Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Michael’s POVI hated that Fernando was here.I sighed, gripping the torn half of my shopping list as I walked further into the aisles, away from him. I needed space. Distance. Anything to remind myself that, for at least a little while, I wasn’t under his suffocating gaze.Because right now, I was doing something ridiculous.I was making a ruthless mafia boss—someone whose favorite time involved killing people who annoyed him—go grocery shopping.I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.If his men found out, they’d probably never let him live this down.I imagined it now: Fernando, dressed in his perfectly tailored suit, standing in an aisle filled with cereal boxes and snack foods, looking like he belonged in a luxury penthouse instead of a grocery store.If he really stopped to think about what he was doing, would he get offended? Would he be angry enough to kill me for this?Wouldn’t be the first time he got murderous over something stupid.I shook my head. I don’t car

Michael’s POVFernando stood a few feet ahead of me, rolling his sleeves up with calculated ease. His expression was unreadable, but I knew him well enough to recognize the spark of excitement in his eyes. He wasn’t just angry—he was looking forward to this.The man who had pinned me against the shelf earlier now stood opposite him, cracking his knuckles with a cocky grin. He had broad shoulders, thick arms, and a chest that was visible against his tight black T-shirt. He looked every bit the professional wrestler he claimed to be. His confidence was that of arrogance, and he was eager to put Fernando in his place.I didn’t want to be here.I shouldn’t be here.This whole situation was ridiculous, and yet, somehow, I was trapped in it.Fernando’s bodyguard stood beside me, his arms crossed. He looked ready to step in, but before he could say a word, Fernando turned to him and spoke with absolute authority.“Do not interfere.” His voice was calm but stern.The bodyguard frowned.

Fernando’s POVMichael’s body was still pinned beneath mine, his breath uneven, his chest rising and falling repeatedly mostly because of the absenceof space between us. My hands pressed against the wall on either side of him, caging him in and not giving him a chance to escape. His words repeated constantly in my head, making it impossible for me to do any other thing than to just stare into his eyes.Normally, I would ne very happy knowing I was bringing fear to people around me but there was something almost painful hearing it from Micheal. The scent of his sweat still lingered on his skin from when i had pushed him during my fight, but beneath that, I could smell something more intoxicating.It made me want to hold him in my arms and take in his smell into mine until they became one.He was trembling, though whether it was only from fear or something else, I wasn’t entirely sure. But I intended to find out.I smirked, leaning in until my lips nearly brushed against his ear. “I

Fernando’s POVI watched as Michael stepped back inside, shutting the door behind him. His expression was unreadable, as it often was, but I could tell something lingered beneath his carefully composed attitude. I was still seated on the couch, the ice pack resting against my bruised cheek. The cool sensation did little to soothe my irritation. The whole encounter with Ashley ate at the back of my mind. There had been something off about the way she looked at me, something unnatural in the way her eyes had widened, her body tensing as if she had seen a ghost.Michael walked past me, heading toward the small table where he had left his jacket. His shoulders were stiff, and I didn’t miss the way his fingers briefly clenched at his sides before he forced himself to relax.I tilted my head, watching him closely.“She didn’t come in,” I said, my voice obvious with casual curiosity. “Why?”Michael barely glanced at me as he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket. “She had somewhere e

Fernando’s POVThe air inside the car was thick with tension, my fingers twitching against my thigh as I stared out the window. The city lights blurred past us, but my mind was stuck on one thing—Rodger’s voice over the phone.He had never sounded that agitated before.Rodger was a lot of things—reckless, ruthless, impatient—but he was never panicked. For him to sound that shaken, something had gone very, very wrong.I clenched my fists, jaw tightening as I replayed his words in my head."We were attacked. You need to get here now."I exhaled sharply through my nose, my patience wearing thin.I wanted answers. Now.I turned my head toward my driver, my bodyguard sitting stiffly in the front seat. “Faster,” I snapped, the irritation in my voice sharp as a blade.The driver hesitated, barely pressing down harder on the gas.Not enough.“I said—FASTER.”The car sped up as the driver obeyed, and I barely noticed Michael shifting beside me. I was too focused on the pounding in my head,