All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 661 - Chapter 670

Theo's POVMichael was a problem, not the obvious kind, the kind of that made you pause then make you think and I hated that when it came to people.I sat across from him, watching the way his jaw remained tight long after I had asked about his past. The way his fingers curled slightly against the table like he was holding something back.I leaned back slightly in my chair, swirling the drink in my glass as I studied him with quiet interest.“You know, most people would have lied” I said casually, my voice smooth as if we hadn’t just stepped on a landmine.His gaze snapped to mine.“I don’t lie about things that don’t concern you.”A small smile tugged at my lips.“You're direct, I like that" I said.“You don’t need to like anything about me” he said, a bit mean.“Oh, I already do" I replied. He exhaled sharply, clearly annoyed.I tilted my head slightly, watching him more carefully now.Michael wasn’t interested in me the way most people were. He was not drawn by charm or distracted

Theo’s POVI stood a few feet away as the police swarmed the restaurant, their voices cutting through the aftermath of panic.“Sir, we’re going to need a statement.”Michael nodded calmly, like this was routine, like he hadn’t just disarmed a man with a gun using nothing but his hands.“I understand.”Understand? I almost laughed. No one understands this kind of situation unless they’ve been in it before and Michael was far too comfortable.I leaned against a nearby column, my arms crossed loosely, watching him as he spoke with one of the officers.His posture was relaxed, his voice steady.“He fired before I moved so I saw an opening and acted” he was saying. The officer nodded, writing something down.“You handled that very well" he said.Michael gave a small shrug.“I just did what I had to do" he replied with a simple, clean and completely false smile.I tilted my head slightly, studying him more closely. Michael has definitely been in situations like this more than it seems.The

Theo’s POVMichael sat there in my passenger seat like he had decided something, like he had planted his feet into the ground and refused to move no matter what I said, what I did, or how dangerous things became.I had just had a gun pointed at him, I had accused him of being a spy, I had practically threatened his life and yet, here he was, looking at me like I owed him answers.“You should let this go,” I said finally, keeping my eyes on the road.“I’m not going to" he replied.Of course he wasn’t. I let out a slow breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.“This isn’t your business.”“You made it my business the moment you pointed a gun at me.”“I already apologized.”“That doesn’t fix anything.”“It should fix enough.”“It doesn’t.”His voice was calm and firm. It made something twist in my chest.“You don’t understand what you’re asking for,” I said.“Then help me understand.”I glanced at him briefly. He wasn’t backing down, not even a little.“You’re better off

Theo’s POVI didn’t like the way Michael had looked at me when he stepped out of my car.Not the guarded part or the hesitation, it was something else, something I couldn’t quite place and that bothered me more than it should have.I drove aimlessly for a while after leaving him at his office, my hands steady on the wheel, my expression calm, but my mind was anything but quiet.Because for the first time in a long time, something didn’t add up.Michael didn’t fit the town or the life he claimed to have.And he definitely didn’t fit the way he moved, the way he reacted, the way he thought.People like Michael didn’t just exist in quiet suburban neighborhoods, raising a teenage boy and pretending like the world had always been soft.No, men like him were built in chaos or sharpened by it and I had seen it, clear as day, in the restaurant in the way he had taken down that robber like it was nothing.I exhaled slowly, pulling into my driveway. I stepped out of the car, adjusting my jacket

Theo’s POV I sat in my study, the only light in the room coming from the desk lamp casting a low amber glow across the scattered documents in front of me. The rest of the house was silent, exactly how I preferred it when I needed to think.And tonight, I needed to think.I exhaled slowly, leaning back in my chair as frustration simmered beneath my skin.I had spent seven years of searching and still nothing.Don Fernando’s husband had disappeared like he had never existed.That irritated me more than anything.My gaze dropped to the photograph clipped to one of the files.It was a picture of a man lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath him.My chest tightened painfully, like a memory cutting through the present. I reached out, my fingers brushing lightly over the image.Something heavy in my chest shifted because I remembered that day too clearly.My fingers curled slightly against the desk.“I’ll end them,” I whispered.Every last one, especially the man who pulled the trigger,