All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

Ashley's POV The moment I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn’t supposed to be awake. Darkness pressed against me like a heavy cloak. My head throbbed, and panic clawed at my chest. I couldn’t see anything because my vision was stopped by the rough, suffocating bag over my head. I tried to move my hands, only to find them bound tightly behind me, my wrists raw and aching from the cords biting into my skin.“Let me go!” I screamed, my voice hoarse and panicked. “I don’t know what you want, but you have the wrong person! Let me go!”A muffled laugh came from somewhere in front of me. I jerked, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was there, but all i could see was black. “Be quiet” a deep voice ordered. The authority in it sent shivers down my spine. “You’ll talk soon enough.”I thrashed, pulling at the ropes, but the knots were expertly tied. My skin stung where the cords dug in, and I realized the futility of my struggles. I was at their mercy. I pressed my forehead against my kne

Ashley's POVI didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until the room tilted slightly around me. For a heartbeat, all I heard was a low humming in my ears, like my brain was desperately trying to get through the words Don Santiago had just said. They made no sense, they shouldn’t have made sense but he kept speaking as if he hadn’t just let off a bomb in the center of my world.“You look surprised,” he said, his voice smooth. “But truly, Ashley, you should have seen this coming.”“You” I swallowed hard, my throat refusing to reopen. “You were Fernando’s friend.”He chuckled, but not kindly. “Friend? Oh, Ashley. Fernando is nothing but a good for nothing boy with undeserved power which was handed down to him by his bastard ancestors.”My stomach twisted. “You smiled with him. You celebrated with him.”“I needed him close.” Santiago shrugged lightly. “Proximity makes influence easier and that makes destruction more elegant.”Shock was starting to shift, replaced by something hotter.

Fernando’s POV I had no idea where to start.I stood in the middle of the safehouse living room, staring at maps, scribbled notes, and the half-empty cup of whiskey in my hand as if any of them would magically reveal Ashley’s location. “Think, Fernando,” I muttered to myself.I dragged my hands down my face and let out a raw exhale then my phone buzzed.A notification flashed across the screen, demanding attention.TRACKER ALERT: DEVICE LOCATION DETECTED.My heart nearly stopped.“What the hell?” I whispered, snatching the phone off the table.For a moment, I didn’t understand what I was looking at then it clicked. This was the tiny tracking chip I hid in Ashley’s phone months ago.I had forgotten about it entirely.“Oh, Ashley,” I murmured. “You brilliant, stubborn woman. You still had the phone with you.”A map popped up with a red dot blinking steadily showing a warehouse on the outskirts of the city.I grabbed my jacket, keys, and gun, my heart pounding. Just as I reached for th

Fernando’s POV The barrel of my gun felt fixed to my hand. My arm was steady, but inside me something trembled, everything crashing together so violently that the warehouse seemed too small to hold it. My gun was aimed straight at Santiago’s forehead, and across the cracked floor, his gun was aimed right back at me.Around us, guns echoed as my men raised theirs too. Marlo was on my right, Mortis couldn't stop breathing hard behind me, Emilio’s jaw was clenched, and Nick stepped forward with a cold, lethal glare. Ashley stood behind him, half-hidden by his protective stance, her fingers curled nervously in his jacket. Santiago’s men lifted their guns in response, a whole line of weapons glinting beneath the flickering warehouse light.The old place groaned with tension. Dust drifted in the air as if even the particles were afraid to settle. “Santiago,” I said, my voice deeper than I expected, edging toward a growl. “Tell me why. Why the hell you did all this? Why go through so mu

Fernando’s POV The echo of gunfire still rang faintly in my ears as I stepped over the fallen bodies, the smell of gunpowder clinging to my clothes. My chest heaved, not from exhaustion, but from the burning, insatiable anger that surged through me. Santiago’s retreating car disappeared into the distance, and for a brief moment, silence fell like a heavy blanket over the warehouse.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, kicking a stone. “Why didn’t we kill him and end this today?”Marlo, standing a few feet away, his face filled with sweat, met my gaze. “We did what we could, boss. Santiago’s alive, yeah, but so are we. He won’t forget this either.”I turned to him, feeling the tension coil tighter in my chest. “That’s not enough, Marlo. I want him to pay for everything he has done.”Marlo swallowed, not meeting my eyes. “We were outnumbered for a moment there, but—”“I don’t care about excuses!” I snapped, my voice echoing off the empty buildings around us. “We have to be smart