Todos os capítulos de Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Capítulo 601 - Capítulo 610

By the time the gas station came into view, the world had narrowed to three things and i could only recognise the wet heat soaking through my trousers, the dull roar in my ears, and the way Ashley kept glancing at me like she was afraid I would disappear if she looked away for too long.The big, bright gas station sign flickered, its buzzing light slicing through the dark.“Nick should be here soon. We’ll grab supplies and wait” Ashley said, forcing steadiness into her voice.I nodded, though even that small motion sent pain rippling through my side. Every breath felt like i was being stabbed and blood had soaked through the cloth she had wrapped earlier, staining the seat a deep, ugly red.Henry shifted beside me in the backseat. He had been quiet for too long.“Michael?” His voice was small and careful, like he was afraid of breaking something fragile.I turned my head slowly toward him. I don’t know if it was just me but his eyes looked like they were too big for his face, which wa

Michael’s POVI woke up to the sound of breathing that wasn’t mine and for a terrifying second, I didn’t know where I was.My eyes snapped open, my heart slamming hard enough to hurt, and the ceiling above me looked unfamiliar. I stared at it, confused then the pain returned.It crept back into me like something patient that had simply been waiting for me to wake up so it could resume its work. A tight, burning pain flared through my side, wrapped around my ribs, and settled into my bones like a permanent resident.I sucked in a sharp breath and instantly regretted it as fire moved through my chest.My body felt like it had been stitched back together by someone who wasn’t entirely sure where things belonged.“Easy” Nick said and my mind registered his voice.It sounded too calm for the chaos still raging inside my head.I turned my head slowly and saw him sitting in a chair pulled close to the bed, elbows on his knees, his eyes locked on me like he had been waiting for this exact m

Michael’s POVHenry’s fear filled the room long before any of us spoke. He wasn’t crying loudly, he wasn’t screaming but he was doing something he shouldn’t.He was trying to be brave.Sitting on the edge of the bed with his small hands fixed into the bedsheet, his eyes wide and glassy, breathing too fast but trying to hide it like he didn’t want to make things harder for us.That broke me more than the bullet ever could.Ashley knelt in front of him, brushing his hair back gently. “Hey… look at me, baby. Look at me” she said, her voice carrying the same concern I couldn't help but have.Henry looked at Ashley even as his eyes became glassy. Her voice was soft, but I could hear the fear buried inside it.“Nothing is going to happen to you. Do you hear me? Nothing” she reassured him.He nodded, but he didn’t believe her because outside, engines had gone quiet, doors had shut and shoes were heard now moving across the ground.They were here and they didn't come to play.Nick stood by t

Michael’s POV Marlo’s gun was still pointed at my chest. I could see straight into the hollow black of it, and for a strange, detached second, I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have everything end right in this moment.Ashley’s voice was somewhere behind me muffled by the motel door.“Don’t you dare! Marlo, don’t you dare shoot him!”Her voice cracked on my name and that did something to me.Anabelle stood beside Marlo like a shadow made of venom, her eyes burning into me with a hatred so raw it felt almost physical.“Shoot him, he deserves it. He killed Don Fernando” she said calmly. Marlo’s jaw was tight. His finger rested against the trigger, but he wasn’t pulling it.I stood there with my hands slightly raised, my injured leg trembling under my weight. The stitches inside it screamed with every second I stayed upright.“If you’re going to do it, then do it” I said quietly.Anabelle scoffed. “Look at him acting brave now.”“I’m not acting, I'm tired” I replied.

Marlo’s POVI had never sat in Fernando’s chair before, not once, not even as a joke, not even when he wasn’t in the room.That's how much I respected him.That chair had always felt sacred, like it carried a presence even when it was empty. It felt like Fernando’s spirit lived in the leather and wood but now I was in it and it felt wrong.Fernando’s study still smelled like him and that made it hard to stay here but I neede to.The curtains were half-drawn, and the desk lamp cast a dull yellow light that didn’t quite reach the corners of the room. The shadows stayed there, thick and stubborn, like memories that refused to leave.I leaned back slowly and exhaled.Everything hurt , not physically but inside of me.Michael’s face kept flashing in my head. The way he had stood in that motel parking lot. The way he had looked at me, not with hatred, not with fear but with defiance, guilt and something I didn’t want to admit looked a lot like grief.I slammed my fist lightly against the ar