Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don의 모든 챕터: 챕터 301 - 챕터 310

Michael’s POVThe ambulance lights blinked ahead like angry gods screaming warnings. Red, white light were flashing continuously against the street as the back doors slammed closed.“Move! Let’s go!” one of the EMTs shouted.We were already running.Me, Marlo, Mortis and Emilio.All of us entered inside Fernando’s car with urgency. Marlo floored the accelerator, tires shrieking as we followed the ambulance like desperate shadows chasing a fading light.Inside the car, no one spoke. There was no need to.The silence was unbearable.I stared out the windshield, but I wasn’t seeing the road. I was seeing him. Fernando with blood soaking his side. That stubborn fire in his eyes. The way he had collapsed after firing that one goddamn shot at the sniper.That was all it took to crack me.“You don’t get to die on me,” I muttered under my breath, so low none of them heard it.My hands were clenched so tight my knuckles ached. Every bone in my body buzzed with panic. It wasn’t just adrenaline

Michael POV The minute the doctor pushed open the double doors and stepped into the corridor, the air shifted. Everyone’s back straightened. Archer’s attention immediately shifted to the doctor. Marlo moved closer. I kept my mind clear and met the doctor’s gaze directly. He was a short man with tired eyes and a white coat too long for his frame. His face was lined with tension. He asked to talk to someone relating to Fernando and this caused both me and Archer to step forward, our resolve to be the chosen one clear as day. Neither of us was prepared to back down for the other. I don't care what Archer was up to, but I'm not going to step down for him. Not a fucking chance. The doctor looked between us and let out a tired breath. “Who is the next of kin for Mr. Fernando Ramirez?” he asked in a clipped, professional tone. We all froze. “I am,” I said quickly. “No, you’re not,” Archer snapped, stepping closer to.the doctor. “I’m his partner. You should speak to me.” The doct

Micheal's POV The air in Saint Aldric’s Hospital parking lot was heavy. Not just with the thick evening mist that rolled in from the coastal cliffs, but with a kind of pressure that settled over my chest like wet cement. I needed a shower. I needed sleep. Hell, I needed peace. I was done with my phone call with Ashley and i couldn't count on Marlo taking me back hime because it was his car i had used to get to the hospital. I needed to stop a cab. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps—slow, purposeful ones—echoing off the pavement behind me. The kind of footsteps that didn’t carry good news. I turned. Marlo walked towards me with his usual cold expression and a small frown on his face masked by a stupid smirk carved onto his leathery face like he already thought he had won. Flanking him were Mortis and Emilio, silent as shadows, their faces unreadable beneath the cold glow of the lot’s flickering lights. “Michael,” Marlo drawled, as if we were old friends catching up afte

Michael's POV The front door slammed behind me, the echo bounced off the walls of Ashley’s apartment, the sharp crack ringing in my ears. I stood frozen for a second, my palm still on the doorknob, my chest heaving with each breath like I had run a marathon uphill in the rain. The air in the apartment was warm but all I could feel was the frost that clung to my skin from where I had just come. My knuckles were raw. My heartbeat a relentless drumbeat in my ears. I didn’t even hear Ashley approach until she was right in front of me, barefoot in that worn T-shirt she always slept in. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few strands loose around her face. But her eyes were sharp, scanning me like a nurse. “Michael?” she whispered. “Where the hell have you been?” My tongue felt dry as paper. “I wanted to come home early but i didn't know if they'll be following me so i decided to walk around a while.” Her brows furrowed. “Who…?” “Marlo, Mortis and Emilio.” She stared at

Michael’s POV I sat parked beneath the shadow of a scraggly oak tree across from Richmond Elementary, the engine off, my phone face-down on the passenger seat, and the smell of leather seats slowly turning stale in the summer heat. The AC hadn’t been running for over an hour now, but I didn’t mind. The sweat gathering at the base of my neck, under my shirt reminded me I was alive, alert and waiting. My eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror for the hundredth time. There it was. That black car was still there. The nerve of those morherfuckers to follow me to a school and try to get their hands on a child just because of their own personal gain. I had two suspects on who could have sent those bastsrds to watch Henry’s movement and it could either be Archer or Marlo. It had been parked two cars down and slightly behind me since 7:50 AM—right after I dropped Henry off for school. I didn’t need to see the faces inside to know exactly who they were so I couldn't know for sure whom