Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Kabanata 261 - Kabanata 270

Michael’s POVI’ve never been the kind of guy who lived by the clock. Sure, I liked routine—wake up, coffee, work, repeat—but life, especially mine, didn’t exactly lend itself to neat schedules. Not when Fernando was involved.That morning, golden light crept across the floor of my tiny one-bedroom apartment like it was trying not to wake the place up. I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers tangled in my messy hair, eyes locked on the small form curled up on my couch. Henry, under that thick, mismatched quilt I kept for cold nights. Peaceful. Like he belonged here.He had shown up so early in the morning, knocking so softly I thought I had imagined it. When I opened the door, there he was—wide-eyed, clutching a backpack, like something out of a dream. Or a very real problem. One that Fernando didn’t know about yet.I should have been panicking. Hell, I should have been halfway to returning him. But instead, I just… breathed. For once, my heart wasn’t racing with dread. It was full.

Fernando’s POV The engine clicked softly as I shut the door behind me, the familiar purr of the car dying down into silence. I had stepped out with the determination of a man who could bring the world to its knees, the air heavy anticipation. Annabelle stood close by, her shoes sounding against the concrete, and Mortis rounded the car and fell in step with us.I tilted my head up to stare at the modest apartment building. Ashley’s place. If Michael had brought Henry here, then right now, everything would change."Marlo and Emilio are handling the warehouse issue because I want them to handle that," I said to the two of them as we approached the sidewalk. "We need to keep our focus. If Henry is really here, then we’re taking him."Annabelle looked around the buildings as if she was some sort of royalty. "And what about Michael?" She asked. I clenched my jaw. "He needs a reminder that he doesn’t get to keep what’s mine."Mortis raised a brow. "With respect, boss... the boy ran to

Fernando’s POV I sat on the edge of Michael’s neatly made bed, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands locked together.For once, our conversation didn’t feel like a negotiation or a courtroom battle. It felt like two men trying to put their egos aside for a boy who mattered more than pride ever could.Michael glanced at the closed door, as though making sure Henry wasn’t listening. Then his eyes flicked back to me. "Fernando, this isn’t about winning or losing. You know that, right?"I gave a small nod, exhaling slowly. "I know. Believe me, I know."His jaw flexed slightly. "It might not look like it, but I get how this must feel for you."I found comfort in the neatness of the room even if I hated to admit it. "I thought... I thought bringing Henry back would be the start of something better. I made mistakes. I kept him away because I thought it was best. And now that I want to be part of his life, he’s gravitating toward you. It hurts."Michael walked over to the desk and lean

Fernando’s POV The morning light filtered through my bedroom windows, casting golden rays over the floor. I sat at the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, phone in my hand, staring at Michael’s name on the screen. I had been staring at it for ten minutes. Debating what to do.Should I text him?After everything—after a couple days ago, after Henry chose to stay with him instead of me—I wasn’t sure if reaching out would feel intrusive. But this wasn’t about me or Michael. It was about Henry. My son. My blood.So I texted him."I want to register Henry in a school. A good one. Today."I didn’t expect a warm reply. I didn’t even expect a thank you. But Michael responded a minute later with a simple:"Okay. I’ll get him ready."I didn’t know how to read that. Was it reluctant? Neutral? Cooperative? My mind was a sea of questions.Michael had this way of keeping things wrapped in a kind tone even when he wasn’t fine. And after everything—me showing up at his apartment unannounced, my pa

Archer's POV The sky was bright, too damn bright. Sunshine spilled over the street outside Kafé Verse like it had something to prove. My sunglasses did little to cut through the glare, and I found myself squinting as I stepped outside, Michael a step behind me, looking more confused than wary—a mistake he kept making with me."What is this about?" he asked, crossing his arms the second we were out of earshot from the rest of his coworkers. The front windows of the café glared like eyes. Ivy, Mateo, and Liam pretended not to stare, but I could feel their curiosity stretching like invisible wires between us.I didn’t answer him right away. I let my gaze drift down the street, scanning for pedestrians, possible eavesdroppers. This wasn’t the kind of conversation I wanted echoing through those walls.Finally, I turned to face him fully."Why is Henry living with you?"Michael blinked, clearly not expecting that to be my first question. "Because I’m the one he chose. He’s comfortable