All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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Running Away

Michael's POVThe hum of the engine was steady, low, almost hypnotic. I sat in the back seat of the black SUV, my bag beside me, my heart pounding with every passing second. The two guards—Fernando's men—sat in the front. They were silent, professional and loyal to a fault. One drove, his hands steady on the wheel, eyes straight ahead. The other occasionally glanced at me through the rearview mirror.They didn’t know.Not yet.But I was going to run.Not just from Fernando’s mansion. From him. From everything.The farther we drove from Santiago’s estate, the tighter my chest became. My fingers itched for action. My mind replayed Alan’s voice over and over, the things he used to say about choices, freedom, and not letting yourself get caged, no matter how gilded the prison.I had made my choice.Now I just had to survive it."Hey," I called out, leaning forward slightly. My voice was casual, light. "Can we stop somewhere? I need to pee."The guard in the passenger seat didn’t t

My Smouldering Anger

Fernando's POV It was already past eight when I finally made it home. The low hum of the engine died down as I stepped out of the car, my limbs aching from hours buried under files, meetings, and negotiations. The company had eaten the best part of my patience today, and all I wanted was food, a glass of wine, and perhaps, the silent satisfaction of watching Michael pretend he wasn’t listening every time I said something to him.The cool interior of my new and improved mansion offered little relief. The opulence I once found comforting now felt like a reflection of the chaos inside me. The new chandeliers cast soft glows across the hallways, but not even the expensive taste in architecture could mask the growing irritation that had taken root in my chest since morning.As I entered the dining room, the smell of warm food hit my senses. Finally, at least one part of my day would go as planned.Marlo stood by the doorway, stiff and clearly agitated. He didn’t look at me directly.

Under Watchful Eyes

Ashley’s POV It was peaceful. For once, it was truly, genuinely peaceful. There was a feeling in the air that I never knew I missed because I thought it had never been there in the first place.Michael sat across the dinner table from me, his hair damp from the long bath he had taken, wearing a clean shirt.I had taken his old clothes to the washing machine and on seeing how dirty it was, I felt bad that he had gone through all of that alone.Well, he's here now and I'll be damned if I let him out of my sight again. The steam of the pasta I made coiled upward between us, mingling with the soft lighting in my small, cozy apartment.He looked better—cleaner, less tense, though the shadows under his eyes were still deeply visible, signs of nights without sleep and weight he couldn’t seem to shed. But he was here, not in that mansion. Not with Fernando."How's the food?" I asked, twirling my fork lazily into the spaghetti.Michael offered me a soft smile, but it barely touched the s

Hiding from Fernando

Michael’s POV It was quiet.Too quiet.My breathing was shallow and controlled as i closed my eyes and tried my best to listen to the cluster of voices outside my hiding spot.I pressed myself deeper behind the old bookshelf in Ashley’s spare room, the dusty space between the wall and the shelf just wide enough for someone desperate enough to hide. It wasn’t an ideal hiding space for someone of my stature but desperate times calls for desperate measures and I was incredibly desperate enough not to get caught. The slats of wood in the back gave me a narrow sliver of a view into the hallway, and even in the near-darkness, my eyes refused to blink. I couldn’t afford to blink. Not now.Footsteps echoed from the living room. They were heavy and measured. It didn't take me any need to guess that they belonged to Emilio and Mortis who were following the orders of their boss without question. They were Fernando’s dogs and that was all he needed them to be.I clutched the edge of the s

The Weight of His Search

Marlo’s POVThe sky was slowly shifting into a deep orange hue as our car drove down the highway, the final rays of the sun streaking across the windshield.I looked outside the window, watching as the city blurred in thin lines as we approached Fernando’s mansion after another fruitless day of searching for Michael.I sat in the backseat while Emilio drove and Mortis slouched in the passenger seat, arms crossed and head resting against the window. The silence in the car was heavy, broken only by the low grumble of the engine and the occasional sigh from Mortis.It had been days since Michael ran.Days since we were tasked with tracking him down like a criminal.Days of following the same cold trails, circling Ashley’s neighborhood like vultures, switching shifts with Fernando’s other men, scanning the streets for any sign of him—only to end up exactly where we began. Nowhere.It was as if Michael had completely disappeared from the face of the earth. This only goes to show just how

