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Possessive

Author: Cho Kay
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-30 16:06:47

Isla ~

The artificial glow of mall lights buzzed above me, flickering faintly with a constant, annoying hum.

Shiny floors reflected high-end brand logos and tired faces, all tangled in the chaotic ballet of Saturday shopping.

I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon.

My hand ran gently over the soft cotton of a pale pink maternity dress, wrinkling my nose in silent disapproval before putting it back on the rack.

Too frilly.

The next one was too loose. The next one had prints that made me want to vomit.

Literally.

"Ugh," I groaned under my breath, rubbing my lower abdomen gently.

Nothing was showing just yet, but I knew it wouldn't be long before my regular wardrobe started to betray me.

I moved on to another section; neutral tones, basic cuts. Still nothing exciting.

Still nothing... me.

And behind me, like a goddamn shadow stitched to my heels, stood Miguel.

He hadn't said a word the entire time we walked into the mall. He was just... there. Quiet. Sharp-eye
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    Dante~The tense silence in the atmosphere lingered for too long, as calculating gazes were passed from each side of the table.I still had my eyes fixated on Isla and she must have noticed it because she was suddenly squirming in her seat.I didn't like this. It reminded me of her tendency to do really dangerous things.I opened my mouth to say something but before I could get any word out..."You fools!" My eyes darted to the man kneeling before us, as a wild grin was now spread across his face.The men were immediately on high alert, ready incase he tried to do anything stupid."Is this all you got?" He continued, his voice climbing an octave higher."Is this the level of your power?""Is this..." His eyes suddenly landed on Isla and I could have sworn, I heard her take a sharp inhale."...how you plan to fight the truth? The justice that is coming for you all?"I didn't want to believe it but from the way he looked at isla, I could see something similar to recognition in his ey

  • What The Don Wants   Peace offering

    Dante~The long dining table gleamed under the warm, dim lighting. Polished wood, silverware laid out with military precision, and plates of roasted duck, garlic potatoes, and aged wine that none of us had touched more than once.I sat at the head, Isla to my right, Miguel at my left. Across from us, Roberto leaned back in his chair like he belonged there. Like this table had been carved for him. His men sat beside him; quiet, alert, clearly trained not to speak unless spoken to.It should have felt like a war table. But oddly, it didn't. The tension was there, yes. But it was thinned now, stretched out like a string between us. Less likely to snap, more likely to hum.He sliced his meat with care, eyes on me the entire time. "You're quiet, Moretti," he said finally, wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin. "Is it the food? Or the company?""I don't eat well when I don't know the full menu," I replied flatly.It was a message; one he seemed to get instantly.Roberto gave a short laugh.

  • What The Don Wants   Alliance

    DanteI was halfway down the corridor before the weight of Miguel's rushed footsteps caught up behind me. His breathing was a bit faster than usual, nervous. I didn't need to look back to know he was unsettled."Who did you say they are, again?" I asked, eyes forward, voice calm even though I already felt something twisting in my gut."The Sombra Negra cartel," he replied. "From Tijuana."I stopped walking. Everything paused in that moment.The name hit me like a blade to the back. For a second, my surroundings dulled, and all I could hear was the hum of memory; the crack of gunfire, blood on warehouse floors, screams echoing off rusted metal walls.I turned slowly to face him. "You're fucking serious?"Miguel nodded, his throat bobbing. "They said they want to talk."I stared at him, eyes narrowing. "Talk?""They're here on peaceful ground." He added quickly. "They came unarmed. Said they're here to offer an alliance."I took a step closer, forcing him to meet my eyes. "You let those

  • What The Don Wants   Apple and a tree

    Isla ~The scent of damp earth and grass filled my senses. At least, tha was the only scent I could pinpoint. I stood there, still as stone, my eyes fixed on the fresh heap of sand piled over the grave. The reddish-pink glow of the setting sun brushed across the burial ground, painting everything in muted, sorrowful tones. And it really should have been a beautiful scenery.But it felt like standing at the edge of a wound that hadn't closed properly.The chirping of crickets echoed through the quiet field, blending with the soft rustle of trees swaying gently in the evening breeze. But I barely heard any of it. My thoughts were too loud.My heart too heavy."Father," I whispered...just the word, nothing more. It tasted bitter.My arms were crossed tight across my chest, as though holding myself together was all I could do to stop from unraveling right there. No one else had stayed long after the burial. A handful of people had shown up, mostly out of obligation, with stiff hugs and

  • What The Don Wants   Drowning

    Isla ~I hadn't slept in days.Not truly.Not the kind of sleep that let you forget everything for a little while. No. My sleep came in broken flashes, moments where my body forced itself into rest, only for my mind to drag me back into the nightmare I was living.Kayla's blood was still on my hands. At least, that's how it felt. No matter how much I scrubbed.No matter how much I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t the one who actually pulled the trigger.I sat alone at the edge of the tub in our bathroom, staring at the wall as steam curled around me. I wasn't crying. I hadn't really cried since the night she died. Since her body hit the floor like it meant nothing. Since the warmth had drained from her face and her eyes stared back at me...blank, accusing, and terrifyingly silent."God," I whispered to the empty air, wrapping my arms around myself. "What the hell is happening?"I could still hear Jake's voice in my head."Even when the truth is right in front of you..."That ba

  • What The Don Wants   Change

    Dante ~The night air was cold, bitter, biting at my skin like tiny knives as I stepped out of the car. Gravel crunched beneath my boots as I moved, fast. Miguel trailed behind me, silent, tense. His hand hovered near the gun at his waist.The GPS had led us to a neighborhood that barely deserved the name; quiet, empty, the kind of place where you could scream and no one would come running. And that only made the dread in my chest multiply.Isla.I could feel it in my bones, something was wrong.She had left the mansion without a word. No warning. No message. Not even to me.And now I was here, standing before a small, nondescript apartment with peeling paint and a wooden door that looked like it hadn't been oiled in decades.I clenched my fists."She's in there," Miguel said quietly beside me, eyes narrowed. "Confirmed it five minutes ago."My pulse thundered in my ears. I was already moving before he finished speaking.She was inside.And if anyone had laid a finger on her,on my wif

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