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The phone call
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Osarumwense Osakue 🔥 Will Ashley act fast before she loses Michael forever? 👉 Check out the next chapter to find out.
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Michael’s POV I had been staring at the same four walls all afternoon.At first, I told myself it was temporary—some overblown, cruel game Fernando was playing. But hours stretched into the evening, and evening bled into night, and still I was locked inside. The silence of this room wasn’t peaceful. It was suffocating.And I was sick of it.Ashley must be worried by now. The thought clawed at me until my chest burned. Fernando’s men had stripped me of my phone, hell, they would probably take the clothes off my back if he ordered it.I slammed my fist against the heavy wooden door. “Open the damn door!”No answer.I banged harder, my voice growing louder with every syllable. “I know you can hear me out there! Let me out!”The echo of my own shouting bounced back at me. The guards on the other side didn’t so much as shift. The silence mocked me.My throat tightened, rage boiling over until I could taste blood in the back of my mouth. I thought of Henry—sweet, innocent Henry—sleepi
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The phone call
Ashley’s POV I always imagined I would end my day with the quiet satisfaction of peeling off my blazer, setting my badge on the kitchen counter, and letting the silence of my apartment wrap around me like a well-earned blanket. That’s all I wanted tonight—peace, nothing more complicated than the sound of Michael’s footsteps moving about in the living room, or his low voice asking if I wanted tea.But of course, the FBI doesn’t believe in quiet endings.It was nearly eight when I finally powered down my terminal at headquarters. My brain felt like wet paper, flimsy and ready to collapse.“Hey, Ashley!”I didn’t even need to look. That sing-song tone belonged to Daniel Cross, one of the new guys from my training batch. He leaned against my cubicle wall, his tie already loosened, his grin stretching wide enough to make me want to melt into the floor. “We’re heading out for drinks. You coming?”I forced a smile that I hoped looked polite. “Not tonight. I’m exhausted.”“Exhausted is e
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Held By My Guards
Fernando’s POV I stood at the top of the grand staircase my face fixed in one direction. At the very center of it, below me, surrounded by the sharp black suits of my men, stood Michael.Even now—surrounded and conflicted—he was breathtaking. His chest rose and fell with ragged defiance, his fists clenched, eyes darting toward the garden where Henry sat only yards away. His entire body screamed with the kind of desperation that only came from someone who wanted to protect, to escape, to defy me.And I could still feel him.My nose throbbed where his fist had landed minutes ago in my meeting room. The sting of it burned sharp and hot, blood trickling faintly against my upper lip. The great Don Fernando Ramirez, struck in his own house by the very man who haunted my nights and defied my control.The humiliation might have broken another man but it only set me ablaze.I lifted my hand, pressing two fingers gently against the bridge of my nose, testing the tender ache. Blood smeared
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Chains of Heat and Fury
Michael’s POV The door slammed against my back with a sharp thud, the vibration rattling through my ribs as if the entire mansion itself had turned against me. My palms pressed instinctively to the wood, my fingers splayed wide, but it was useless—Fernando’s body caged me in place like a predator who had finally cornered his prey. His hand was firm, steady, and unrelenting on my throat—not choking, not quite painful, but just enough to remind me who held the power here.And God, did he hold it.His eyes bore into mine with the kind of intensity that stripped me naked. Those sharp eyes left nowhere for me to hide. The air between us crackled, thick with tension and the ghost of something that should have been love but had been twisted into this—obsession, heat, and hunger neither of us could name without shame.I swallowed, or tried to, but his hand made it difficult. My voice still came out low, steady, though my heart pounded against my ribs like it was desperate to escape.“You
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Electricity between us
Fernando’s POVThe wood beneath me was cold, but the heat radiating from Michael’s skin was enough to burn through it, straight into me. My hand remained under his jaw, fingers angled upward, forcing his face to tilt toward mine. He didn’t flinch away from my touch, not completely—oh no, Michael was far too stubborn for that—but I felt the twitch of muscle under his skin, the faintest tremor that betrayed the storm he tried to hide.“Archer Graves,” I murmured, my voice a low growl, tasting the name like poison.Michael’s eyes flickered, just for a second, and I caught it—the hesitation, the recognition.So he knew.The realization stirred the predator in me. I leaned in closer, my breath brushing against his lips. “You’ve been asking me about him, circling the subject like a vulture. Don’t insult me by pretending it’s concern.”His voice was tight when he answered. “I’m not circling anything. I want to know if you remember. That’s all.”“That’s all?” I laughed, humorless, the sou
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Stuck in His Gaze
Micheal's POV Henry’s little feet slapped the polished floor before I could even take a breath.“Michael!” he shouted, his small voice echoing through the large meeting room.Before I knew it, his arms were wrapped tight around my waist, squeezing me with all the strength his tiny frame could muster. My body went rigid for half a second—caught between shock and relief—before instinct took over and I sank to my knees, crushing him against me, breathing in the scent of his soft hair.“Henry,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “God, I missed you.”“I missed you too,” he mumbled into my shirt, holding on as if letting go would mean losing me again.The ache in my chest sharpened. It had only been two days since Fernando had ripped him from me on the beach, but it felt like a lifetime. Seeing Henry’s small body pressed into my arms again was both salvation and torture.From the corner of my eye, I caught Fernando. He stood near the massive mahogany desk, Marlo beside him. Fernando’s pos
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