Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Kabanata 341 - Kabanata 350

Michael’s POV I don’t think I had ever seen anyone look so completely, utterly amazed by a single sight. Not even when I was a kid myself, staring at something for the first time, did I have the kind of wide-eyed wonder Henry had the second the ocean came into view. It was like the entire world cracked open in front of him. Henry stood frozen at the edge of the boardwalk, his small hands gripping the railing. “Whoa…” His voice was a whisper, like he was afraid the scene might disappear if he spoke too loudly. “It’s… huge.” Ashley crouched beside him, smiling softly. “That’s the ocean, Henry. What do you think?” He blinked rapidly, his eyes darting between the rolling waves and the faint, foamy line where they crashed into the shore. “It’s… bigger than I thought. I didn’t know it could look like that. Like… forever.” His words hit me harder than I expected. He had never been to a beach. Not once. His mom, God rest her soul, had lived most of her life in the suburbs, jugg

Fernando’s POV The sun was dipping toward the horizon, painting the beach in streaks of gold, but I barely noticed. My focus was locked on the two men kneeling in the sand of the parking lot, their wrists bound tightly behind them. Henry was clinging to one of my bodyguards his small fingers gripping the man’s shirt as though the world was about to collapse. His dark eyes, so much like mine, kept darting to me, then to Michael, then back to me. I didn’t want him here for this, but this was where I drew the line. This was the moment Michael needed to understand.“Take him,” I told my guards. “Keep him in sight. Do not let him move more than two feet from you. Understood?”“Yes, sir,” they answered, shifting Henry into a more secure hold.Michael stepped forward, his brows knotted in something between frustration and grief. “Fernando, let me take Henry. He’ll feel safer with me.”I shot him a cold look. “Safe? Is that what you call what happened today?”He winced, looking down.

Fernando’s POV The sound of the waves still clung to my ears, even as Marlo steered us away from the beach.It wasn’t the kind of sound that fades easily—it burrowed into my skull, weaving itself into the rhythm of my heartbeat. Even with the scent of salt air giving way to the smell of the road, the ocean stayed with me. The crash of the surf no longer belonged to a peaceful memory. It was the percussion of fear, the backdrop to the way Henry’s small hands had trembled against mine.The ocean had always been a backdrop to blood in my life. I had stood on its shore after deals turned bloody, after enemies washed up with their throats cut. But today… today it had been the stage for something else. Not business. Not vengeance. Something far more personal.Henry sat beside me in the back seat, his small legs dangling above the floor mats. His sneakers swung in a slow, uneven rhythm, the motion betraying the nervous energy he was trying to hide. He kept his gaze fixed on the window,

Fernando’s POV The roar of the engines was the only sound filling the long, winding driveway as my cars pulled up toward the mansion. It was a sound I had grown up with — the deep purr of power beneath metal, the hum of expensive precision — yet lately, even that familiar sound felt strangely hollow to me. I leaned back against the soft leather of the rear seat, the scent of new car polish mixing with the faint trace of my cologne. Beside me, Henry sat stiffly, his little arms crossed tight across his chest. His eyes, sharp and distant, were fixed on the view beyond the tinted glass. I had caught him stealing glances at me several times during the ride, but each time I turned my head, he looked away as though the very act of meeting my gaze was a crime. The convoy rolled to a stop before the grand front steps. Through the window, I saw them waiting — a line of maids in perfectly pressed uniforms, hands folded before them, heads slightly bowed in practiced respect. At the ce

Michael’s POV The sun felt wrong today. I don’t mean it was too hot or too bright—it just… didn’t belong. It entered through the blinds of Ashley’s apartment in long, slanted lines that landed across the sofa where I sat hunched over, staring at the floor. The warmth on my skin was useless. It couldn’t seep deep enough to reach the cold inside me. It had been one day—twenty-four hours—since Fernando had taken Henry away. My chest tightened as the memory replayed for the hundredth time. The beach. Henry’s small hand slipping from mine. Fernando’s voice, too calm for someone who had just torn my world in half. I rubbed my temples and let out a low breath that came out more like a growl. I was never the kind of man to admit defeat, but right now? The weight of failure sat like a stone in my gut. The sound of clinking dishes broke through my thoughts. Ashley was in the kitchen, moving with her usual efficiency, her hair tied up and her work clothes already on. “Michael?” Her v