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The Scent of Deception
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2025-03-14 16:17:50
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Raid
Michael’s POVMy hotel room door shut behind me with a soft click.I stood there for a long moment, my back pressed against the wood, heart pounding in my chest.I had him.Fernando Ramirez.The man who had evaded law enforcement for years. The man whose empire thrived on blood, drugs, and destruction. The man who had—somehow, for some godforsaken reason—made me hesitate.But not anymore.I pushed away from the door and walked across the dimly lit room, my mind racing with everything I had overheard. The batch was ready. The product was set to be introduced into the market. And most importantly… they had a manufacturing site.I grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Ashley’s number.It rang once.Twice.Then—“Michael,” Ashley’s voice came through, sharp and alert.I exhaled, a slow smirk creeping onto my lips. “Tell the higher-ups to get ready" I said almost immediately.A pause. Then, “You have something?” she asked, her voice shifting to something alert and professional. “Oh,
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-14Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Lines Crossed
Fernando’s POVGunfire roared through the warehouse like a violent storm, each bullet a whisper of death cutting through the thick, smoke-filled air.I had been in plenty of shootouts before. Hell, I’d even started most of them. But this? This wasn’t a war I had planned for.Despite all my planning, I had not thought something like this could happen. This was an ambush.And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that we’d been betrayed.When Michael had nodded to me, giving me assurance he was fine, I released my tight grip on him.I crouched behind a stack of steel crates, my grip tight on my gun. Across the room, Marlo was already moving, his back pressed to a column as he reloaded his weapon with quick, precise movements. He was pissed—I could see it in his clenched jaw, the way his fingers moved with barely restrained anger.I was pissed too.Someone had given up our location.Someone had led the FBI straight to our goddamn doorstep.And when I found out who, they’d beg me for de
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-15Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Escape
Michael’s POVPain.Blinding, searing, unrelenting pain.It ripped through my body like a wildfire, burning every nerve, every muscle, every damn thought in my head. The heat of it was unbearable, radiating from my shoulders and burning its way into my chest. This was worse than what I had thought it would feel like if I ever got shot.I gasped, but the air I sucked in was practically nothing, useless.Gunfire roared around me, a loud, chaotic sounds of violence. But I barely registered it. The only sound that mattered was the pounding of my heartbeat, loud and massive, hammering inside my skull.I stumbled. My legs gave out beneath me. The ground tilted, twisted, rushed toward me—And then I stopped.Because something had caught me.Something big. Strong.Fernando.His arms wrapped around me, unyielding, keeping me from crashing face-first onto the filthy concrete floor. His grip was too tight, fingers digging into my wounded shoulder, and a white-hot hit of pain shot through me.
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-15Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Waking Up
Michael’s POVThe bright lights above me shined with an almost heavenly glow, bouncing off the white walls of the FBI headquarters. The hallway stretched endlessly ahead of me, lined with doors leading to various offices. But today, those doors were wide open, and the people inside weren’t drowning in paperwork or running down leads. No.They were celebrating.Celebrating me.Applause erupted from every direction as I walked forward, my steps slow but deliberate. Agents clapped me on the back, their hands firm with admiration. Some shook my hand vigorously, their eyes bright with respect."Good work, Michael!" someone called out."You're a damn hero!" another voice rang through the corridor."Drinks are on me tonight!" a colleague laughed, raising a glass in the air.I nodded at them, my lips turning into an easy grin. This was everything I had wanted.A hero. A man who had done his job.And I had done it well.Ashley appeared at my side, her blue eyes gleaming with pride as she li
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-16Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Cost of War
Fernando’s POVThe room buzzed with tension.I sat at the head of the table, my fingers together, my face an unreadable mask. Around me, the air was filled with agitation as the crime bosses argued among themselves, their voices mixed in a chaotic blend of rage and frustration.Rodger Holt was the loudest, his thick fingers gripping the edge of the table as he spat out curses, his face red with fury. Nikolai Petrov leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his usual calm demeanor followed by a scowl. The others—men who had built their empires on blood, drugs, and power—were no better, their emotions running high.And why wouldn’t they be?The FBI had dared to step into our world.They had raided Santiago’s warehouse.They had shot at me.They had shot Michael.A cold fury curled deep in my chest at the memory of Michael bleeding out in my arms. I had nearly lost him. I shook my head to correct myself. I had nearly lost my toy.The realization sent an unpleasant wave through me—som
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-16Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Price of Their Sins
