Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don의 모든 챕터: 챕터 221 - 챕터 225

Ashley’s POV The air inside the FBI headquarters was always cold, sterile, and scented faintly of burnt coffee, toner, and tension. It clung to the skin like static, setting nerves perpetually on edge. The rhythmic clicking of keyboards echoed faintly over the hum of computers and distant voices trading information like it was weapons.I sat at my desk in the far corner of the cyber operations wing, watching over two dual monitors, their pale glow lighting my face in blue and white. As my fingers flew across the keyboard, I navigated through encrypted files, cross-referencing databases, bypassing firewalls that would earn most people a prison sentence. But I wasn’t most people—I was Special Agent Ashley Torres, one of the bureau’s best digital forensic analysts.And I was hunting a ghost.One name. That’s all I was looking for.Eliot Granger.Manager of the KAFÉ VERSE coffee shop in the Lower East District.A man who, on paper, should’ve been irrelevant—just another clean-cut civ

Becca sat on the cold stone bench beneath the trailing vines of the east garden, her fingers loosely clasped around the rim of a once-steaming mug. Becca’s gaze was distant, locked on something unseen, perhaps even unreachable.“He looked different,” she murmured, as if the wind itself had spoken first.Mira, seated opposite her on a smaller bench, tilted her head and raised a curious brow. “You mean Alpha Eugene?”Becca nodded, her eyes never shifting from the horizon beyond the garden walls. “He looked Stronger, tired, but there was something else… in his eyes. A kind of... restraint. Like he was holding something back. Like he wanted to speak but couldn’t.”Mira leaned forward, her hand absently toying with a wildflower growing near the edge of the bench. “Did you want him to talk to you?”“No,” Becca answered quickly, too quickly. Her voice carried a sharp edge, betraying an undercurrent of emotion she hadn’t meant to show. "I don’t really care. It doesn’t bother me."Mira rai

Michael’s POV The fluorescent lights in the Kafé Verse parking lot flickered like they were tired too.I stood beside the back exit with my hands in my jacket pockets, the last echoes of laughter still bouncing between the walls behind us. The doors had just clunked shut as we finished locking up for the night, the quiet click of Mateo’s keys signaling the end of a long day.“It’s weird not dreading tomorrow,” Mateo said, shoving his hands deep into his hoodie as a gust of wind swept through. “Like, we actually get to come in and not worry about Eliot breathing down our necks.”I let out a quiet breath. “I still can’t believe we did that.”“I can,” Ivy said, falling into step beside me. Her black boots crunched softly over the ground. “It was overdue.”Mateo let out a bitter laugh. “The guy has been treating us like garbage for months. I think I speak for all of us when I say he had it coming.”“Big time,” Liam agreed. “You should have seen him go white when you told him off, Mich