Todos los capítulos de Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Capítulo 651 - Capítulo 660

Michael’s POV I shouldn’t have called Ramon.The thought had crossed my mind at least ten times during the drive to the restaurant, but I had already made the reservation, already texted him the address, already committed myself to this strange idea that maybe spending a few hours pretending my life wasn’t falling apart would help.It hadn’t.The moment I sat down at the table, the weight of the day crashed over me again.I stared at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me and rotated it slowly between my fingers.The restaurant was one of those quiet upscale places downtown where the lighting was soft, the tables were spaced far apart, and every plate looked like it belonged in an art gallery instead of on a dining table.Normally I liked it but tonight it felt suffocating.“Michael?”I looked up.Ramon had just arrived at the table.He was dressed in a rather cute way, different from work. His dark hair was still perfectly styled, though he looked a little rushed, like he had

Michael's POVI shouldn’t have followed him.That thought crossed my mind the moment I pushed open the restroom door but by then it was already too late.Theo Park stood by the sink, drying his hands with one of the crisp white paper towels. The light above the mirror reflected off the polished marble counter, casting a soft glow across the room.He looked up the second I walked in, his eyes met mine first then that calm, irritating expression spread across his face again.The same one he had worn when I punched him earlier. The same one he had worn while Henry stood beside him instead of me.“Well, this is becoming a habit” Theo said casually, tossing the paper towel into the trash. I shut the door behind me. The quiet click of the lock echoed louder than it should have.“You’re following me now?” he continued mildly.“I’m not following you.”“No?”His eyebrow lifted slightly.“Because it looks very much like you walked into a restroom just to glare at me” he said.I took a few step

Theo's POVI took a moment before leaving the restroom, not because I needed to but because I wanted to.The mirror above the sink reflected a man who looked perfectly composed, which was exactly how I wanted to appear when I walked back to the table, even though my mind was still replaying the last few minutes.The furious look on Michael’s face, the way his breath had hitched when I kissed him, the shock in his eyes.I exhaled slowly and adjusted my jacket.Infuriating man.A faint smile touched my lips before I pushed the restroom door open and walked back into the restaurant.The warm lighting and soft music greeted me again as I crossed the dining room.Vanessa was exactly where I left her. Sitting elegantly at the table, swirling the wine in her glass. The moment she noticed me approaching, her expression brightened.“There you are.”I slid back into my seat.“My apologies.”“That was quite a long call.”I leaned slightly forward.“My daughter likes to call me before going to be

Michael's POVFor a moment, the entire room felt like it had gone silent.Henry stood a few feet away from me in the hallway, his arms crossed tightly over his chest like a shield. His shoulders were tense, his chin slightly raised in that stubborn way he had inherited from Fernando.Behind him, Kim lingered quietly near the hallway entrance, watching the scene unfold with concern.Theo stood near me, leaning casually against the armrest of his couch like he had front-row seats to a show he wasn’t supposed to be watching.The dish in my hands was suddenly heavier than before as I took another step forward.“Henry, I came here to apologize.”“You should’ve thought about that before” he replied very coldly. “I know.”“And now you show up here like nothing happened?”“I brought your favorite dinner.”Henry looked down at the dish in my hands. For a split second, something flickered in his expression then the walls came back up.“I don’t care" he said and it hurt, badly.“Henry…”“Just g

Theo’s POVHenry hadn’t meant to betray his father, the boy adored him too much for that, but kids had a funny way of revealing information without realizing it, especially when they felt safe and they were angry.I leaned back in my chair that morning, replaying pieces of the conversations Henry and I had shared during his short stay at my house.I had let him vent and eventually, the conversation changed. Henry started talking about his father more personally, like his routines, his job, his habits and other little things.I remembered sitting there in my living room, watching the boy carefully.“And what does he think about me?” I had asked. Henry had shrugged.“He thinks you’re suspicious" he had replied. I had laughed.“Well, he’s not wrong.”But inside, something had shifted because Michael had been investigating something, that much was clear, and the moment someone breaks into your house to start digging for information, you start wondering what exactly they’re digging for.