LOGINShare
The Watcher
Last Updated:
2025-03-09 16:05:43
Related chapters
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Illusion of Normalcy
Michael’s POVThe warm glow of the restaurant’s dim lights welcomed me as I stepped inside, the scent of freshly baked bread and simmering sauces wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. It wasn’t a fancy place—not the kind Fernando and his people would ever set foot in—but it was cozy, intimate, and, most importantly, a safe space.Or at least, it was supposed to be.For a moment, an unexplainable sense of unease settled over me, prickling at the back of my neck like the whisper of a ghost.It was the kind of instinct I had learned never to ignore.I hesitated just past the entrance, my pulse quickening.Someone was watching me.The certainty of it struck me like ice down my spine.I swallowed hard and turned sharply, my eyes moving all over the restaurant. My heart pounded as I scanned the room—casual diners, a waitress balancing a tray of drinks, an old man reading a newspaper in the corner.Nothing out of the ordinary."Get it together, Michael."I exhaled slowly, forcing m
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Party Has Just Begun
Fernando’s POVMichael looked at me like I had shattered his entire world. His wide eyes, the sharp hitch of his breath, the way his body stiffened—all of it sent a thrill down my spine. Beautiful. The disbelief painted across his face, the sheer helplessness in his gaze, made my blood run hot.It was a rare sight, watching someone as careful as Michael unravel, and I drank in every second of it.Slowly, I let my lips curve into a smirk, my amusement barely concealed."Mind if I join you?" I had said, fully aware of the chaos my presence had just introduced.Michael still hadn’t answered. His throat bobbed slightly, his lips parting, but no words came. His silence only made me want to tease him more.The man sitting across from him, the one Michael had come to meet, looked between us with mild curiosity. "A friend of yours?" I heard him ask.He was good-looking, I supposed, in a clean-cut, boy-next-door way—charming, but utterly unremarkable.I wanted to laugh at the sheer audacit
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Losing Battle
Michael’s POVI should have known better than to expect a normal night.For once, I had wanted something simple. A quiet evening, a decent conversation, and the fleeting illusion of normalcy. But of course, that wasn’t something I was allowed to have. Not when Fernando was involved.The moment I had seen him standing by the table, his expression full of smug amusement, I knew my night was over.I gritted my teeth, keeping my expression carefully neutral even as anger churned inside me. My fingers clenched into fists under the table, nails digging into my palms. How did he even know I was here?A cold, unsettling thought settled into my mind. Is he spying on me?The idea made my stomach twist. I had been careful—very careful. I hadn’t told anyone about this dinner, hadn’t even mentioned Ethan’s name to Fernando. And yet, here he was, barging in like he owned the place, like he owned me.Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers lightly drumming against the table. I cou
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Game is Mine
Fernando’s POVI followed Michael toward the restroom, watching the tension in his shoulders, the way his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides like he was barely holding himself together.It excited me.I had always liked seeing him like this—angry, frustrated, barely keeping control. He was trying so hard to act like he had the upper hand, like he wasn’t affected, but I could feel the energy radiating off him.And I loved it.I leaned in slightly, just enough to see the way his jaw tightened as we reached the restroom door. He pushed it open, but just as we were about to step inside, some random man moved toward the entrance, clearly intending to go in as well.Michael turned to him, forcing a polite smile.“Hey,” he said, his voice calm despite the storm I knew was building inside him. “Would you mind giving us a minute? We need to have a private conversation.”The man raised an eyebrow, his face immediately twisting in irritation. “A private conversation? In the restroom?”
