Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

Michael’s POV The café smelled of roasted beans and burnt sugar, a scent that had grown oddly comforting over time. I wiped my brow with the back of my hand, staring blankly at the now-empty tables. “I swear, if one more customer had asked for almond milk after I already poured whole milk, I would’ve set the milk steamer on fire,” Ivy muttered, tossing her apron onto the counter with a tired sigh.Mateo, ever the goofball, leaned on the espresso bar dramatically. “We survived the caffeine apocalypse, my comrades. We are warriors of the bean!”Liam snorted, dragging a stool over and collapsing into it. “I’m pretty sure I saw my soul leave my body somewhere between that last triple shot mocha and the table of influencers live-streaming their drink reviews.”“I caught one of them using their spoon to do a mirror selfie,” I said, earning groans from everyone.“Please tell me you’re joking,” Ivy said, eyes wide with horror.“I wish I was.”Mateo chuckled and nudged me with his elbow.

Michael’s POVI watched Eliot’s car drive away, the tires humming low against the dark pavement as the red tail lights faded into the night. That was one if the most awkward rides I've taken and I have been in Fernando’s car before. My arms were crossed, body leaning against the brick wall beside Ashley’s apartment building. I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in my gut. There was something about Eliot — something really off. The way he asked those questions, invasive and suggestive, like he wasn’t really trying to understand me but dissect me.Every word he said replayed in my head, and each time it left me more disturbed.It was as if he was painting a picture he hoped I would color in for him — but I couldn't allow him to keep trying to mess with me.I needed to be very careful around him from now on if I intended to survive working at Kafé Verse.I had the feeling I had to look out fir Ivy, Mateo and Liam. I turned and pushed open the main door to the building, climbing the

Michael’s POV I didn’t sleep well. Not because I couldn’t—but because I wouldn’t let myself.The quiet hum of Ashley’s apartment felt louder than ever. I sat curled up in the farthest corner of her walk-in closet, the same place I had hidden while Fernando stood in the doorway and poured his heart out.I had heard every word.The worst part? I almost believed him.His voice hadn’t sounded like the ruthless Mafia Don people feared. There was something raw in it—something cracked and uncertain. He wasn’t begging, but he wasn’t demanding either. He was…human.But I didn’t come out.I didn’t trust myself.Because if I had looked him in the eyes and seen regret written all over his face, I might have run to him.And I couldn’t afford that. Not again.By the time I did manage to close my eyes, it was already morning. And by the time I finally rolled out of bed, it was way too late."Shit."I scrambled off the bed like it had burned me, searching the floor for my clothes and phone at the

Michael’s POV The lunch rush had finally died down.Steam no longer flew from the espresso machines and the once roaring murmur of customers had gradually shifted into a gentle hum of conversations and clinking cups. The café smelled of toasted bread, vanilla, and burnt milk—the familiar scent of fatigue and effort. I wiped my hands on a towel and leaned against the counter, my eyes scanning the remaining customers out of habit more than necessity.Across from me, Ivy sat on a barstool, nursing an iced mocha with two extra pumps of caramel. Her dark hair was tied up in a loose bun, and strands had fallen across her cheek from the sweat of the midday madness. She looked exhausted, but the kind of exhausted that made someone human, not broken."That was brutal," she said, taking another sip. "My knees are going to go for a vacation tomorrow."I chuckled. "You held your ground better than Liam. He nearly dropped a tray of cappuccinos on that couple in the corner."Ivy smirked. "Th

Archer's POV I slammed the door behind me as I stepped into my mansion, the echo moving through the grand, majestic hall like the wave of my fury. Every heavy footstep I took toward the living room made my anger simmer hotter, and by the time I sank onto the leather couch, it was a raging storm inside my chest.Fernando Ramirez.His name alone was enough to make my jaw clench.He had said no. No to a relationship. No to something real. Something meaningful. Something that, for once in my chaotic and calculated life, I wanted with every damn fiber of my being.And why? Because of a part of his past. Because of someone who wasn’t even in the picture anymore.Michael.The name tasted sour on my tongue, even though I had never met the bastard. I hated him. Hated the way his shadow still clung to Fernando’s every decision, every hesitation, every soft flicker of vulnerability he refused to show. How could a man who ran away leave such a deep mark?“Sir?”The voice of my butler, Harold,