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Seduction and Secrets
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2025-02-27 14:30:05
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Under His Gaze
Michael's POV I could feel his breath against my face, warm and slow, teasing the tension in the air between us. My own breathing had turned shallow, uneven. This wasn’t how I wanted to confront Fernando whenever i saw him, but I couldn’t help it. My body always seemed to shut down each time we were mere inches apart. The scent of his cologne—rich, dark, and laced with the faintest trace of smoke—filled my lungs, making my stomach coil.Fernando's hand was firm on my jaw, fingers pressing just hard enough to remind me of his strength, of his control. His dark eyes bore into mine with an intensity that threatened to unravel me right there. I hated him, but I couldn't let him see that. Not when I was already at such a disadvantage.My mission came first while my revenge would follow afterwards but it was hard to hide my disdain for him.I should have hidden it better. The resentment, the burning rage. I had spent years perfecting my mask, smoothing out every sharp edge that could
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-27Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Stripped Bare
Fernando’s POV I had expected more hesitation. I had expected defiance, perhaps even a weak attempt at negotiation. But what I had not expected—what truly fascinated me—was the way Michael moved as he began to unbutton his shirt.His fingers, though steady, carried the weight of reluctance and it thrilled me to see him battle within himself. The first button slipped through its hole, revealing just a bit of skin beneath. Smooth. Tanned. His collarbones cast faint shadows under the dim glow of my study’s lamp, adding a striking contrast to the sharpness of his jaw.I took in the sharp edges of his pink nipples, their hardness staring fiercely at me, willing me to grab them and do as I see fit.I leaned back against the edge of my desk, watching him as if he were a performance meant solely for my entertainment.Michael was hesitant, but he did not falter.The second button came undone. Then the third.With every inch of exposed skin, my intrigue deepened. His body was not merely lea
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-28Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Battle of Wills
Michael's POV I exhaled slowly, steadying myself.Fernando stood halfway down the grand staircase, his dark eyes locked onto me, expectant. The dim golden light from the chandelier above cast an ominous glow over him, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, the cold amusement lurking in his expression.He was waiting.Marlo, on the other hand, was not.The moment the word "Wait" had left my lips, he had frowned. His broad shoulders tensed, his hands twitching at his sides like he was ready to pounce. And now, as I stood there at the foot of the stairs, trying to find the right words, I could feel his fury radiating toward me like a bomb about to explode.“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Marlo snapped, his voice a low, dangerous growl.I kept my eyes on Fernando. I knew better than to look at Marlo right now. If I did, if I acknowledged his challenge, I might just do something I’d regret.Or maybe not.Marlo took a step forward, blocking my path. “You just interrupted the b
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-28Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Seat at the Table
Fernando's POV I went down the stairs leading to my meeting room at a measured pace, my footsteps echoing through the grand hall. Behind me, I could hear Michael following closely, his movements light but deliberate. Marlo’s heavier steps were right behind him, his irritation practically evident in the air.Marlo has never been known to be able to hide his feelings because they always showed on his face and radiated in the aura all around him.This was his character flaw which vexed me.I looked over my shoulder and I saw a very determined look plastered on Micheal's face.He had nerve. I had to give him that.It was one thing to enter my study uninvited, but to then demand to follow me into a meeting with some of the most powerful men in the criminal underworld? Either he was bold, or he was incredibly stupid.Or perhaps he had an agenda.I wasn’t blind to that possibility.There were many reasons a man might want to sit at my table. Most were predictable—power, influence, money.
