All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 641 - Chapter 650

Michael’s POVFor a full thirty seconds after Theo told me he had cameras, I couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of my own heartbeat but I refused to let him see that.Shock is weakness and Theo thrived on that so I straightened, lifted my chin and lied.“I wasn’t in your house.”Theo’s expression didn’t change. If anything, it softened like he was observing something mildly disappointing.“You’re not very good at this,” he said calmly.“At what?”“Deception.”He pulled his phone out again and unlocked it with deliberate slowness, like he had all the time in the world then he stepped closerToo close.He angled the screen toward me again with a clear footage of multiple angles in different rooms.There I was, moving through his hallway, pausing outside his office and sneaking toward the back door.My stomach twisted. He had more cameras than I thought.“I don’t know who that is,” I said evenly.Theo blinked then he looked at me again.“You don’t know who that is?”“No.”He turn

Michael’s POVThe knocking continued relentlessly.Theo and I stood frozen by the door, the air between us thick with tension.“Hello!” Cynthia’s voice called through the door again.Theo and I didn’t moved. We simply stared at each other.His hand was still braced against the door near my shoulder. His body still close enough that I could feel the faint heat radiating from him.The silence between knocks stretched long enough for me to notice details I had been trying not to notice.His breathing had steadied, the irritation from earlier had softened into something guarded.A bit of dark hair had fallen slightly over his forehead, still faintly damp from his shower. His jaw was cleanly cut, sharp enough to look dangerous even at rest. A small crease formed between his brows when he concentrated, like it did now.His lips were slightly parted, fuller than I had registered before.I hated that I noticed that.My pulse beat steadily in my throat.Outside, another knock came then it beca

Michael’s POVAs laid in bed later that evening, Henry’s words replayed in my head on a vicious loop.I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, the faint streetlight from outside cutting through the curtains and casting pale light across the room.Ashley hadn’t believed me when I lued i was fine when she'd came to check up on me, but she had let it go.Nick had been quieter. He always knew when I needed silence instead of comfort.Now the house was still. Henry’s music had stopped an hour ago and his door hadn’t opened again.I turned onto my side and reached for the drawer of my bedside table.My fingers wrapped around the cool wooden frame before I even fully decided.I pulled it out and a picture of Fernando stared back at me.The photo was old, taken before everything collapsed. He looked happier there, less haunted.His dark eyes were intense even in stillness, his jaw strong with that arrogant half-smirk he always wore like armor.I sat up slowly, resting my back against th

Michael’s POVThe gun was still pressed firmly against the back of my helmet. The man holding it watched me with narrowed eyes, like a predator that had finally cornered its prey."How do you know that name?" I asked him but he ignored me.“Take the helmet off” he said calmly, My hands were now raised slightly in surrender, but my mind was racing.If he saw my face, everything would collapse. All the lies I had carefully built to keep our lives normal would explode.I forced myself to breathe slowly.“You still haven’t answered my question,” I said and the man frowned.“What question?”“How you know that name.”He tilted his head slightly.“Ramirez?”“Yes.”He stared at me for a moment, then chuckled quietly.“Interesting,” he muttered.“Why?”“Because most people would deny knowing it.”“I’m curious,” I replied carefully and his grin returned.“You should be afraid instead.”My jaw tightened inside the helmet.“Answer the question.”The man studied me like I was a puzzle piece that

Michael’s POV I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen in front of me while rubbing the bridge of my nose. I had been digging for hours now, trying to connect two things that refused to meet and that was Theo and the Ramirez family.It shouldn't have been this hard.If Theo had any connection to them, there should have been something like an old report, a financial tie, a partnership, a whisper of collaboration between organizations, but every search I ran came back clean.I tapped my pen against the desk."Come on, nobody's this invisible" I muttered under my breath. I opened another file, one that had nothing to do with Theo directly but everything to do with the other name that had been haunting my mind since that night at the warehouse.My stomach tightened as the latest intelligence report on the Ramirez family appeared.I still couldn’t believe it had been seven long years since I had run.My fingers hovered over the trackpad before I scrolled. The report was extensiv