Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Kabanata 361 - Kabanata 370

Ashley’s POV The night was heavy when I pulled up to the estate gates. It was already past midnight and the air hung thick with silence, broken only by the low hum of my engine as I killed it. From my windshield, I looked around hoping to see any of Fernando’s guards and stop them before they could get the upper hand over me. My hands were slick on the steering wheel. My heart was beating like a frantic drum. I had driven without a plan, guided only by one desperate thought. I had to save Michael from the cold clutches of Fernando. The large iron gates loomed like the bars of a monstrous cage, their shadows stretching across the gravel road. It was now or never. I got out of the car, the slam of the door too loud in the quiet night, like a warning bell. My heels sank slightly into the ground as I rushed forward with resolve burning in my chest. The gates were locked, of course, but I still curled my hands around the cold iron and pulled, rattling them as if I could t

Archer’s POV (An Hour Ago) The clock ticked past midnight, each second dragging like claws across my skin. I sat in the dimly lit lounge, the smell of whiskey thick in the air, my hand clenching the phone so tightly I thought it might shatter. Michael still hadn’t picked up. For the twentieth, no, thirtieth, time tonight, the line rang and rang, each unanswered call stoking the fire already burning low in my chest. I lowered the phone slowly, staring at the dark screen as if it had betrayed me. “Damn him,” I muttered, my voice rough, almost breaking. From across the room, Harold shifted in his usual composed way, but I caught the stiffness in his jaw. “Sir,” Harold began carefully, “you’ve been calling all night. Perhaps Mr. Michael is… preoccupied.” “Preoccupied?” I snapped, turning on him with the force of my frustration. “He was supposed to call me back tonight. He said he would go to Fernando, and he promised me an update.” Harold sighed, folding his gloved hands in

Ashley’s POV I was freezing.The night air had long ago seeped into my bones, each gust of wind biting against my jacket like ice. My legs ached from standing too long in the same spot, shifting my weight back and forth in the gravel road before the high iron gates of Fernando’s estate.Archer’s booming, arrogant voice had been the only thing breaking the silence for the last half-hour.“I said open the damn gates, Marlo!” Archer barked. “You think I came all this way to be kept standing in the street like some beggar? Let me in.”On the other side of the gate, Marlo stood solid and stubborn, his arms folded across his chest like a human barricade. His sharp eyes glared at Archer through the bars, his stance wide, daring him to push further.“You’re not coming in,” Marlo snapped back, his voice cutting through the night. “Neither of you are.”I wanted to roll my eyes at the emphasis, but exhaustion kept me still. Archer’s lip curled.“I don’t take orders from dogs.”Marlo’s hand t

Fernando’s POV The coldness of the grand dining hall seemed to fade the moment Michael’s hand was trapped in mine. My back pressed against the polished wood of the massive table, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was him—his presence, his warmth, his resistance, his trembling. Our eyes locked, and in those dark depths of his gaze, I saw a thousand storms he refused to let loose. “Let go of me, Fernando,” he said, his voice a mix of command and plea. “No.” My grip tightened. “You’re not leaving me. Not now. Not when I can feel how badly you want this.” His lips parted slightly, but no words followed—only a sharp intake of breath, betraying the war raging inside him. My body ached, the need straining through me like fire in my veins, hard and unrelenting. I wanted him, all of him, and no excuse in the world could make me turn away. “Michael,” I whispered, lowering my voice until it was barely more than a growl, “forget Henry. Forget the world. Forget everything outside this

Michael’s POV The air in the grand dining hall still clung to the taste of Fernando’s lips. My pulse hadn’t steadied since he pressed me against the polished table, since his hands mapped places on my body I had never thought I would allow. I could still feel his heat, the traces of his mouth, the shocking recklessness that had overtaken me—when the heavy sound of the massive dining hall doors cut through the silence like a blade. Ashley’s hair tumbled forward as she burst inside, Archer close behind her, followed by Marlo, Mortis, Emilio, and Anabelle. “Michael!” she gasped, her voice thick with worry. She dashed forward and threw her arms around me. “Thank God you’re all right—I’ve been banging on that door forever. Do you know how scared I was?” Her embrace was familiar and grounding, compared to the cold tension radiating from the man behind me. Ashley pulled back only to cup my cheeks, scanning me over like a mother hen. That’s when her gaze moved lower on the red marks