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-01Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Cornered
Michael's POV Marlo’s words hung in the air like a death sentence.For a moment, I thought I had misheard him.But then I saw the way the other crime bosses turned toward me—the suspicion in their eyes, the tension in the room thickening like fog before a storm. My pulse quickened, but I forced my expression to remain neutral.Inside, I was burning in fury.That bastard.Marlo had just placed a target on my back, and he knew it.Rodger Holt's gaze burned with suspicion. "Is that true?" His voice was deep, rough, and laced with venom. "You were caught in Fernando’s study?"I clenched my jaw, pushing my face into something carefully neutral. "It wasn’t like that," I said calmly. "The door was open. I thought someone had broken in, so I went inside to check."I looked around, making sure to meet each man’s eyes in turn. "That’s when the boss walked in. I never had any bad intentions" I explained, hoping they would believe me.Marlo scoffed, crossing his arms. "How convenient."Rod
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-01Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Plot of Lies
Fernando's POV The room was silent except for the occasional scrape of a chair against the polished floor and the rhythmic tapping of Rodger’s fingers against the table. The guard had left to retrieve the security footage, and now, we waited.I could feel the tension in the air as everyone began to create scenarios of what would happen next in their heads.Our meeting which had been called upon to talk about a new collaboration between our families has turned into a reckoning for betrayers.Michael stood there, composed as ever, his posture relaxed, his face unreadable.I studied him carefully.If he was lying, he was damn good at it.But if I found out he had been deceiving me…I wouldn’t hesitate.Pain. Suffering. A slow death—those were the only things a liar deserved.I had built my reputation on power, ruthlessness, and absolute control. The one thing I never tolerated was deception.If Michael had infiltrated my home under false pretenses, he would regret it.But a part of me—
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Prodigy in Chains
Michael's POV The world around me faded into nothing but him.Colin Starkey.Bruised. Bloodied. On his knees.I felt the air leave my lungs.This wasn’t possible.Colin had been one of the FBI’s brightest minds—hell, he had trained alongside me when we were cadets. A prodigy. He was a man whose potential had been limitless. I had heard rumors that he had been assigned to a classified case years ago, but I never imagined…That he had been sent undercover.My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I stared at him, my brain struggling to process the brutalized version of the man I had once known. His face was swollen, his lip split, and blood dripped from a cut just above his eyebrow. His chest rose and fell erratically, his body trembling from whatever hell Rodger and his men had put him through.And then—his eyes found mine.A silent plea.A desperate, unspoken cry for help.Michael…He didn’t say it, but I felt it.A cold dread came down my spine.He’s going to die.I forced myself to inh
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Blood on the Floor
Fernando’s POVThe gunshot echoed through the dimly lit room like a thunderclap, silencing everything. Colin fell to the floor, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud. Blood pooled beneath him, spreading all over the floor with rapid speed. For a brief moment, no one spoke. The air was thick with tension, the metallic scent of blood clinging to the room. Then, the silence shattered with the scrape of chairs as two guards stepped forward, dragging Colin’s lifeless body away like a discarded piece of trash.Michael hadn’t moved. His face was frozen in shock, his eyes locked on the corpse being dragged out.I watched him carefully. His reaction was… interesting. He looked rattled, deeply disturbed even. But was it guilt or just some pathetic sense of morality?Snitches didn’t deserve to breathe. That was a rule I lived by. Rats, traitors—people who smiled in your face and whispered in the ears of the law—they were worse than enemies. They deserved to suffer.I turned my gaze b
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-03
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Blood and Frustration
Fernando’s POV I gritted my teeth as I stepped out of the black car and onto the empty street, the city lights casting making the road look less lonely than it already was.It had been hours. Hours. And still, there was no sign of Michael.Where the fuck was he?I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I turned to Marlo, who stood beside me, his face unreadable. The men behind us—six of them, armed and ready—waited silently for my next move. They knew better than to question me when I was in this state.We had searched everywhere.We had checked every lead, questioned every contact, and still—nothing.My patience was wearing thin.No, fuck that, my patience was gone.I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure, but the rage inside me was boiling over.Michael had been taken.And I had failed to protect him.That thought alone made my blood burn.I turned around and started walking again, my mind racing with possibilities. Who would have the guts to kidnap him? Who would dar
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Bound by Rage
Michael's POV I paced the around the conference room like a caged animal, my hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. I was pissed.My entire body was vibrating with frustration, a storm brewing inside me that I had no way to unleash.This couldn’t be happening.They had removed me from the case.They had stripped me of my mission, my only chance at justice.For what?Because they thought I was too involved?Because they thought it was too dangerous?A bitter laugh escaped me, and I ran both hands through my hair, gripping it at the roots.Fernando Ramirez killed my sister.And now they expected me to just… let it go?No.I wouldn’t.I couldn’t.They had taken me off the case, but my evidence, my work, was still here, as if mocking me.The walls felt like they were closing in on me.I needed to do something.I needed to act.But what?What could I do when the very people who were supposed to help me were now standing in my way?The door creaked open.I turned s
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Storm in His Blood
