All Chapters of Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Michael’s POVFernando stood in front of his men, his posture rigid, his face cold as steel. The lights coming from inside his mansion cast harsh shadows over his sharp features, making him look even more formidable than usual.I stood a few steps behind him, watching in silence as he made the call. His voice was low and commanding, each word filled with quiet, dangerous authority.Everything was spiraling out of control and I couldn't do anything to stop it from all exploding in my face."Get everyone here. Now."Rodger stood beside him, arms crossed, his expression hard with anticipation. He said nothing, merely nodding in approval.One by one, Fernando’s men arrived, their heavy boots sounding against the ground as they assembled in the courtyard. They gathered in rows, standing at attention like a private army, eyes locked onto their leader.And their leader, Fernando, looked like a general preparing his soldiers for battle.Fernando took a step forward.The crowd of men went q

Fernando’s POVThe night was quiet.Too quiet.I leaned back in my seat, my fingers drumming lightly against my knee as I stared out the windshield. Across the street, under the dim glow of streetlights, an open-air restaurant was filled with life. People laughed, talked, ate, completely unaware of what was about to happen.My eyes weren’t on them, though.I was waiting.Beside me, Michael shifted in his seat. He’d been silent since we got here, but now, he finally spoke.“What are we doing here, Fernando?”His voice carried hesitation, laced with an edge of worry.He was being annoying again. I smirked. “Waiting.”Michael frowned. “Waiting for what?”I turned my head slightly, catching his expression. His brows were furrowed, his jaw tense. He already had a bad feeling.Good.It meant he knew me well enough to understand that I didn’t come here to play games.I exhaled slowly, enjoying the tension for a moment before answering.“I had my guy hack into the FBI’s internal phone sys

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

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

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