All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 531 - Chapter 540

Fernando’s POV Marlo kept his hands tight on the steering wheel as we drove through the outskirts of the city, the night stretching out before us.As i sat quietly in the passenger's seat and replayed the events of tonight in my head, I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault.“Boss” Marlo’s voice cut through the pounding in my head. “You good?”I stared out the window, my jaw tight. “Just drive.”He nodded, knowing better than to push it.The deeper we went, the fewer buildings we passed. Finally, Marlo slowed the car and exhaled, leaning forward slightly.“Holy shit.” He whistled.I looked up.Yeah, Holy shit was right.The safe house wasn’t a house. It wasn’t even a large apartment.It was a damn fortress.“This is the safe house?” Marlo muttered. “Emilio has been holding out on us.”“Apparently,” I said quietly, though my mind was racing too fast.Marlo opened the gate then continued the drive inside the compound.We stepped out of the car, and before I could knock on the fr

Michael’s POV A groan formed somewhere in my chest, but it didn’t make it out. Instead, I drifted between dark and dim, listening helplessly as the two people who cared about me most in the world decided that the safest thing to do was verbally tear each other apart. Fantastic. Listening to them both defending me, blaming each other for me, fighting over me was not fun at all. I hated it. I hated being the reason people worried and I hated how helpless I felt, stuck inside this useless body. My eyelids fluttered then slowly, painfully, they opened. The first thing I saw was a blurry ceiling then the second thing I saw was Ashley leaning over me, her face filled with worry. The third thing I saw was Fernando standing stiffly at the edge of the bed, his shoulders tense, eyes sharp butsofter than usual. I blinked again, my vision stabilizing. Ashley let out a shaky laugh. “Oh thank God…” Fernando exhaled hard, like he had been holding his breath the entire time, and knowing

Michael’s POV I blinked slowly, light filtering through the curtains. The air smelled like disinfectant mixed with something floral, I think. My body ached, but the sharp, gut‑wrenching agony from the hospital wasn't there anymore.Healing, finally, at least physically.Emotionally? Mentally? Yeah… that part was a whole different mess.“Michael, you need to sit down—”“No, no, he doesn’t! He needs rest, not interrogation!”Their voices hit me before my eyes fully opened. It was Ashley and… a maid? No, two maids, maybe three.“Guys…” I began, my voice embarrassingly weak.“Michael!” Ashley moved to my bedside, her dark hair flying, worry all over her face. “You’re awake! Oh my God, you’re awake again. Properly, I mean. How do you feel? Does your chest hurt? Are you breathing okay? Blink twice if you’re alive.”I blink.“Twice!” she squealed and threw her arms around me.Pain moved through my body. “Ash, I'm not completely healed, you know.”“Oh sorry!” She pulled back quickly, wiping

Michael's POVAshley sat beside me on the edge of the bed, her knees pulled up slightly, her fingers fidgeting with the corner of the blanket as she talked.There’s a determined sign between her brows, the same one she gets every time she’s plotting something reckless and very risky.“So,” she said, her voice low, her eyes darting toward the door as if the walls have ears. “If you were to run with Henry where would you even go?”I let out a painful breath and laid back against the pillows. My ribs still ached, but I was finally breathing without feeling like knives are in my lungs. “Somewhere far where Fernando doesn’t have influence. Maybe another country or a different continent.”Ashley narrowed her eyes. “Like where?”“I don’t know… maybe New Zealand? Iceland? Somewhere nobody named Fernando Ramirez would ever willingly go.” I winced as I shifted. “And somewhere Henry can be safe.”Ashley scoffed. “You’re forgetting that Fernando is rich-rich, not normal rich, mafia rich. There

Ashley’s POV I still couldn’t believe my ears.For a moment I could only stare at Nick, frozen in the doorway of my bedroom, as if the entire conversation had sucked the air around us. His voice still echoed in my skull, sharp and ugly, replaying like a curse.My heart thundered against my ribs, but everything else felt numb, like someone had poured ice water into my veins.“You’re kidding,” I whispered, but it sounded small and stupid. “Nick… you don’t mean what you're saying.”He didn’t even look at me. He stated shoving his clothes into his duffel bag, every movement obvious with irritation. “Ashley, I don’t have time to sugarcoat things for you right now.”A laugh escaped me, sharp, humorless and painful. “Sugarcoat? You just called me codependent. You called me a problem, someone who makes your job harder, because I care about Michael. Are you hearing yourself?”Nick finally stopped packing. He turned, jaw tight, eyes flashing in a way I had never seen aimed at me before. “Y