Fernando’s POVThe meeting dragged to its end with the weight of unfinished business still hanging in the air. I listened to the final words of everyone while my mind was elsewhere.Rodger, still angry, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “I don’t like sitting on my hands, Fernando. The longer we wait, the bolder they’ll get.”“They won’t get the chance to be bold again,” I said smoothly, rising from my seat. “Trust me.”Rodger narrowed his eyes, as if considering whether to push further, but he ultimately stayed silent. Good. The last thing I needed was another idiotic suggestion to storm a federal building.Nikolai shot me a lingering glance before standing as well. “Keep me informed,” he said simply.I nodded. “Always.”Santiago was the last to move, still wearing that cocky smirk as he adjusted his cufflinks. “Try not to get too sentimental, Fernando. We can’t afford distractions.”I merely gave him a sharp look. “I don’t get distracted.”He chuckled, shaking his head
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-17Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Held Prisoner
Michael’s POVThe day was coming to an end and I could feel things were about to happen that would change the course of my undercover mission. Darkness had settled outside the windows, casting long shadows across the room. The dim light from the bedside lamp barely brightened up the room, leaving most of it filled in some darkness.I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my body heavy but my mind racing.He’s going to do it.Fernando was going to murder FBI agents.Fernando had made it clear—he was going after those agents tonight. Those men probably had no idea they were already marked for death. They had no idea that the devil himself had set his sights on them.This was one thing I had never expected to enter Fernando’s demented mind, despite his irrational behaviour. I exhaled slowly, shifting under the sheets. My shoulder ached, the now small pain moving through my body with every movement I made, even though it was just tossing on the bed.The bandages wrapped around my w
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-17Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Beginning of Revenge
Viewer Discretion: This chapter might contain violent acts that may be sensitive to some readers.******Fernando’s POVThe car was silent except for the faint hum of the engine. Outside, the suburban neighborhood was quiet, the kind of place where people felt safe enough to leave their doors unlocked and let their kids play in the front yard. I sat in the driver's seat, my fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel as I watched the house through the windshield. Inside, one of the agents on my hit list—James Holloway—sat at the dining table with his wife and two kids, a boy and a girl. The lights in the house were bright, the warm glow spilling onto the neatly trimmed lawn through the large window.Holloway laughed at something his wife said, cutting a piece of meat from his plate. The kids laughed over their own plates, their faces lit up with happiness. It was a picture-perfect family moment—one that should’ve meant nothing to me.And yet, as I watched them, a strange fe
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-18
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Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Calm Before the Fire
Andrew’s POVThe mansion loomed in the distance, shrouded in mist, its silhouette an ugly reminder of my failures.I stood at the edge of the woods, my fists tightening at my sides, nails biting into my palms. My heart beat a furiously, each thud a declaration of hatred—hatred for Michael.I would make him bleed, make him kneel, and then—only then—Ashley would realize she belonged to me.“You’re staring holes through that place, you know,” Damian said beside me.I turned slightly, my glare softening only a bit as I regarded him. "We'll get what we came for, Andrew," Damian said, his voice low but firm. "But we have to be smart. Especially now."I narrowed my eyes at the mansion again. It seemed silent. Peaceful.Too peaceful."And why," I sneered, "do you think now is any different?"Damian shifted slightly, the sound of leaves under his boots cutting through the thick silence between us."Because," he said, "There’s a battalion inside that place."I scoffed, the sound sharp and bit
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Fractures and Flames
Michael’s POVAnabelle's body jerked violently on the long chair, her limbs flailing in unnatural, terrifying spasms."Shit—Anabelle!" I roared, instantly snapping out of my argument with Marlo. All the anger that had just been coursing through my veins evaporated, replaced by cold, sharp fear.Marlo was already moving too, cursing under his breath as he dropped to his knees beside her."She's convulsing," I said quickly, pushing aside my own panic. "Marlo, get the first-aid kit. Now!"He hesitated for half a second but then he nodded sharply and ran toward the door.I dropped to my knees beside her, trying to stabilize her body. I couldn't let her fall off the chair, couldn't let her hit her head."Stay with me, Anabelle," I muttered.I heard Marlo's footsteps running back before he even reappeared. He entered the room, tossing me the first-aid kit."Good, good," I muttered. "Okay, I need you to find a soft cloth, anything, so she doesn't bite her tongue. Quickly!"I pulled a small
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Broken Victory
Michael’s POVThe heavy oak doors of the mansion finally shut with a deep, resonating thud, cutting off the outside world—and Andrew—with it. The second I heard the lock click into place, Ashley and I let out matching, loud sighs of relief, like two people getting to the surface after nearly drowning.Ashley bent down then straightened back up, rolling her shoulders as if trying to shake the tension off. Marlo kept his weapon up for a few seconds longer, almost like he was expecting the door to blow open any second, but even he finally let out a breath and tucked the gun into the waistband of his pants.“Holy shit,” Ashley said, pressing a hand over her heart. “I thought we weren’t making it back in.”“No kidding,” I replied, my voice rougher than I intended. My mouth was dry, my heartbeat still hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape.Just then, Mortis and Emilio, who had been stationed by the door with their guns locked and ready, turned toward us. Their faces wer
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Standoff Shifts
