All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Michael’s POVThe paper trembled in my hand.I didn’t even realize how tightly I was gripping it until the edges started to tear beneath my fingertips. Elise.Her name was right there."Subject witnessed the exchange on the 16th. Resulted in immediate action. Orders came from Council, not directly from F.M. Cover-up executed. All media rerouted."Council? Immediate action?My chest felt tight. My sister—Elise—had been murdered… because she’d seen something she wasn’t supposed to. I couldn’t breathe.“Michael!”I didn’t react fast enough.Suddenly, a hand gripped my shoulder and pulled me backwards roughly as if I was a rag doll.“What the hell is wrong with you?” Marlo’s voice was a sharp whisper, and before I could respond, he shoved me against the bookshelf in Fernando’s study and clamped a hand over my mouth. “Quiet.”Footsteps, like a dozens of them, sounded past the closed door. Shadows moved across the faint light coming in through the cracks. I heard voices barking orders,

Michael’s POV The journey had been long and exhausting, but as we finally arrived at Fernando's family estate in the English countryside, a new wave of weariness washed over me. The mansion loomed before us, a grand building that had clearly once been a testament to power and wealth. Now, however, it stood as a relic of the past—its once-elegant walls covered by layers of dust and neglect. The sprawling grounds were overgrown with weeds because there had been no one to look after it. The air was thick with the scent of dampness and decay, a stark reminder that no one had set foot here in years.Marlo stepped forward, his boots crunching against the gravel driveway. He turned to face us, his expression a mix of determination and authority."Listen up," he began, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness. "This place may look like a dump now, but it's going to be our sanctuary for the foreseeable future. The feds are on our tails, and we need a place to lay low. It's not going to

Michael's POV I groaned and blinked against the early morning haze, the light of dawn spilling through the half-open blinds.And then I saw her.Anabelle.Standing at the foot of my bed like some judgmental ghost that forgot to knock. Her arms were crossed and she had a scowl etched onto her face.“What the hell,” I muttered. “Did you lose your way to the kitchen or are you just creeping into bedrooms for fun now?”She didn’t smile. Of course she didn’t.“I’ve been standing here for five minutes,” she said flatly. “You snore like a dying engine.”“Charming.” I pushed myself up, wiping sleep from my eyes. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here. Last I checked, I didn’t invite you into my room. Unless watching me sleep is your new hobby.”“You wish.” Her tone was dry, and she didn’t move an inch. “We have a situation.”“A situation,” I echoed. “Does it involve you and Marlo having sex in the kitchen last night? Because if it does, I’ll grab some popcorn next time. Hell, maybe

Marlo's POV I gritted my teeth, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel as the imposing gates of Santiago’s estate came into view. One of the guards stepped forward as I pulled up.“Name?”“Marlo Vega,” I said, my voice low but firm. “Santiago is expecting me.”The man looked me over, his eyes sharp, calculating, like he was searching for a reason to turn me away. After a beat, he gave a curt nod and signaled for the gates to open.I parked near the entrance and made my way inside. The housekeeper led me through corridors that echoed with the sound of my footsteps. It was too quiet here. The air felt dense with unspoken things, as though the walls themselves knew the sins whispered behind them.Finally, she pushed open a set of heavy double doors, revealing the meeting room.Inside, three men were already seated at a long mahogany table. Santiago sat at the head, his sharp blue eyes watching me like a hawk. To his right was Rodger, his mouth twisted in its usual sneer,

Michael's POV I walked past Marlo without a word, my heart pounding in my chest. The air between us felt thick, suffocating, like storm clouds gathering right above my head. The headlights from Damian’s car illuminated the driveway, and the night’s cool breeze did nothing to ease the heat prickling beneath my skin.But just as I reached the steps leading up to the front door, a hand shot out and gripped my wrist, pulling me back with a force that made me stumble. I turned sharply, startled to see Marlo’s face twisted in anger, his eyes dark and venomous under the porch light.“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, huh?” Marlo hissed, his grip tightening around my wrist.“Let go of me,” I snapped, trying to pull free, but he only held my wrist harder.“You little slut,” he spat. “I knew it. The second Fernando isn’t around to keep you on a leash, you’re out here whoring yourself to the first man who flashes you a damn smile.”The words hit like a slap, raw and cold. For a seco