Continous Surveillance

Ashley’s POVThe morning sun barely crept in through the thin curtains of my apartment as I stood by the window, peeking from the edge like I was in some old spy film. The two men stationed across the street didn’t even bother to hide anymore. Same silver sedan. Same cheap coffee cups. Same stiff posture like they were trying to blend in with the neighborhood but failing miserably.Michael sat hunched over the kitchen table behind me, his fingers rhythmically tapping against a ceramic mug, eyes distant."They're still there," I muttered, drawing the curtain back into place."I figured," he replied quietly. His voice was edged with a bitterness that hadn't quite gone away since he arrived. "If it wasn’t for those vultures outside, I would have gone to look for work today. I can’t keep sitting here while you pay all the bills. I'm your roommate now, not some runaway ghost."I turned, giving him a look of stubborn care. "Even if Fernando’s men weren’t camped outside, I still wouldn’t

Shadows and Smoke

Fernando’s POVThe sun had begun to dip behind the rolling hills of the West Coast, casting a soft gold hue across the sky as our convoy pulled up to the lavish gates of the Black Rose Resort. It was the kind of place that whispered exclusivity and luxury, guarded by discretion and thick walls—ideal for private meetings, shady dealings, and silent power plays. As the car came to a stop, I stared out the tinted window, eyeing the curved marble statues and fountains glistening in the fading sunlight.I exhaled slowly and stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of my grey suit. Marlo was already at my side. Emilio and Mortis followed closely behind, silent but watchful."You sure about this, boss?" Marlo said under his breath, glancing up at the villa’s tall columns. "Meeting with Nikolai Petrov... it just doesn’t sit right with me. That old snake has been too quiet since we got back."I gave him a sideways glance. "Exactly. And men who remain silent during storms either drown in them... or

A Breath of Fresh Air

Michael’s POV I stood by the curtain, barely pulling it aside, just enough to peek out through the gap. I had spent half an hour over thinking what was going outside Ashley’s apartment.Outside, parked across the street like a pair of loyal guard dogs, sat Fernando's men in their dark car. Same one every day. It seems they had stopped their usual rotation with Marlo, Emilio and Mortis.I wouldn't be surprised if Marlo had tried to convince Fernando to stop trying to look for me and put his energy elsewhere, perhaps towards his empire which he us desperately trying to rebuild.I looked intensely at the car, squinting my eyes just so I could make out their faces but it was almost impossible. The car windows were tinted black, rims matte, the engine always idling just low enough to be felt rather than heard. Their presence had become a fixture of my new life in hiding, a permanent blot on the view from Ashley's apartment. My heart thudded with a familiar mix of rage and helplessne

Power Play

Fernando's POVThe leather chair beneath me creaked as I leaned back, my fingers tapping impatiently against the polished oak of the conference table. The chandelier above cast a warm golden hue across the expansive room, but it did nothing to soften my mood.I hated waiting.Especially when the person making me wait was a cocky, fresh-faced CEO who, despite his youth, had already created a reputation for being one of the rising titans in tech and finance. I could respect ambition, but tardiness? That was a different story. A man who couldn't keep time had no business in the world of power.Marlo stood by the wall, as still and silent as ever. But even from across the room, I could feel his watchful gaze."Five minutes late," I said, glancing at the minimalist clock fixed on the far wall. "Is this what passes for professionalism in this new generation of self-proclaimed moguls?"Marlo cleared his throat. "It might be a power move, sir. Some use lateness to assert control.""It's p

Aisles of Secrets

Ashley’s POVIt was late—later than I had intended. The supermarket buzzed beneath dimmed fluorescent lights, casting everything in a sterile glow that made the world feel far too clean for the mess of my reality. I glanced at my overflowing cart. It was ridiculous—enough food to stock a bunker, not just a fridge. There was milk, eggs, fresh fruit and vegetables. Three different kinds of bread, meats wrapped in butcher paper, bottled water, pasta, a jar of marinara that I hated but bought anyway because Michael liked it with extra basil.I turned the corner into the frozen aisle, cradling a box of chicken strips against my chest, when I nearly collided with someone."Whoa—sorry," I said quickly, the box slipping a little in my grasp."FBI girl."The voice stopped me cold.Rough and raspy, like someone dragged gravel through bourbon and smirked afterward. My spine stiffened before my eyes met his."Marlo," I muttered, my tone flat and unwilling.He looked the same—tall and dangerou

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