Semua Bab Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Bab 571 - Bab 580

Michael's POVThe weight of the gun felt wrong in my hand.I stared at it for half a second, at the cold metal pressed against my palm, at the way my finger rested against the trigger and something in me recoiled. A voice in my head screamed that this wasn’t me, that this wasn’t who I was supposed to be but then I looked at Fernando and that voice drowned.He stood there, stunned, breathing shallowly, his dark eyes fixed on the weapon pointed at his chest. The man who had wrapped his arms around me only hours ago, the man who had sworn vows to me, the man who had promised to bring Santiago to me and failed.I tightened my grip and even I was shocked at myself but I didn’t lower the gun.“Move,” I said again, my voice hoarse. “I’m not joking.”Fernando swallowed. I saw his throat move, saw the way his jaw clenched as he struggled to hold himself still. His hands were open at his sides, deliberately relaxed, as if he were trying not to provoke me.“Michael,” he said softly, dangerousl

Michael's POVThe entire scenario felt too familiar.The lock, the silence, the way the walls seemed to press closer the longer I stayed inside.I stood in the middle of the bedroom Fernando had locked me in, my chest rising and falling too fast, my hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. The room was elegant with soft lighting, expensive furniture, the faint lingering scent of cologne and flowers from a wedding that never truly finished but none of that mattered right now.I was locked in, again, and I hated it even more this time.Fernando had done this before but it was a different house, different circumstances but the same stupid excuse."This is for your own good."A bitter laugh escaped my throat.“I’m not doing this,” I muttered to myself. “Not again.”I paced from one end of the room to the other, my footsteps sharp against the floor. Every second I stayed here felt like surrender, like I was letting Santiago win by sitting quietly while he breathed,

Michael’s POVI stared up at Fernando from the floor, my chest rising and falling too fast.He stood over me like a storm that had decided, at the very last second, not to break and that was the worst part.If he had shouted, if he had hit me again, if he had lost control completely, I would have understood it. But this? This restraint wrapped in fury? This silence sharpened by emotion terrified me far more.Fernando’s shoulders were tense, his whole body locked in a battle he was fighting entirely within himself. His jaw was clenched so hard I could hear his teeth grind when he exhaled. One hand was curled into a fist at his side, knuckles white, veins standing out like cords beneath his skin.In his other hand was his unraised belt that just hung there, loose and heavy, swaying slightly with his breathing.My pulse thundered in my ears, loud enough that I wondered if he could hear it too. My body was still buzzing from adrenaline, from fear, from anger, from the sharp sting on my

Michael's POV I woke up before the light changed. That’s how I knew Fernando was still asleep.The room was quiet in that thick, heavy way that only came after a night where everything has been taken out of you, wrung dry and left scattered like clothes on the floor. Fernando’s arm sat heavy across my waist, possessive even in sleep.I lay still, staring at the ceiling, counting his breaths and it suggested he was exhausted. Good.That part mattered more than anything else right now. If he wakes too early, the plan dies before it even finishes being born.And yes, this was a plan.I don’t pretend otherwise, not even to myself.Arguing with Fernando is like punching a wall and expecting it to crack before your bones do. Words don’t reach him when he’s decided something. Logic slides right off and anger just feeds on him. I learned that the hard way.But desire is the one language he doesn’t defend against.I shifted carefully, inch by inch, testing the weight of his arm and the an

Michael’s POVHenry was still crying, not loud, not dramatic, just those broken, helpless sobs that come from a place too small to hold fear this big. His body was pressed against mine like he thought he could physically shield me, his thin arms wrapped around my shoulders, his face buried into my chest.“Please,” he whimpered. “Please don’t hurt him. Please don’t take him away.”Every sound he made felt like a blade sliding under my ribs.I shifted as much as the restraints allowed and wrapped my arms around him carefully, pulling him closer, bowing my head so my chin rested against his hair.“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Hey… hey, little man. I’m right here.”His hands fisted into my shirt. “You’re bleeding.”“I’m fine,” I said quickly. “See? I’m fine.”I pulled back just enough so he could see my face. My lip stung, my knees ached from the marble floor, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that Henry's eyes were full of terror.I brushed my thumb under his eye, wiping away t