All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

Fernando’s POV The room smelled like antiseptic and flowers. It was too clean for the kind of dirt that clung to our world. No matter how white the walls were, I could still smell blood in the air, the reminder of what had almost been taken from me. Michael lay unconscious on the hospital bed. The machines around him beeped steadily, that fragile rhythm of life that somehow felt like a countdown instead of a promise. Every breath he took through that damn oxygen mask made my chest tighten with guilt I would never admit aloud. Ashley sat beside him, her hands clenched together on her lap. She hadn’t moved for hours, hadn’t looked away from him for more than a few seconds. Her face was pale and drawn, her eyes burning with something between worry and fury. The night had stripped her of her usual sharpness and now she looked tired, raw and dangerous in a different way. “His temperature has dropped,” she muttered, checking the small monitor beside the bed. “The doctor said it’

Fernando’s POV I paced around the room, my fists clenched so tight I could feel the skin tearing beneath my nails. The private hospital room was quiet now, too quiet, and yet it felt like the air itself had thickened, heavy with tension and frustration.Anabelle stood near the doorway, her hands folded, eyes wide and careful. Henry, my son, was perched beside Michael, holding his hand like a lifeline, tears falling down his cheeks. “You brought him here,” I said, my voice low and dangerous, every word sharp enough to draw blood. “Do you have any idea how stupid, how reckless that was?”Anabelle’s lips trembled. “Don Fernando, I—”“You what?” I barked. “You let him come here, into a hospital room that houses a target! Into a warzone of people who would gladly finish what they started!”Henry flinched, clutching Michael’s hand tighter. I saw the fear, the confusion, but also the stubborn spark in his small, defiant eyes. “He demanded to come!” Anabelle said finally, her voice trem

Fernando’s POV The hospital corridor smelled of antiseptic and tension, a mix that never left me even after years in this life. I had stepped outside Michael’s room to organize the new men Marlo had brought in, making sure they were stationed strategically. One wrong move from any of the other Dons, and this place could turn into a battlefield.I counted them in my head, running through names, faces, and who could be trusted with their life, and, more importantly, with Michael’s. I wasn’t a stranger to danger, but this gnawed at me.“Fernando,” Marlo said, his voice low as he joined me in the hall. “Everything’s set.”I nodded, grateful for the reassurance but still carrying the weight of guilt I had been trying to ignore since that night on the yacht. If Damian’s drama hadn’t happened would Michael even be here right now? Would Henry have been mourning instead of sleeping peacefully?I turned back to the room and looked inside. Michael, Ashley, and Henry were all asleep, their b

Fernando’s POVThe gunshot split the air like a thunderclap as Instinct takes over me before I could form a thought.I threw myself over Michael, my weight pressing him into the bed, just as the bullet tore through the air where his head had been earlier. The sound of shattering glass and splintering wood filled the room. My heart hammered so violently that for a moment, I couldn’t tell if it was mine or his.“Down!” I roared.Ashley and Emilio didn't hesitate. They both fired back at him until he shook violently. The man collapsed hard against the doorframe, his blood pouring on the wall as his gun slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor.Silence settled in. Michael winced in pain beneath me, his breath hitching. “Fernando…”I lifted myself just enough to look at him. His eyes were wide and glassy from pain. My hand brushed against his side, and he groaned. I pulled my hand back and cursed under my breath when I see blood blooming through the bandage.“Damn it,” I mutte

Fernando’s POVThe hallway still echoed with dying groans.Blood pooled beneath my boots, and the smell of gunpowder clung to the air like a curse. The last of the gunmen collapsed at my feet, Marlo’s bullet buried neatly in his forehead.I exhaled hard, my chest burning, adrenaline crashing through me in violent waves.I didn’t want to admit it, not out loud, not to anyone, but the moment the door burst open and that man aimed his gun at Michael, something in me snapped. Instinct overtook reason, rage replaced fear, and the only thought that existed in my mind was keep him alive.Even now, the image replayed in my head of Michael’s bandaged body in the bed, his eyes still foggy from pain and medication, too fragile, too exposed.He should never be that vulnerable.Marlo kicked one of the bodies with his boot. “Clear.”I nodded, taking in the scene but refusing to let myself think too deeply about it. If I did, the fear I pushed down might surface.I turned to the surviving guards,