Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Fernando’s POVThe meeting dragged to its end with the weight of unfinished business still hanging in the air. I listened to the final words of everyone while my mind was elsewhere.Rodger, still angry, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “I don’t like sitting on my hands, Fernando. The longer we wait, the bolder they’ll get.”“They won’t get the chance to be bold again,” I said smoothly, rising from my seat. “Trust me.”Rodger narrowed his eyes, as if considering whether to push further, but he ultimately stayed silent. Good. The last thing I needed was another idiotic suggestion to storm a federal building.Nikolai shot me a lingering glance before standing as well. “Keep me informed,” he said simply.I nodded. “Always.”Santiago was the last to move, still wearing that cocky smirk as he adjusted his cufflinks. “Try not to get too sentimental, Fernando. We can’t afford distractions.”I merely gave him a sharp look. “I don’t get distracted.”He chuckled, shaking his head

Viewer Discretion: This chapter might contain violent acts that may be sensitive to some readers.******Fernando’s POVThe car was silent except for the faint hum of the engine. Outside, the suburban neighborhood was quiet, the kind of place where people felt safe enough to leave their doors unlocked and let their kids play in the front yard. I sat in the driver's seat, my fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel as I watched the house through the windshield. Inside, one of the agents on my hit list—James Holloway—sat at the dining table with his wife and two kids, a boy and a girl. The lights in the house were bright, the warm glow spilling onto the neatly trimmed lawn through the large window.Holloway laughed at something his wife said, cutting a piece of meat from his plate. The kids laughed over their own plates, their faces lit up with happiness. It was a picture-perfect family moment—one that should’ve meant nothing to me.And yet, as I watched them, a strange fe

Viewer Discretion: This chapter might contain violent acts that may be sensitive to some readers.Fernando’s POVThe sound of her whimpering filled the room, a pathetic noise that clawed at my patience. I clenched my jaw, watching as Holloway’s wife trembled, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. Blood poured from the wounds in her shoulder and leg, soaking her dress, falling on the wooden floor beneath her chair.She was in pain.Good.I exhaled sharply, tilting my head, watching her with cold disinterest. "Would you shut the fuck up already?" I snapped, my voice sharp.She flinched, biting her lip to stop another whimper, her whole body trembling.Holloway’s eyes blazed with fury as he turned his gaze on me. "She’s in pain!" he spat, his voice thick with rage and desperation. "She’s scared!"I arched an eyebrow. "And? That’s not my problem. My problem is you not answering my damn question." I took a step forward, pressing the barrel of my gun against her temple again, watc

Michael’s POVThe sound of running water filled the room.I stood frozen, gripping Fernando’s gun so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, matching the steady sound of the water falling down in the bathroom.He was in there, unaware, unguarded.It would be so easy.My mind replayed what he told me about last night—the casual way Fernando had admitted to killing Holloway and his wife, the lack of remorse in his voice, the satisfaction in his smirk. He didn’t care. Two people were dead, and all he had to show for it was an amused look and a lazy stretch.How many more would die?How many more would suffer under his hand?I wasn’t naïve. I knew what kind of man he was. I had known from the beginning. But standing here now, holding his gun, I realized something I had been delaying for too long.He would never stop.The only way to end this… was to stop him myself.I took a slow, deliberate step toward the bathroom door. My fingers went around the hand

Michael’s POVI took a deep breath as I stepped out of the bathroom, my skin still wet, my hair dripping onto the towel I had wrapped around my waist. The heat of the bath had eased the knots in my muscles, and for the first time in hours, I felt clean.I sighed, letting the silence settle over me. It was rare to have a moment like this in his house—a moment where the walls weren’t pressing in, where the air wasn’t suffocating with tension. My feet pressed against the cool floor as I walked toward the wardrobe, dreading the idea of staying here longer than necessary.Then I noticed it.The chair where he had been sitting was empty. The lingering presence of Fernando had vanished.That murderer was gone.I exhaled, releasing a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. My shoulders dropped in relief. It was exhausting being around him, suffocating even, like being trapped in a room with a wild animal, one that could decide at any second whether to let you live or rip out your thro