All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Michael’s POV Fernando’s eyes locked on me, and for a heartbeat, the entire world seemed to hold its breath. His gaze flicked from me down to Henry, then back again, wide with something I hadn’t seen on him before—shock. The kind that looked like he had seen a ghost.“Michael,” Fernando said, his voice rough, disbelief dripping from every syllable.Henry pressed himself harder against my side, his little arms wrapping around my waist. I could feel his trembling seep into me like a pulse of cold water. I wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him close. “Fernando,” I replied, keeping my tone low but steady. “You need to stop this.”Fernando blinked, jaw tightening. “Stop what?” His voice came out clipped, as if he were biting off every word. “This is my son.”“He’s crying because of you,” I snapped. “You’re scaring him half to death—look at him.”Henry’s breath hitched behind me. I felt a tiny, wet drop hit my shirt. I reached back, brushing his hair. “You’ve been making him

Michael’s POVThe drive to the hospital was silent, tense enough to strangle the air itself. Fernando sat in the front passenger seat of his black Bentley, every bit as imposing as I remembered him being years ago. Henry’s small, warm hand rested in mine. I kept my gaze fixed out the window, counting each streetlamp that blurred past, needing something to anchor me so I wouldn’t drown in the swirling memories of Fernando and I.The convoy of SUVs behind us kept their distance but loomed like shadows of a darker time. I could feel Marlo’s eyes on me from the front seat, suspicious and disapproving. The longer the silence dragged, the more Henry fidgeted next to me, his tiny voice piping up once or twice about how he missed his mom. Each time, I swallowed the lump in my throat and reassured him as best I could.When we finally pulled up to the hospital entrance, the brakes squealed to a halt. Fernando’s men fanned out wordlessly as we stepped onto the curb, their eyes scanning for

Micheal’s POVThe antiseptic smell of the hospital was suffocating, seeping into every breath like a sterile poison. I sat in a stiff plastic chair in the waiting room, its edge biting into the back of my legs. Henry was curled into a trembling ball against my chest, his small hands clutching my shirt in desperate fists. Each hiccuping sob that wracked his body cut through me like a blade.“She’s gone,” he whispered again and again into my shirt, his voice so small, so heartbreakingly fragile. “She’s really gone…”I smoothed his hair, my palm shaking. Words felt useless—small, empty things that could never bridge the ocean of grief drowning this child. All I could do was hold him tighter, a fragile shield against a world that had just shattered around him.Across from us sat Fernando, as if grief and tragedy were beneath him. His dark eyes were unreadable, as cold and polished as a heartless monster. Next to him stood Marlo, his massive hands clasped in front of him, his face imp

Fernando’s POV The iron gates of my mansion swung open with a low groan, the convoy of black SUVs and my car rumbling up the driveway like a funeral procession. I could still hear Henry’s muffled sobs through the closed door of my car. Each cry was a needle under my skin.When the car rolled to a stop in front of the main entrance, Marlo was already opening my door, his eyes sweeping the grounds with mechanical precision. Archer stepped out from his own car, smoothing down his suit, his eyes flicking anxiously between me and Henry.Henry’s cries grew louder when the engine died. His voice was hoarse, raw, each ragged plea for Michael a fresh dagger to my chest.Archer stepped forward, fists balled at his sides. “For Christ’s sake, he’s been bawling since we left the hospital,” he snapped. “Let me drag him out already.”I lifted a hand, my voice low and even. “No. He’s my son. I’ll handle this.”Archer hesitated, his lip curling in frustration, but he stepped back.I opened the d

Michael’s POV I sat hunched over the chipped kitchen table in Ashley’s apartment, staring at the cold cup of coffee in front of me. The night outside pressed against the frosted windows, a quiet darkness that made the silence between Ashley and me feel even heavier.Henry’s absence ached like a fresh wound. My chest felt hollow without his small footsteps padding around the apartment.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his tearful face the day Fernando and Archer came to take him. I had promised him I would always be there. But I had failed.I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to break something.Across from me, Ashley shifted in her chair. She reached for my hand, her fingers warm against mine. “Michael…” she began softly.I kept my eyes on the table. “They just… took him, Ash,” I whispered, my voice cracking on the words. “Like he was a thing they owned.”She exhaled, her grip tightening. “He is Fernando’s son. We always knew this day could come.”“That doesn’t make it right.