All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 771 - Chapter 780

Michael’s POVI woke up completely warm.Theo’s arm was wrapped securely around my waist from behind, his chest pressed against my back while soft morning light slipped through the curtains and painted pale gold across the room.For a few seconds, I just stayed there quietly.Theo’s breathing was slow and even against the back of my neck.The room smelled faintly like him, clean cologne, expensive sheets, and traces of last night still lingering in the air.My body ached pleasantly, especially my hips.The memory immediately made heat crawl up my neck.Theo had been surprisingly relentless once we returned upstairs.I shifted slightly beneath the blankets and immediately regretted it when the soreness reminded me of exactly how little sleep we had actually gotten.A quiet sound escaped me before I could stop it and Theo’s arm tightened instantly around my waist.“Morning,” he murmured sleepily against my shoulder.I blinked.“You were awake?”“No.”“You literally answered me.”Theo bu

Fernando’s POVThe silence inside the hospital room stretched so long it almost became uncomfortable.Personally, I was enjoying it.Ashley and Nick still looked like they had seen an actual ghost, which, technically, they had.Henry remained frozen near the side of Nick’s bed, staring at me with wide eyes that looked far too much like mine for my own peace of mind.Even after all these years, seeing him up close still did something strange to my chest.Ashley recovered first.Honestly, not surprising. Ashley had always been the loudest emotionally out of all of them.“You—”She stopped abruptly and stared harder at me.“You’re alive.”“Very observant,” I replied calmly.Ashley looked like she wanted to throw something at my face. Unfortunately for her, most objects in hospital rooms were apparently attached to machines.Nick still looked pale with disbelief.“You were buried,” he said weakly.“I know,” I replied.“You had a funeral.”“Yes.”“Michael mourned you for years.”That one h

Fernando’s POVThe moment the hospital room door closed behind us, Michael pulled his hand away from mine, like my touch offended him.Michael immediately turned toward me with frustration burning all over his face.“What exactly is wrong with you?”I blinked once.“That’s a broad question" I replied. “Fernando.”His voice sharpened instantly. I sighed softly and leaned back against the wall casually, watching him.He still looked beautiful when angry.His cheeks were slightly flushed from emotion, his eyes sharp and bright with irritation. His hair still looked a little messy from this morning and and Theo’s scent was all over him.I noticed it immediately the moment he entered the room earlier. Now that we stood closer together, it was impossible to ignore.Michael crossed his arms tightly.“You shouldn’t have come here" he said.A nurse walking past glanced nervously toward us before immediately walking faster.Michael rubbed aggressively at his forehead afterward.“You could’ve w

Theo's POVMy office looked legitimate, after all, that was the entire point.Every framed certificate hanging on the walls had been purchased, every award displayed on the shelves had been fabricated.And every smiling photograph of luxury vehicles and satisfied customers had been carefully selected to create the image I wanted the public to see.I wanted to be seen as a successful businessman and a respected entrepreneur. A man who imported rare vehicles and managed a profitable transportation company.The truth was far less respectable.The truth was currently sitting across from me in the form of Roberto Vasquez, my oldest employee, my most trusted associate and one of the few people who knew exactly how much of my business operated outside the law.I sat behind my large mahogany desk while Roberto occupied one of the leather chairs opposite me.Rain clouds had begun gathering outside the office windows, darkening the afternoon sky and casting long shadows across the room.Neither

Theo's POVFor several long seconds, nobody moved. The room had become a battlefield without a single shot being fired.My arm remained steady despite the tension burning through every muscle in my body. The barrel of my gun was aimed directly at Fernando Ramirez's head and his gun was aimed right back at me.Roberto stood slightly to my side, his weapon trained on Fernando's chest, ready to pull the trigger if necessary.Outside my office door, I could hear movement from Fernando's guards and my own men.I hated this, not because I was afraid but because the outcome of this situation would hurt exactly one person.The thought annoyed me more than Fernando's arrogance ever could.Fernando's expression remained cold and unreadable.The man had always been dangerous. Even without knowing him personally, I could tell he was the kind of person who had spent most of his life getting exactly what he wanted.Unfortunately for him, I wasn't one of his employees and I certainly wasn't one of h