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The Weight of Unspoken Words
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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
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Ashes of the Past
Fernando’s POVThe loud sounds of two gunshots ripped through the walls like a scream slicing open the air. What the hell!?My head snapped toward the drawing room even before Santiago could react. For a moment, everything froze. Then chaos.“Those were shots,” Santiago said sharply.“No shit,” I snapped, already moving towards the door to see what had caused a gun to be fired. My mind instantly created two scenarios and I couldn't help buy fear for the worst.On one hand, I feared Andrew and Damian had subdued Santiago’s men, took their guns and shot them before making a run for it.Those fucking bastards would do anything to escape at this point.On the other hand, I considered the possibility that Andrew had annoyed one of Santiago’s men and they ended up killing him, just to shut the motherfucker up.I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.We practically ran through the corridor, Santiago’s footsteps just behind mine. My pulse hammered like thunder in my ears, my mind ra
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don In Control
Michael’s POVThe door slammed behind Fernando, and for a while, I just sat there, paralyzed. The room was dark, the air still pulsing with tension and adrenaline. My knees pulled up to my chest, my arms hugging them tightly, my forehead resting on them.My chest ached. Not from the pressure of Fernando’s grip or the terror of his voice mere inches from my ear, but from something deeper. Something more devastating. That man who stormed out of here wasn’t the man I once felt strongly for. The man i thought i could save. Not entirely. Fernando had always been dangerous, but never to me. Never like this.The way he had looked at me—rage burning in those eyes, the tremble in his jaw when he grabbed me—there was no hesitation. No guilt. Just power. Just rage. Just the monster the FBI always warned me about.And still, there was a flicker… something I couldn’t name. Something like heartbreak.I stayed like that for a long time, breathing slowly, willing the tears not to fall, but they
