All Chapters of His To Possess : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Rico pushed through the crowd, his eyes locked on one person—a man.The same man he’d spotted during the dance. He was standing at the far end of the room, staring right at him like he had been waiting for that exact moment.The second Rico saw him, something hot and wild snapped inside him. Months of anger, hate, and unfinished business rushed straight to his chest. He never expected to see him here, of all places, not at a governor’s birthday, and certainly not in a room full of cameras, guards, and important people.If there's one thing Rico knew about him was that he hated crowds and bright rooms. So what could he possibly be doing here?With every heavy stride, Rico’s fury grew sharper—his jaw clenched, fists tight, shoulders stiff like he was holding himself back from breaking into a run. The crowd seemed to blur at the sides. He didn’t blink, didn’t look away. He didn’t dare lose that face again.And the man didn’t move either. He just stared back at Rico with dark eyes, and a

“You can go in looking like that. Those rich people will look at you like you don’t belong," the lady said in a low tone. She was right. Calla was a mess. Calla stood there for a moment, the woman’s words sinking in. She knew it was true. The people inside that hall would look at her with disgust. They would whisper, laugh under their breath, call her names to her face, and say she doesn't belong here. That was the kind of world they lived in.And Rico… she swallowed hard. She couldn’t let him see her like this. Her dress was soaked, her hair a tangled mess, her skin marked with red scratches and bruises. The thought of the look on his face even for a second twisted her chest. Whether he'd feel angry or embarrassed, she couldn’t bring herself to put him in that position.With a tired sigh, she nodded slowly.“Okay,” she muttered.She turned, and the lady gave her a genuine smile. She followed the woman down the quiet hallway. Each step made her wince, but she refused to take off he

Calla blinked, her stomach twisting. Who was this Leah, and how does Rico know her name? Why did he look at her like that? She wanted to ask, but her throat felt tight.Rico’s gaze stayed on Leah for a moment longer, soft and familiar, then he finally turned back to Calla. His expression had suddenly turned darker as he noticed her bruises.Calla shifted slightly, hugging the robe around her a little tighter. She didn’t like how small she suddenly felt. Why did he look at Leah like that? Did she matter more than her?He suddenly approached her where she sat. His steps were heavy and short. With a bent knee, he squatted to her height."What is this? Who the fuck hurt you?" He growled, passing a look to Leah, as if accusing her of hurting Calla."Did you do this to her, Leah?" Rico asked, standing straight.Calla's eyes widened. Her words got stuck in her throat, and she quickly shook her head, but Leah spoke instead."You really think I'd hurt her, when I know she belongs to you?" Lea

Calla stared in a daze at the view before her. Rico had driven them back to his house. He’d been quiet the whole ride, speeding down the highway and ignoring traffic lights. Strangely, no cop car showed up behind them.She had looked his way, shifted in her seat, even hugged her legs—hoping he would at least glance at her, even if it was just for two seconds. But he never did.Eventually, she gave up and sank back into the chair, a small pout on her lips.How was he the one acting like she didn’t exist? She should be the one with smoke coming out of her ears. She was the one who’d been wronged—left alone in a room full of vultures, attacked by five girls, and then lied to by the lady who helped her.So why was she the one getting ignored?Rico finally turned off the engine, snapping her back to reality. He got out of the car, shoulders straight and tense.No one had to tell her, she quickly followed, slipping out of the car. She pulled his jacket tighter around her shoulders.The cold

Rico drove through the highway like he had something to outrun. The road lights blurred past him as his foot pressed harder on the accelerator. The engine growled beneath him, steadily and angrily, much like the storm sitting in his chest.His jaw was tight, his teeth clenched so hard they ached. His hands curled around the steering wheel, knuckles white. That call kept replaying in his head.The warehouse footage has been restored.That was all it took.For weeks, he’d been working blind. Shipments going missing, deleted recordings, new routes getting invaded, and shadows instead of faces. That bastard Bellini was behind all these. He wants to get him off being the Capo. But who he planted as the rat, is who Rico wants to know. All his men were hand-picked by him. Trained painfully under the four seasons. They were taught to answer to Rico, and no one else. They'll rather take their own life, than betray him.So who's the traitor in their midst?Now the screen had finally spoken.