Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Michael’s POV Anabelle’s breathing came out in shallow gasps that only made it clear how close she was to crossing into the afterlife.Her face was paler now, the dull yellow from blood loss spreading beneath her skin like a mark of death. I bent down beside the massive couch, watching her chest rise and fall in shallow, uneven rhythms. Each breath she drew sounded it might be her last and although I had not always been in Anabelle’s good graces, I still didn't want her to die. Her fingers twitched. Maybe from pain. Maybe from the fever. I didn’t know anymore.Marlo stood a few feet away with his arms folded across his chest. His usual calm had shifted into a stone-hard expression of helplessness. Mortis leaned against the doorframe watching everything in silence. And Ashley just stood by the window, half-hidden behind the curtain, her eyes locked on the dark line of trees at the far edge of the compound.Andrew was out there. Somewhere. Watching us. Waiting.“We’re out of time,

Fernando's POVEverything was black.There was no light. No sound. Just the overwhelming sensation of floating in an empty void. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.I forced my eyelids open, but there was nothing to see. Just darkness. "What...?" My voice was a mere whisper in the vast emptiness, and the sound of it startled me. It was raw, weak, as if it hadn’t been used in a long time.The last thing I could remember was sitting at the dining table with Michael.Where was I? What was happening?I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, as if they were bound by chains. Panic clawed at the edges of my mind, but I pushed it down. There had to be a reason for this. There had to be an explanation. It wasn’t like me to be trapped like this. It wasn’t like me to be so... powerless.Suddenly, I heard a voice."Fernando..."It was faint, distant, like an echo from another world, but it was enough to snap me back to my senses."Michael?" I called out, my voice strained with effort.The v

Michael’s POV The sharp scent of gunpowder still lingered in the room, moving in the air like invisible smoke. My hands were filled with blood—Ashley’s blood—but I had managed to stop the bleeding. The bullet had torn through the fleshy part of her upper arm, but thankfully, it hadn’t shattered a bone or struck an artery. I wrapped the last layer of cloth tightly around her wound, silently thanking whatever god might still be watching us that it wasn’t worse.Ashley winced but kept quiet, her face pale but determined. Her eyes held fury—not just pain—and they were fixed on the man who had shot her. Fernando.I looked up at him.He stood a few feet away, as if nothing had happened, casually adjusting the sleeves of his dark shirt. That smug look was still on his face, the one he wore when he believed he was two steps ahead of everyone else in the room. I hated that look.“You’re a monster,” I said, the words leaving my mouth with more venom than I’d expected. “While you were bu

Andrew’s POV The night had gotten far too quiet for my liking, and in that unnatural silence, every crackle of a branch or brush of the wind made my nerves twitch. I could still remember the wave of shock i had gotten when the sound that sent ice straight down my spine, gunshots, rang in my ears and i couldn't help but think of the worse. My men were capable of handling themselves, they were FBI agents, after all, but there was a dark feeling pooling in.my stomach just thinking what had caused such amount of gun fire to ring in the air.Not one, not two, but a lot of them, echoing violently through the forest like war drums. From the direction of Fernando’s mansion. I had made sure to tell me men not to attack without receiving orders from me to do so. Which means this could only mean one thingThey were under attack.My stomach dropped.Something had gone wrong.I hadn’t planned for a situation where Michael and his pack of goons would attack when I wasn’t there.I thought they w

Michael's POVAshley was groaning in pain, her head leaned against the window of the FBI car I had carefully laid her in. It was hard for me to watch her I'm so much pain, especially when all she had done was help us even though it meant going against the FBI. Fernando was a real monster for doing this to her.The backseat was damp with blood, and the stench of metal clung to the air like guilt to my conscience. I glanced around, hoping and praying that Marlo would suddenly appear so that he can take Ashley to the hospital along with Anabelle. I needed someone I could trust to get Ashley out of here, someone who wouldn't let her down. But the world was quiet now, eerily so, and Marlo was nowhere in sight.I looked around, towards the mansion hoping to catch a glimpse of Marlo just as he is leaving but I didn’t see him.The realization of what I feared dawned on me like a cold, hard feeling."He already left, didn't he?" I muttered, my voice low with frustration. My fists clenched