Todos os capítulos de The Don's Possession : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The atmosphere brimmed with unease as James and Cole made their way out of the mansion beneath the darkness of night. The courtyard was hauntingly quiet, the gentle crunch of their boots on gravel the sole noise. The Bloody Sons had been unyielding, and James realized they weren't done yet. He clenched his weapon firmly, and his senses heightened.“They've encircled us,” Cole whispered, his tone quiet. His keen gaze swept the treeline, noticing the subtle shimmer of activity.James nodded, his demeanor serious. “Remain alert.” "They're anticipating our mistake."Before he could continue speaking, a gunshot echoed, breaking the silence. Chaos erupted. Figures emerged from the shadows, their weapons blazing. James and Cole ducked behind a low wall, returning fire with precision.“They’re everywhere!” Cole yelled, reloading his weapon.“Then we make them regret it,” James growled, taking aim and firing.The skirmish was brutal. Men fell on both sides, their cries of pain lost amidst the

The atmosphere in the mansion was thick with tension as James burst into the poorly lit interrogation room. The atmosphere was thick with the smells of sweat and blood, and the solitary figure was tied to a chair, his visage battered and swollen yet his resolve unshaken. The man from the Bloody Son glared boldly at the door as it banged closed after James.James walked across the room with slow, intentional strides, his eyes burning with a rage that made the guards beside the walls uneasy. He came to a halt before the prisoner, his immense stature casting a lengthy shadow over him.“Are you aware of who you’re interacting with?” James inquired icily, his tone a deep rumble.The man grinned, blood streaked over his teeth. “Do you really?” he shot back, his voice rough yet mocking.James's patience broke. With a quick movement, he seized the man by the shirt, pulling him closer until their faces were just inches away. "Who dispatched you?" “What does the Bloody Son desire?”The captive'

Rose's eyes remained fixed on the prisoner, her thoughts swirling with unresolved inquiries. Why did he appear so composed, as if he possessed a secret that no one else did? Why did he conceal her secret before when James had claimed she was dishonest? Before she had a chance to speak, the captive's hoarse voice shattered the stillness."You won't receive anything from me," he scoffed, his gaze fixed on James with challenge. He then directed his attention to Rose, a grin tugging at his chapped lips. "Not even if you sent this young woman to entice the truth from me." “Good effort, but it’s not going to succeed.”Rose tensed at his words, feelings of guilt and unease rising to the surface. James’s intense stare shifted to her, his eyes tightening a bit as though he were scrutinizing every motion, every inhale."I don't require her to uncover the truth," James declared icily, advancing. His presence hovered over the captive like a shadow, his voice cutting like steel. "Once I’m finished

Rose quickly got to her feet, ignoring the ache in her leg, and reached down to help Cole up. Before she could manage much, James stepped forward, his expression softening as he saw her struggle.“You’re going to hurt yourself,” he said quietly, moving to her side.Rose glanced at him in surprise as he carefully draped Cole’s arm over his shoulder. They led Cole out of the kitchen and upstairs to his bedroom. In his inebriated condition, Cole slurred a lackluster apology, but James and Rose hardly noticed.After placing him on the bed, Rose went to get a glass of water, walking with a slight limp. Upon her return, Cole was sound asleep, with his chest rhythmically rising and falling.“Seems he’ll be gone for the evening,” James remarked, taking a step back and signaling for Rose to come with him outside the room.They departed silently, and Rose, still unsettled, meandered into the hallway. She pushed open a large window and stepped out onto the veranda, feeling the cool night breeze

James opened his mouth to respond, his expression softening as if he was about to let his guard down. But just as the first word left his lips, a sharp knock on the door interrupted them. Both of them turned toward the door, startled.“James, you have a visitor,” Penelope’s voice rang through the quiet. She pushed the door open slightly, stepping into the room before pausing to take in the scene. James stood frozen near Rose, their proximity unmistakable. Rose, still perched on the edge of the bed, quickly averted her gaze, pretending to adjust her blanket.James straightened, his usual composure slipping back into place. He turned to Penelope, trying to mask the moment that had just been disrupted. “Who is it?” he asked, his voice steady but with a hint of irritation.Penelope’s sharp eyes flickered between the two of them, but she chose not to comment. Instead, she answered, “It’s Cole. He said it’s urgent, the weapon men are around.”James hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering