All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

Fernando's POV The phone vibrated again in Marlo’s hand but I didn’t need to look to know the screen still said the same thing it had said the last six times."No answer."My jaw tightened until it hurt.“Call him again,” I said.Marlo hesitated, just for a second. Anyone else might not have noticed it but I did. “Boss, i’ve called him eight times and texted him twice” he said carefully.“Then do it again.”Marlo nodded and lifted the phone back to his ear, stepping a few feet away as if distance might soften the impact when Michael still didn’t pick up.I turned my back on him and stared at the old industrial building in front of us.Everything had gone exactly according to plan, except for one thing. Santiago wasn’t here and Michael wasn’t answering his damn phone.“Still nothing,” Marlo said quietly.That was it. Something cold and vicious snapped inside my chest.I spun around so fast Marlo stiffened instinctively. “How long?” I demanded.Marlo blinked. “How long what?”“How l

Anabelle’s POV The safe house had been too quiet since Michael and Ashley slipped out but it was not the calm, controlled quiet Fernando preferred.I noticed it the moment the door shut behind them.Nick had been standing near the stairwell, his arms crossed, his posture casual enough to pass as unconcerned. He didn’t look at me, he didn’t need to because the lie was already hanging between us like smoke."Michael and Ashley don’t just disappear, especially not together" I thought.I said nothing at first and simply watched.Nick pretended to scroll through his phone, his jaw tight. His foot tapped once, then went still when he noticed me looking at him."Interesting."I folded my arms and leaned against the hallway wall. “You’re bad at pretending you don’t know things.”Nick sighed quietly. “Anabelle—”“Don’t,” I cut in softly. “If you’re going to lie to me, at least respect me enough to do it well.”He finally looked at me then, his dark eyes sharp and conflicted. He was loyal t

Fernando's POVThe night felt wrong. I knew it the moment we killed the engines and let silence swallow us whole.The engines clicked as they went cool, the faint smell of hot metal and oil lingering in the air. My ears registered the sound of gravel crunching softly under our shoes as my men melted into the darkness exactly the way they had beeb trained to do. Every movement was precise and every breath measured.This mansion, which was mostly likely Santiago’s real location, stared at us like we were nothing more than a nuisance. Lights glowed warmly behind tall windows, and despite its beauty, it was a place designed to make its owner feel untouchable.I lifted my fist, and the entire group froze.Marlo was closest to me, his eyes sharp and alert. Mortis lingered slightly behind, his massive frame blending into the shadows. Emilio retained his position by the right, already scanning rooftops and tree lines for enemies.These were good, loyal men who I was about to lead into hell.

Michael’s POVI was completely numb, that was the only word that fit. It was not rage, or grief or even fear.It was like someone had reached into my chest and taken everything out, leaving behind a hollow space that echoed every time I breathed.Fernando was here, right in front of me and somehow, that should have made things clearer, instead, it made everything worse.Because if all I felt for him was hate, this choice wouldn’t be tearing me apart from the inside out. I would have lifted the gun, pulled the trigger, and told myself he deserved it. I would have convinced myself that killing him was justice but that wasn’t what I felt.I looked at him standing there, restrained by Santiago’s men, his jaw tight, his eyes sharp despite the situation and I felt something dangerous.Henry’s face kept flashing in my mind like a cruel reminder.My fingers tightened around the gun and I couldn’t breathe properly.Santiago’s study felt too small now. The walls seemed to lean in, the air thic

Michael’s POVI hit the ground hard.The impact tore a sound out of me that I didn’t recognize as my own. My body crashed through thick bushes at the base of the mansion wall, branches snapping beneath my weight. Leaves and thorns tore at my clothes, across my skin, and then came the glass down my arms and shoulders, fixing itself like tiny knives that burned with every movement.The air was ripped from my lungs in a brutal rush and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe or think.My chest locked up, refusing to expand, panic clawing its way up my throat as I lay there stunned, staring up at nothing but darkness and blurred shapes. My ears rang violently, the echo of gunfire above bleeding into the night like a relentless drumbeat.I could only feel pain, shock and loss."Fernando is dead."The thought slammed into me again, heavier than the fall, heavier than the bullets tearing through the mansion above. It felt like a physical blow, like someone had driven a blade straight into my ches