Semua Bab Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Bab 511 - Bab 520

Michael’s POV If you had told me yesterday that I would be standing beside the man who was meant to kill me, I would have laughed bitterly.But today, there was no time for either.Fernando stood near the console, his back to me, his jaw tight as he watched the monitor flicker with Damian’s signal which flashed weakly somewhere in the lower deck. Marlo was pacing behind us, muttering under his breath as he loaded his weapon. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “So… what now?”Fernando didn’t look back. His voice was calm and steady in a way that unnerved me. “We go down there and we finish it.”“That’s it?” I asked quietly. “No plan? No backup?”Marlo scoffed. “You think there’s time for backup? Damian is like a goddamn rat and if we wait, he will vanish into the ocean before dawn.”Fernando’s hand flexed over his gun.“We won’t give him that chance,” he said.There was no emotion in his voice, no hesitation, just focus. The same focus that would have been turned on me if Damian ha

Fernando’s POV Michael’s gaze rested on mine as his eyes searched for any truth in the reason for my current actions.I couldn’t blame him, I would be confused too.“I thought you hated me,” he whispered.“I tried to,” I admitted, pressing harder on his wound. “God knows I tried.”He gave a weak laugh that turned into a cough. “You’re terrible at it.”“Shut up,” I said, but my voice cracked. “You’re losing too much blood. Just hold on.”Marlo’s footsteps were loud as he came back down the stairs. “The boat is turning around! I’ve got a signal out to the med team and tbey will be here in fifteen minutes!”“Make it ten,” I snapped.“I’m not a magician!”“Then drive faster!”Marlo rushed to the controls while I kept pressure on Michael’s wounds. My fingers were trembling, my vision blurred with panic.The last time I had seen this much blood, it had been on my hands for a different reason like a mission, a kill order, or something clean and emotionless. But this wasn’t clean, this was

Ashley’s POVThe air inside my apartment room was thick with the faint scent of Nick’s cologne blending with the crispness of my freshly ironed shirt. I buttoned my shirt slowly, the white fabric hugging my body as if it knew what kind of day I was walking into. My reflection in the mirror looked calm, too calm, but I could feel the storm building inside me like something sharp, unrelenting, and hungry for answers.Behind me, Nick stirred and the sheets rustled.“Where are you going so early?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep but edged with that cautious tone I knew too well.I glanced at him through the mirror. His hair was messy, his chest bare. He looked beautiful like that, but I didn’t have the luxury of admiring him this morning.“I haven’t heard from Michael for hours,” I said quietly, slipping the badge into my jacket pocket. “Not a text or a call. Nothing.”Nick frowned and sat up straighter. “Maybe he’s asleep.”“No,” I said, turning to face him. “Michael doesn’

Ashley’s POVThe late morning sun spilled over the streets, soft yet almost blinding through the tinted windows of Fernando’s black Maserati. The car hummed smoothly beneath us as it moved toward the hospital. My hands were clasped too tightly in my lap, my heart quick and uneven despite how cool I was trying to act.Every time I thought about Michael, my stomach twisted. He was supposed to be safe. He had promised me that things were going to be under control but now it seemed like it wasn’t.We were trained for danger, lies and blood and betrayal, but this had gone too far.I leaned my head back, staring at the passing buildings. Fernando sat next to me, his hand holding up his jaw while the other rested casually near his thigh. He wasn’t even looking at the road half the time like he didn’t need to. His control was absolute, his presence filled the entire space of the car in such a commanding, cold and magnetic way.He broke the silence first.“You don’t have to act so calm,”

Fernando’s POV The late morning sun hit my face when i looked at the vehicle of my pursuer, its warmth clashing with the cold steel of the gun in my hand. The silence of the empty road stretched around us, thick with tension. My shoes sounded against the ground as I walked closer to the black car that had been tailing us. I could almost still hear Ashley’s faint breathing from inside the car, uneven and scared. She was trying to hide it, but I knew fear when I heard it. I had lived surrounded by it long enough. The wind blew softly, carrying the faint scent of anticipation and dust. The car's engine was still running. Its windows were tinted dark and I aimed my gun, my finger brushing the trigger. “Step out,” I commanded, my voice sharp and steady. The driver’s door opened slowly. And then I saw a tall man in an expensive gray suit, black hair slicked back, and a face that had seen as much blood as mine. Don Santiago. He stepped out with an intensifying presence