Fernando’s POV My entire body was burning with raw fury, every muscle wound tight, my teeth grinding together so hard it hurt. I was raging. Who.Who would dare?Who would have the guts to take Michael from me?My vision was blurred with rage, my mind moving through every possible enemy I had—every rival, every snake who had ever crossed my path. But none of them would be this bold. None of them would be this stupid.Michael was mine.I had made it clear to everyone in my organization that he was under my protection. That if anyone so much as looked at him the wrong way, they would answer to me.And now he was gone.Vanished.Taken.My driver slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, the tires screeching as we turned onto the road leading to my mansion. I barely registered the guards opening the gates as my car drove through, my mind fixated on one thing—Michael’s disappearance and the incompetence of the fools who had let it happen.The moment I stepped out of the car, Marlo was th
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Line Between Duty and Revenge
Michael's POV Who the hell were these guys?Kidnappers?But not just any kidnappers. These weren’t some random thugs off the street. The way they handled themselves, the way they executed the grab—it was professional. Efficient.Which meant this wasn’t about money.No, this was about me.And there was only one reason I could think of why someone would want me out of the picture.I’d uncovered something I wasn’t supposed to.My mind raced back to what had happened earlier—the fake FBI attack on Rodger’s men. I had been digging, pulling at loose threads, trying to figure out who had orchestrated it. And I’d gotten too close.That had to be it.Whoever had staged that attack must’ve realized I was onto them. And now, they were tying up loose ends.I shifted slightly in my seat, testing the space around me. The car wasn’t armored—not completely, at least. If I had to, I could take my chances. A sharp elbow to the throat of the driver, a quick grab for the wheel—But then what? Even i
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Price of Lies
Fernando’s POV The safehouse smelled of sweat, blood, and fear. I stood in the middle of it all, my gun resting in my hand, my patience wearing thin.The FBI agent in front of me was trembling, his wrists bloody from the restraints, his lips slightly parted as though he was about to say something—but hesitation held him back.I had waited long enough.“You said you knew who the undercover agent is,” I said, my voice calm and measured. “So speak.”The man swallowed hard, but before he could open his mouth, one of the other agents scoffed.“This is ridiculous,” the agent said, his voice dripping with contempt. “He’s lying to you.”I turned my head slowly, my eyes locking onto the man who had spoken. He was trying too hard to sound confident, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He was afraid, afraid of me, afraid of what I might do if I didn’t like his answer.“Oh?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “And why would he lie?”The agent straightened his back, trying to compose himself. “Beca
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Kidnapped
Michael's POV I didn’t have time to waste.My mind raced as the full weight of the situation sank in—Fernando was being played. Someone had orchestrated the FBI attack, purposefully baiting him into a war he wasn’t supposed to be fighting. And knowing Fernando, if I didn’t stop him now, it would be too late. He would burn everything down before realizing he had been manipulated.I needed to get to him.Turning sharply, I walked toward one of the parked black csrs in the driveway. I knew Fernando had ordered my personal guards to stick to me like glue, but I couldn’t afford their interference now. If I could just get in the car—A firm hand clamped down on my shoulder.I exhaled harshly, already knowing who it was.“Where do you think you’re going?” the taller of the two guards, a broad-shouldered man named Mortis, asked in a voice thick with authority. His partner, Emilio, a slightly leaner but equally imposing man, stood beside him with his arms crossed over his chest. Both of t
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Shocking Realization
Michael's POV I moved around my room trying to get a better reception so I could put a call through to Ashley and get to the bottom of this issue which was causing my entire plan to crumble before my very eyes.The FBI were supposed to wait before they attacked in such a way that was sure to attract Fernando’s attention. Now, four agents were somewhere being treated horribly by that monster who had no regard for human life.I stopped by the window and looked closely at the phone fixed in my hand.I willed its signal status to change, for even just a couple minutes and I would be able to get what I want.As if my prayers were heard, the phone let out a beep and I was filled with hope.One bar. But I will make it work. My hands trembled as I finally managed to dial Ashley’s number. I needed to move fast before I lost this signal again, ending back where I had started. The room was dimly lit, and the faint buzz of sounds coming from the excitement downstairs made me more determined
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Torture and Fun
Fernando's POV I leaned back in my chair, one leg casually crossed over the other, my fingers tapping lightly against the armrest as I watched my men beat the hell out of the four FBI agents kneeling before me.Their faces were already swollen, blood dripping from their lips, their shirts soaked with sweat. I had to admit—I was enjoying the show.One of my men, Alejandro, delivered a particularly brutal punch to an agent’s stomach. The man fell down, coughing up blood onto the floor. Another agent let out a low, pained whimper as he was pulled back up by his collar, only to be struck again.Pathetic.I held up a hand, signaling my men to stop. Instantly, they stepped back, panting slightly from their work, but standing at attention, awaiting my next command.The agents gasped for air, their heads hanging low. One of them spat blood onto the ground, barely missing my shoe.I smirked. "You should be grateful. Most men don’t live long enough to hear me tell a story."They didn’t resp
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Return To The Mansion
Michael's POV I watched as Fernando stepped out of the car, his suit sleek despite the chaos that surrounded him. His expression was unreadable, but I could see the glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he moved toward the van. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t look back, didn’t say another word before climbing inside and slamming the door shut behind him.I felt my stomach twist.That only meant one thing—Fernando had no intention of bringing those men back alive.I clenched my jaw as I stared at the van, my mind racing. I should have known he had more in mind than just giving them a beating of a lifetime. I needed to stop this before it was too late. But my phone—damn it. I had misplaced it earlier, and I had no way to contact Ashley or my superiors.I turned my head slightly, scanning the car. That’s when I saw a way out.The driver’s phone was sitting on the center console, just barely in my reach.I exhaled slowly. If I was going to do this, I had to be careful.Marlo was sitting i