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Under His Watchful Eye
Micheal's POV I slammed my phone down on the nightstand, my fingers gripping the edges of the cheap plastic case so tightly that I thought I might snap it in half. Ethan wasn’t answering my calls. Again.I had tried six times already since this morning, and each time, the call had gone straight to voicemail. No ringing. No chance to hear his voice. Just a cold, automated message reminding me that he didn’t want to talk to me.I couldn’t even blame him.Yesterday had been a disaster.My date with Ethan—the one I had actually been excited about—had been completely destroyed the moment Fernando showed up. He had walked into that restaurant with his smug, self-satisfied grin, and in a matter of minutes, he had shattered any chance I had of a normal evening.Ethan had left. Marlo didn’t care. And me? I had been dragged right back into Fernando’s web.And now, here I was, stuck in Fernando’s mansion, getting ready for a trip I hadn’t even wanted to take.I rubbed my temples, my anger sim
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don A Man Who Takes Command
Fernando’s POV London greeted us with its familiar mix of damp air and city lights as we stepped out of the private car. But none of that mattered.Because this hotel?This was mine.The Lancaster Royale, a crown jewel of my family’s empire, stood tall and proud in the heart of Mayfair. A grand, majestic building was known all around Europe and one could only get in through an invitation only meant for the elite.As I stepped onto the lobby, the staff moved with swift precision, their eyes widening for a brief second before their expressions melted into deep respect."Mr. Ramirez," the concierge greeted, bowing his head slightly. "It’s an honor to have you with us.""Of course it is," I said smoothly, a smirk tugging at my lips.Beside me, Michael looked utterly stunned.His eyes were wide as he took in the intricate chandelier above us, the marble floors polished to shine, and the sheer grandness of the place.I could see the way his fingers twitched slightly, as if resisting the
Last Updated : 2025-03-12Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don The Devil’s Embrace
Michael’s POVSitting on his lap felt like a mistake.The moment my body settled against his, a deep wave of disgust went through me. I could feel him—all of him.His muscular thighs beneath me, solid and unyielding, radiated warmth through the expensive fabric of his tailored pants. I had expected them to be firm, but not like this. Not this hard. Not this strong.I tried to shift, to put some distance between us, but his hands were already at my waist, holding me in place with an effortless grip. Not forceful. Not yet. But firm enough to remind me that he was in control.I stiffened, willing myself to ignore the way my body reacted, but the memories came rushing in before I could stop them.The last time we were alone…The image of Fernando, bare and unapologetic in his nakedness, flashed in my mind. And now, with his warmth pressing into me, I hated that I remembered. Fernando must have felt the tension rolling off me, because his grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly. T
Last Updated : 2025-03-12Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Unraveling Micheal
Fernando’s POVI felt it before I processed it—the light pressure of his teeth sinking softly into my skin.A bite.Not deep enough to hurt, not playful enough to be meaningless.Michael’s mouth lingered against my neck for a second too long before he pulled back, his breath hot against my skin.I exhaled slowly, feeling something in my chest.Surprise.Curiosity.A slow smirk curled at my lips. “Now, that’s interesting.”Michael didn’t respond. He didn’t move either, still close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.“What was that?” I asked, my voice low, teasing, but still filled with command.Michael swallowed.“Nothing.”I hummed, my fingers idly tapping against the armrest of the chair. “Are you sure?”He nodded stiffly, but I wasn’t convinced.He wasn’t fine.I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, the way his gaze flickered away from me as if searching for an escape.He was trying to hide something.And I hated when people hid things from me.I re
Last Updated : 2025-03-13
Latest chapter
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
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Deadly Message
Ashley's POV The wind carried a damp, earthy scent through the cracks in the battered front door as we pressed ourselves against it, trying to catch a glimpse through the narrow hole in the wood. I could barely see much — just the faint shimmer of light bouncing off someone's gun, the shape of bodies lurking in the scattered woods surrounding the old mansion. It felt too quiet, like the world itself was holding its breath.I exchanged a glance with Mortis, then Emilio. Marlo’s jaw was tight, his dark eyes focused on the woods as though sheer force of will alone could make our enemies appear.“It’s been fifteen minutes,” Mortis muttered, lowering his gun just an inch. “I think we’re in the clear. Maybe they gave up.”“Yeah,” Emilio chimed in. “Or maybe they’re regrouping. Either way, it’s gone quiet.”I let out a humorless laugh. “You think Andrew is the type to give up? He’s out there, watching. Waiting for us to screw up. That’s his favorite game.”Both Mortis and Emilio shot me
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Checkmate in the Shadows
Andrew’s POVThe cold English air brushed against my skin as I tilted my head up to the second-story window. A dark smile went across my lips as I waited, watched to see that traitor's face.A second ago, Michael’s face had been there—staring down at me with that same infuriating calm he had always worn when things were going out of his control. And now… nothing.Good.Let him hide. Let them all scramble like rats in a sinking ship.This was my time to bring my enemies to their knees and I wasn’t going to stop until I have achieved my goal.I stepped back, scanning the old mansion ahead of us. The old Ramirez estate was barely holding itself together — cracked window glass, vine plants all over the walls, a run down compound that made it feel just like a building in a horror movie. A perfect hideout for cowards.I turned to my men, most of them hidden behind trees and old stone fences, their fingers twitching near their triggers. I didn’t have enough men for a full frontal attack.
