All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 711 - Chapter 720

Michael’s POVThe world narrowed to the space between us.Marlo Ramirez stood across from me, gun raised, his posture relaxed in a way that only made him more dangerous. Around us, the chaos hadn’t stopped, gunfire still cracked through the air, men shouting, metal clanging, but it all felt distant because right now, it was just him and me.I steadied my grip on my weapon, forcing my breathing into something controlled, something measured. My finger hovered near the trigger, but I didn’t pull it, not yet, not unless I had to.“Drop the weapon,” I said.My voice came out lower than usual but rougher so he won't recognise me.Years of training, instinctively kicking in. I couldn’t let him hear my real voice.Marlo didn’t move. Instead, that faint, almost amused smile touched his lips again.“You first,” he replied calmly.I shook my head slightly.“That’s not how this ends.”“And how does it end?” he tilted his head. “With you in custody.”There was silence between us then Marlo let o

Anabelle’s POVThe silence in the suite was suffocating.I stood near the floor-to-ceiling window, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as I stared down at the quiet suburban streets below. From up here, everything looked normal, almost laughably so.I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening.“I shouldn’t even be here…” I muttered under my breath.This town was beneath me, a temporary inconvenience at best and yet here I was, stuck because of a suspicion of a boy that refused to leave my mind.His face, his resemblance was too much to ignore and now Marlo had decided to stay.A knock sounded at the door.“Enter,” I said without turning.The door opened before i could finish talking then closed. I turned slightly and froze when i saw Marlo but not as he had left.His suit was no longer untouched. There were creases that hadn’t been there before, dust clung to the fabric and a faint stain marked the sleeve.His expression was different. It was not calm, not entirely but there was something m

Michael’s POVThe silence didn’t last, not with the way Theo was standing there, rigid, unyielding, his eyes burning into mine like he could peel me apart layer by layer if I gave him enough time.“I asked you a question,” he said again, like he was holding onto the last thread of patience he had left.No one answered. Ashley shifted slightly beside me, her posture tightening, her arms folding across her chest in a defensive stance I knew too well. Nick stood a little behind her, his jaw clenched, his eyes flickering between Theo and me like he was calculating ten different ways this could go wrong.Henry was still, his gaze fixed on Theo..Theo exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair.“Okay, so that’s what we’re doing now? Silence?” he muttered. “You’re asking questions you have no business asking,” Ashley said finally, her voice sharp enough to cut.Theo’s gaze snapped to her immediately.“No business?” he echoed then a humorless laugh left his lips.“I followed Don Marl

Michael’s POV “Careful, you’re still healing” Ashley said as she adjusted her hold on my arm while we walked down the corridor.“I’m walking, not running a marathon,” I muttered.“That’s not the point. You were shot, Michael” she shot back. Nick chuckled lightly from the other side of me.“You’d think getting shot would humble him a little,” he said.“It didn’t,” Ashley replied immediately.“I’m right here,” I muttered.“And we’re still saying it,” Nick added.I rolled my eyes slightly but didn’t argue further.Henry walked ahead of us, hands shoved into his pockets, though I could tell from the way he kept glancing back that he was still on edge.“The paperwork’s done, which means we’re officially free to go” Nick said, holding up a small folder. “Finally,” I muttered.Ashley gave me a look.“Don’t sound too excited. You’ll be complaining again when you have to deal with everything outside.”“I’d take that over another night here.”“Fair enough.”We reached the elevator, stepping

Michael’s POVDinner had come and gone, though “dinner” felt like the wrong word for it.No one really ate. We picked at food, moved things around our plates, tried to act normal but failed.The clink of cutlery sounded louder than it should have.Henry sat across from me, pushing his food around absentmindedly.“You’re not eating,” I said.“I’m trying,” he replied.“That’s not trying.”He sighed, dropping his fork.“Can you blame me?”No, I couldn’t.But I didn’t say that.“You’ll need your strength,” I said instead.“For what?” he asked quietly.The question hung in the air and no one answered immediately because we all knew but none of us wanted to say it out loud.“For whatever comes next,” Ashley said finally.Henry gave a small nod, though it didn’t look like it comforted him much. Nick leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes shifting toward Luca.“So, what’s the plan?” he asked.Luca set his glass down carefully before responding.“The plan is simple.”“That’s usually a bad