Todos os capítulos de Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Capítulo 611 - Capítulo 620

Michael’s POVI woke up feeling like my body did not belong to me. Every breath felt borrowed and every movement felt like punishment.My eyes opened slowly, painfully, and the first thing I saw was the ceiling of Fernando’s guest room. I knew it immediately from the carved wood panels, the old chandelier that never hung straight and the faint smell of the air freshener.My head turned slightly, and pain ripped through my leg so violently that my vision blurred for a second and a very low groan escaped my lips before I could stop it.That was when I noticed Marlo with his dark eyes fixed on me.He was standing at the foot of the bed, arms folded across his chest, staring at me with an expression I had never seen before.It was not rage or grief. It was something colder and heavier.“You’re awake,” he said quietly.My throat felt dry. I tried to speak, but nothing came out at first.I swallowed painfully.“Marlo.”He didn’t respond to his name. He just kept staring at me like he was st

Michael’s POVThe room was still, not the kind of still that feels safe, but the kind that presses down on your chest, makes your lungs feel heavy and your ribs tight.I lay on the bed, sweat plastering my shirt to my body, my muscles trembling, every breath shallow and painful. My leg throbbed viciously from the injury Marlo had pressed and Emilio and Mortis had tried to patch up. My ribs burned, my arms shook, my body refused to obey, but my mind refused to surrender.Marlo’s presence lingered even after he had stepped back, as if the air itself carried his weight. Shadows stretched across the floor, sharp, and suffocating, following him even in his absence. I knew he didn’t need to stand over me for me to feel trapped. He had cornered my mind as well as my body.The room was a filled with a lot of tension. Anabelle’s eyes were fixed on me, sharp and cruel, moving like blades across my face. Emilio and Mortis stood tensely near the door, their hands clenched at their sides, their

Michael’s POV The sudden surprising rescue had turned into into a standoff in a matter of minutes and now guns were pointed at Ashley and I like we were truly enemies.“Put the guns down. You don’t want to do this” Ashley said, her voice low filled with urgency. Emilio’s hands were steady on the weapon, but his eyes weren’t. They flickered between Ashley and me, then briefly to Mortis beside him.This entire situation was hard on his just like it was with us.“We’re following orders. You shouldn’t have come here” Emilio replied. His tone was firm, but not cruel.I could barely stand. My leg felt like it was being torn apart from the inside. My ribs screamed with every breath and my arms shook from the effort of staying upright. Ashley’s arm around me was the only reason I hadn’t collapsed already but something stronger than pain kept me conscious.The thought that Henry was out there, alive and waiting was enough to strengthen my resolve and make me promise myself that I won't die

Michael’s POVThe night air hit me like a slap the moment Ashley and I dropped from the window into the darkness behind the mansion.My injured leg buckled instantly and honestly If she hadn’t been holding me, I would have gone face-first into the grass.Pain didn’t come in waves anymore, t was constant now like a deep, burning, splitting agony that lived in my bones. Every breath scraped against my ribs. My arms trembled uncontrollably from blood loss and exhaustion. My head felt light, like I was walking underwater but my mind was sharp because Henry was out there waiting and I refused to die in this house.Ashley adjusted my arm around her shoulders. "We move slow and quiet with no sudden steps” she whispered.Behind us, lights were flicking on inside the mansion, voices echoed faintly through open windows with orders, footsteps and chaos beginning to spread.They had all heard the gunshots, Marlo was aware and that meant the hunt had started.I swallowed hard despite my throat b

Michael’s POVDarkness pressed against my eyelids and for a second, I thought I was dead then pain returned.I tried to breathe but my lungs protested and memory crashed back.“Henry.”His name tore out of me before I was fully conscious then I forced my eyes open.Everything was sideways, or rather, we were sideways. The car had flipped onto its side, the windshield was gone, the roof crushed inward and the air smelled like gasoline and fire.“Ashley?” My voice was hoarse.“I’m here” she replied, almost immediately. Relief hit so hard it almost knocked me out again.“Henry?” I said again.“I’m here too,” came a small, trembling voice.I turned my head, every movement felt like gravel grinding in my joints.Henry was wedged between the seats, still partially shielded by Ashley. There was blood on his forehead, not much like a scrape, but his eyes were open.Nick groaned from the driver’s side. “That… was not ideal” he said.Even in a wreck, he couldn’t resist and I almost laughed bu