Semua Bab Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Micheal's POV I slammed my phone down on the nightstand, my fingers gripping the edges of the cheap plastic case so tightly that I thought I might snap it in half. Ethan wasn’t answering my calls. Again.I had tried six times already since this morning, and each time, the call had gone straight to voicemail. No ringing. No chance to hear his voice. Just a cold, automated message reminding me that he didn’t want to talk to me.I couldn’t even blame him.Yesterday had been a disaster.My date with Ethan—the one I had actually been excited about—had been completely destroyed the moment Fernando showed up. He had walked into that restaurant with his smug, self-satisfied grin, and in a matter of minutes, he had shattered any chance I had of a normal evening.Ethan had left. Marlo didn’t care. And me? I had been dragged right back into Fernando’s web.And now, here I was, stuck in Fernando’s mansion, getting ready for a trip I hadn’t even wanted to take.I rubbed my temples, my anger sim

Michael’s POVSitting on his lap felt like a mistake.The moment my body settled against his, a deep wave of disgust went through me. I could feel him—all of him.His muscular thighs beneath me, solid and unyielding, radiated warmth through the expensive fabric of his tailored pants. I had expected them to be firm, but not like this. Not this hard. Not this strong.I tried to shift, to put some distance between us, but his hands were already at my waist, holding me in place with an effortless grip. Not forceful. Not yet. But firm enough to remind me that he was in control.I stiffened, willing myself to ignore the way my body reacted, but the memories came rushing in before I could stop them.The last time we were alone…The image of Fernando, bare and unapologetic in his nakedness, flashed in my mind. And now, with his warmth pressing into me, I hated that I remembered. Fernando must have felt the tension rolling off me, because his grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly. T

Michael’s POVThe door slammed shut behind me, but the echo of Fernando’s words still clung to my skin.I exhaled sharply, leaning against the cold wall, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.He’s onto me.That arrogant bastard.I had underestimated him.I told myself I wouldn’t let him get into my head, but he was getting closer—too close. The way he had looked at me, the way he had spoken so confidently about me having another side… Had he figured something out?No.He was just playing with me.Fernando thrived on control, on peeling people open just to see how they’d react. That’s what this was.Still, I couldn’t afford to be reckless.I needed to be careful.From now on, I had to play this game more skillfully, even better than I had done for the past couple weeks.The sound of approaching footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. I straightened, masking my expression just as Marlo stepped into view.Great.Just what I didn’t need right now.Marlo stopped a few feet away, his sh

Michael’s POVMy hotel room door shut behind me with a soft click.I stood there for a long moment, my back pressed against the wood, heart pounding in my chest.I had him.Fernando Ramirez.The man who had evaded law enforcement for years. The man whose empire thrived on blood, drugs, and destruction. The man who had—somehow, for some godforsaken reason—made me hesitate.But not anymore.I pushed away from the door and walked across the dimly lit room, my mind racing with everything I had overheard. The batch was ready. The product was set to be introduced into the market. And most importantly… they had a manufacturing site.I grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Ashley’s number.It rang once.Twice.Then—“Michael,” Ashley’s voice came through, sharp and alert.I exhaled, a slow smirk creeping onto my lips. “Tell the higher-ups to get ready" I said almost immediately.A pause. Then, “You have something?” she asked, her voice shifting to something alert and professional. “Oh,

Michael’s POVPain.Blinding, searing, unrelenting pain.It ripped through my body like a wildfire, burning every nerve, every muscle, every damn thought in my head. The heat of it was unbearable, radiating from my shoulders and burning its way into my chest. This was worse than what I had thought it would feel like if I ever got shot.I gasped, but the air I sucked in was practically nothing, useless.Gunfire roared around me, a loud, chaotic sounds of violence. But I barely registered it. The only sound that mattered was the pounding of my heartbeat, loud and massive, hammering inside my skull.I stumbled. My legs gave out beneath me. The ground tilted, twisted, rushed toward me—And then I stopped.Because something had caught me.Something big. Strong.Fernando.His arms wrapped around me, unyielding, keeping me from crashing face-first onto the filthy concrete floor. His grip was too tight, fingers digging into my wounded shoulder, and a white-hot hit of pain shot through me.