All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Michael's POVThe car came to a slow stop. The humming of the engine faded into the sound of waves slapping gently against the docks. The salty air filtered in through the barely cracked window. We were here. Wherever "here" was.I looked outside and saw a row of abandoned shipping containers and the eerie silhouettes of old cranes reaching into the night.The entire scene looked too weird to me.It was the far end of the dock—Rodger's private lot. It was isolated and controlled. Exactly the kind of place someone like him would own.Rodger freed his hand from mine and handed me his phone. I hesitated."Go on," he said. "Call him."The device felt heavy in my palm. Not in weight, but in what it represented. One wrong word. One misstep. And he could ruin everything. My life, my relationship with Fernando. All of it balanced on the edge of a razor.I took a deep breath."Before I do this," I said slowly, "I need to know. Really know. That you're going to keep your end of the deal. I

Fernando’s POVThe air in Santiago’s compound was thick with tension, gun oil, sweat, and the unspoken promise of violence. We were preparing to go and make a bastard pay dearly with his life for making a very big mistake of crossing me.Shadows danced under the fluorescent lights overhead, flickering like restless ghosts. Santiago’s men stood around us in a semi-circle, their faces grim, eyes cold, as though they had already accepted they might not all return from this mission.At the center stood Santiago, Marlo, Mortis, Emilio, and me—five men in a storm about to break. Around us were crates of ammunition stacked against the walls, open cases displaying assault rifles, pistols, grenades, and combat knives gleaming with a cruel hunger for action. The scent of determination and power clung to everything. This wasn’t a mission. This was war.Michael.The thought of his name alone made my jaw tighten.That clever bastard had managed to send me a message—cryptic, coded, but clear t

Michael’s POVThe room I was kept smelled old, like it hasn't been cleaned in decades. Rodger sat comfortably in a chair meant for someone far more important. His legs were crossed, his suit sharp despite the grimy environment, and in his hand, he swirled a crystal glass half-filled with alcohol. I watched him from my chair angrily.My back ached because I have been here for too long.And Fernando still hadn’t come.I knew he would. I knew him.But it was taking too damn long.I glanced at the only guard in the room. He stood near the door, his arms folded over his chest, his gun holstered, his expression blank.I wondered if I could take him. If I could knock him out, grab his weapon, maybe shoot my way out.Rodger noticed.“You’re calculating,” he said, smiling. “I can see it in your eyes. The mental math. The escape routes. The blood you’re willing to spill.”I didn’t answer.He sipped from his glass. “Don’t bother. He would shoot you before you got halfway there. And even if y

Michael’s POVEverything happened so fast, and yet I remember it like a slow-motion nightmare.The door burst open with a loud, echoing creak that should have sent dread crawling down my spine. Instead, all I felt was a flutter of hope—until Risky staggered forward, his eyes wide with something like fear or betrayal—and then he collapsed.He just fell to the ground. A sickening thud followed as his body hit the floor, his face twisted in shock, blood already pooling around him. My heart froze in my chest.Risky was dead.I turned in time to see Rodger's arm beginning to bleed in where I had mistakenly shot him when we were struggling for the gun.He screamed, gripping it and he stared daggers at me.We had been struggling, clawing at each other, when the weapon went off. I didn’t know if I pulled the trigger or if Rodger had just lost control.He was bleeding.I was panting.And then—"Michael!"My head snapped toward the sound of my name, and there they were.Fernando and Santiag

Fernando's POVAshley stood frozen, her chest heaving, the gun in her trembling hand slowly lowering. Her wide, stunned eyes were locked on Michael, who had just stepped in front of her like a human shield. My Michael. The one who used to blush whenever I so much as kissed his hand. Now he looked like a soldier returning from battle—scarred, hardened, but alive.He had just confessed to murdering Damian and Andrew.The air grew impossibly quiet. Even Mortis stopped fidgeting. Emilio's fingers loosened on his trigger. Santiago folded his arms, his brows raised slightly. But Ashley—Ashley was crumbling."The fact you're able to talk like this despite murdering two people is my worst nightmare come true" she whispered, her voice raw, like someone had poured acid into her throat. Her lower lip trembled, her entire body vibrating with disbelief.Michael took a step forward, slow and hesitant. "Ashley, please... let me explain."Her eyes blazed. "Explain? Explain what exactly? Th