Michael’s POVThe night air had become dense, pressing down on my chest like a weight, but it wasn’t the cold that had my skin crawling. The very sight of Lucas shifted the balance. It was clear that he was here to add another layer of pressure, and when I felt Ashley stiffen beside me, I knew that this changed everything.Andrew’s gaze moved over to Lucas, and for the briefest moment, I see something like frustration flash across his face. But then, like a predator circling its prey, his lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. "Ah, so now we are of equal standing. How cute," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. He took a slow step forward, his gun still raised at me, and I could see his finger twitch on the trigger, eager for something, anything, to break the silence.I felt my muscles tighten, but I didn’t flinch. There was something about Andrew’s tone, something about it that almost made me laugh. Almost.But before I could say anything, Marlo cut in, his voice sh
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Standoff
Michael’s POVI glanced sideways at Ashley and Marlo, their hands steady on their weapons, having the same tension I felt."Michael," Damian began, his voice smooth, almost too calm for the situation, "You and your friends—you're done. This is over. You’ve got nowhere to run. The FBI will have you soon enough. You can’t keep fighting forever. Just give up." He lowered his voice slightly, as if he trying to lull us into submission. "It’s not worth it."I couldn’t help but laugh, a cold, humorless sound that echoed through the compound. "Is that really your big plan, Damian? You think I'm going to just roll over because you say so?" I took a step forward, making sure my gun stayed steady in my hands. "You’ve clearly forgotten who you’re dealing with."Damian’s lips curled into a smirk. "I haven’t forgotten a damn thing, Michael. I just think you’re too stubborn for your own good. You’ve lost. You’re outgunned, outmanned, and you’re running out of time. There’s no escape. Just hand you
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Crosshairs
Michael’s POVI got close enough to Damian and looked in disgust at the smile he had fixed on his face the moment he saw me."I'm here. Say what you want but after that, you're leaving" I said with a stern voice."I knew you would come out of hiding the moment you heard me call out to you" Damian attempted to come closer to me but I stepped back."You wouldn't want to do that, that's if you don't mind being shot" I said, my eyes narrowed. "It was stupid of you to have come out here.""I could say the same thing about you."Andrew swiftly came out of the shadows and the barrel of his gun pressed against my forehead like a cold whisper of death.He had moved so fast through the trees, making good use of the darkness to get close to me.The forest behind him seemed to go quiet in respect, like even nature didn’t want to interrupt this moment.But I knew his men were there, waiting. I didn't flinch. I didn’t move. I just stared at him.His eyes, sharp and gleaming with victory, drank in
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Checkmate
Michael’s POVFernando looked like a corpse.I never thought I would feel anything for him beyond disgust, fury, and that burning ache for revenge—but now, watching him lie unconscious in this dimly lit room, something twisted inside my chest. It wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t pity. It was something uglier. More complicated.His chest barely rose beneath the sheet, his breathing shallow, mechanical, like his body had forgotten how to be alive.He was pale—unnaturally pale—like life had already started abandoning him.And still, I couldn’t let go of his hand.It was cold. Damp. Fragile. I remembered this same hand raised in arrogance, in violence, clenched into a fist as he spat cruel words at me. That same hand had pointed guns, killed people, and built the chaos we were drowning in.But right now, it wasn’t the hand of a monster. It was the hand of a dying man.I hated him. God, I hated him. But I didn’t want him to die like this.“You care about him now?” My unconscious mind asked
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Waiting Game
Andrew’s POV Night had wrapped itself like a shroud over the woods, casting eerie shadows between the tall trees. The air was filled with anticipation, thick and unmoving, as if nature itself was holding its breath. I could hear the loud sounds of Crickets chipping in the distance, an odd contrast to the tension that vibrated through my bones. The occasional rustle of leaves teased our ears snd made our minds work like machines as vsrious questions appeared on our heads.Was it the wind or movement? Every sound could be a threat. Every second, a reminder that time was slipping.We lay in silence, our bodies half-buried in the brush, our eyes fixed on the mansion positioned at the edge of the clearing. The looming building glared back at us like a fortress, its windows glowing faintly from within. Inside, Michael and his loyal few were holed up like cornered wolves, desperate and dangerous.Patience, I reminded myself. The moment we attacked would be the moment they expected us
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Thoughts of the Past
Michael’s POV The smell of onions cooking in olive oil wrapped around me like a warm blanket. For a moment, just a brief moment, I let myself forget where we were, what was happening, and how much blood had already been spilled. The sound of the kitchen door opening pulled me out of my trance. Ashley leaned against the doorway, her arms folded. “Smells good,” she said, her voice soft but obvious with exhaustion. I glanced up, half-smiling as I stirred. “Figured it was time we ate something that didn’t taste like cardboard or fear.” She raised an eyebrow. “Is that what this is? A morale boost?” “Something like that,” I murmured. Ashley stepped in, rubbing the tension from the back of her neck as Mortis and Emilio followed behind her, dragging their tired bodies like the war had already been lost. Emilio sniffed the air and grinned. “Damn. Didn’t know you could cook.” I set the bowls on the table. “Survival skills.” Mortis slumped into a chair with a
