Semua Bab Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Bab 621 - Bab 630

Michael’s POVThe forest didn’t feel like a forest anymore. It felt like a maze built to swallow us whole and stretch so far we wouldn’t be able to get to our destination.Branches clawed at my arms as we pushed through the trees. Every step I took sent a violent pulse of pain through my leg, hot and sharp and blinding. My thigh felt like it was splitting open again, and I knew the bleeding hadn’t stopped. I could feel the warmth soaking into my sock but I didn’t stop.I couldn’t.Behind us, in the distance, the gunfire still echoed with sharp cracks cutting through the night air. Marlo’s men and Rafael’s men were still tearing each other apart and when that stopped, they would come for us.We had to put a lot of distance between us to make sure we were on the safe side.Henry stumbled beside me, his small hand locked tightly in mine. Ashley held his other hand, keeping him steady as we ran. Nick was a few steps ahead, scanning the darkness, listening for movement.“Michael, we need t

Michael’s POVEvery step toward the open road felt like we were walking toward either salvation or execution.Nick moved slightly ahead of us, clearing the way, his movements sharp and controlled despite the exhaustion. Ashley walked beside Henry, her hand wrapped tightly around his, guiding him over roots and fallen branches. I stayed slightly behind them now, not because I wanted to but because my leg wouldn’t allow anything else.We broke through the last wall of trees and stumbled onto the highway. The sudden openness felt surreal after the suffocating density of the woods. The road looked wide and empty with no headlights of passing cars, just the long stretch of tar disappearing in both directions.Nick scanned left then right.“Nothing,” he muttered.Ashley’s voice was tight. “It’s the middle of nowhere.”Henry looked up at me. “We made it” he said and I forced a faint smile. “Yeah, we did” I replied but reaching the road was only half the battle.I turned and looked back

Michael’s POVI could barely keep my eyes open. My leg throbbed in a way that made every bump of the car feel like a hammer striking my bone. I pressed a hand against it instinctively, the blood still warm, sticky on my fingers. Henry clung to me tightly from the backseat, murmuring something incoherent, probably half asleep, half terrified. Ashley’s hand was steady on his other side, squeezing his fingers with the kind of reassurance she didn’t need to speak out loud to convey.I tried to focus on Luca’s driving, but everything was a blur of trees, darkness, and the subtle glow of streetlights as we emerged from the woods.The quietness of the suburban streets struck me almost violently. For the first time in hours, I noticed how peaceful it was with crickets chirping faintly, the occasional distant hum of a car engine, streetlights glowing in soft hues. It felt surreal, as though we had crossed into a different world entirely.“I didn’t think Fernando had… anything like this,” I

Michael’s POVThe phone kept ringing and my pulse thudded painfully in my ears.Nick leaned toward me immediately. “Don’t answer it” he said.My stomach twisted as Nick reached for the phone but I pulled it back instinctively. “Give it to me. You can’t keep that thing. It’s a tracking device now” he said.I stared at the name glowing on the screen and my hand trembled slightly.“I’m not destroying it,” I said quietly.Nick stared at me like I had lost my mind. “Are you serious right now?”“It’s just a phone,” Ashley said.I clenched my jaw because it wasn’t just a phone. It had Henry’s pictures and voice recordings from nights when he couldn’t sleep.It had pictures of Fernando i couldn't let go.“I’m not destroying it,” I repeated.Henry looked up finally. “Why are you all afraid?”Ashley forced a smile. “Nothing, sweetheart. Just grown-up stuff.”Henry shrugged and went back to eating.Before I could respond, the front door opened and we all flinched.Nick was on his feet insta

Michael’s POVI stood in the kitchen that morning, coffee in hand, staring out the window at the quiet street. Nick was already awake, leaning against the counter with a newspaper. He still insisted on physical newspapers even though everything was online now.“You’re staring again,” he muttered without looking up.“I’m thinking.”“That’s worse.”I smirked faintly.Angry footsteps echoed from upstairs and Nick sighed. “Here we go.”Henry was thirteen years old now. He had grown taller with broader shoulders, his voice deeper and recently he had become very difficult.Ashley walked into the kitchen, tying her hair back, still half-asleep. “Is he up?”“Oh, he’s up,” Nick said dryly.Henry came down the stairs wearing his leather jacket half-zipped, his backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder.He didn’t look at me, he just walked straight to the fridge.“Morning,” Ashley said gently.“Morning,” he replied.Nick nodded at him. “You’re up early.”“Yeah" he replied then silence.He