute drive through the winding roads that led into the hills.As soon as we arrived, I stepped out first.Custom black Italian leather boots hit the tarmac with a soft thud. My tailored charcoal suit clung to me like armor, and the sunglasses did little to hide the storm that still brewed behind my eyes. The aftermath of England still simmered in my veins. Michael followed closely behind, stepping down the metal stairs with less grace than usual. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the stiffness in his jaw. He hadn’t said much since the plane lifted off.I hadn’t either.We both pretended not to notice the distance forming between us.Sant
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Anger in the Air
Michael’s POV The black car came to a stop near Santiago’s private jet, its turbines humming softly in the morning fog that still lingered over the tarmac. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the vehicle, the weight of everything that had happened in the last few hours heavy on my shoulders. The cool English air brushed against my face, a cruel contrast to the fire burning in my chest. Fernando stepped out next, his expression unreadable, his posture commanding as always. His voice cut through the silence.“Michael. On the plane. We’re leaving. Now.” I blinked, taken aback. “What about Marlo? And Mortis? Emilio?”He didn’t answer. He walked ahead, his boots sounding on the ground as if to punctuate the fact that he was done explaining anything to me. My fists clenched. I stood there for a second, unwilling to move, my heart racing. I had barely come to terms with the fact that I had just shot and killed Damian and Andrew, even if I did it to protect Fernando—to protec
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