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Chapter 55: Burnt Mansion, Burning Passion

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Ortega moved like lightning despite the heavy exhaustion weighing on his bones. In one fluid, decisive motion, he scooped Luca into his arms while barking at Ravenna, “Take Luna, now!”

Ravenna’s heart hammered violently against her ribs as she snatched Luna from the bed. The little boy stirred with a sleepy whimper, rubbing his eyes in confusion. The beeping from the black box grew louder and more insistent, its red digital timer counting down with merciless precision: 00:08:12… 00:08:11… 00:08
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  • Mafian Touch    Chapter 55: Burnt Mansion, Burning Passion

    Ortega moved like lightning despite the heavy exhaustion weighing on his bones. In one fluid, decisive motion, he scooped Luca into his arms while barking at Ravenna, “Take Luna, now!”Ravenna’s heart hammered violently against her ribs as she snatched Luna from the bed. The little boy stirred with a sleepy whimper, rubbing his eyes in confusion. The beeping from the black box grew louder and more insistent, its red digital timer counting down with merciless precision: 00:08:12… 00:08:11… 00:08:10…“Gale!” Ortega roared toward the door, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.The loyal man burst in seconds later, pistol already drawn, his eyes widening in alarm at the sight of the sinister device. “Madre de Dios…”“Evacuate the east wing immediately. Get Mariana out if she’s still breathing. Then clear the lower floors,” Ortega ordered, his voice forged of steel and ice. “This is no bluff. Pedro wants blood tonight.”Gale nodded sharply, his expression hardening with grim

  • Mafian Touch    Chapter 54: We Don’t Strike Until I say so

    The rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time they emerged from the warehouse. Ortega carried Luca in one arm while keeping his other hand firmly on Ravenna’s back. She held Luna tight against her chest, the boy’s small fingers twisted into her shirt like he’d never let go again. Their loyal men surrounded them in a tight formation, bodies still humming with adrenaline.“Home,” Ortega murmured into Ravenna’s hair as they climbed into the reinforced SUV. “No more detours. No more risks tonight.”Luca’s head rested heavy on his shoulder, his breathing finally evening out into exhausted sleep. Luna whispered, “Papá, the bad lady said you were gone forever,” and Ortega’s jaw clenched so hard Ravenna heard his teeth grind.“I will never be gone,” he vowed softly, meeting Ravenna’s eyes over their sons’ heads. “Not from you. Not from them. This ends tonight.”Ravenna leaned into him, her free hand sliding over his thigh, seeking the solid warmth that had grounded her through every storm. “We

  • Mafian Touch    Chapter 53: Always Together

    The storm outside broke with a crack of thunder, rain lashing the tall windows like accusatory fingers. Inside the mansion, the silence after Santiago’s call was heavier than the downpour.Ortega held Ravenna as if she might dissolve into nothing. Her sobs tore through him sharper than any blade he’d ever wielded. He could still smell their children on her; Luca’s strawberry shampoo, Luna’s faint scent of crayons and milk. The absence carved a hollow in his chest so vast he wondered if he could physically bleed from his heart.“We’re wasting time,” Ravenna whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him. Her eyes were swollen, red-rimmed, but something fierce flickered behind the tears. The same fire that had once made her stand against him in the beginning. “Every second they’re with that traitor could..."“I know.” Ortega’s voice was like gravel and broken glass. He wiped her cheeks with his thumbs, then pressed a hard kiss to her forehead. “I’m calling everyone in. No one sleep

  • Mafian Touch    Chapter 52: No Trust in The Cartel

    The morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a golden haze over their tangled bodies. Ortega hadn’t moved far from Ravenna all night. He kept her wrapped in his arms, still buried deep inside her even after they’d both drifted into exhausted, sated sleep. Now, as consciousness returned, he pressed soft kisses along her shoulder, his hand lazily stroking the curve of her hip.“You’re mine,” he murmured again, voice husky with lingering emotion. “Every inch of you.”Ravenna smiled, turning her face into his chest. “And you’re mine, Ortega Finally.”They lingered like that for a while; lazy touches, quiet laughter, the kind of peace that had returned after month that it had been stolen, after nearly a year of denial and danger. Eventually, the sounds of small feet pattering down the hallway pulled them apart with reluctant smiles.“Mamá! Papá!” came the bright voices of their twins five-year-old Luca and Luna. The door burst open and the children tumbled in, still

  • Mafian Touch    Chapter 51: My Worship

    9The tension in the room was unbearable—thick, electric, and alive. Every breath felt heavy, every second stretched taut like a wire about to snap. Ortega stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless, his chest rising and falling with barely restrained hunger. His dark eyes devoured Ravenna where she lay, hair spilled across the pillows, torn top barely clinging to her skin. The air between them crackled with everything unsaid, everything they’d denied themselves for far too long.He moved like a man possessed by devotion and desperation. Slowly. Deliberately. As if rushing would shatter the sacred weight of this moment. When he finally crawled over her, his body hovered just above hers, close enough that she could feel the heat rolling off him, but not yet touching. The anticipation was smothering deliciously, achingly so.“Ravenna,” he whispered, voice low and rough, like velvet dragged over gravel. His forehead pressed to hers, their breaths mingling. “Look at me.”She did. And the inte

  • Mafian Touch    Chapter 50: How I missed this Body

    The evening crawled slowly, Ravenna sat in solitude eyes fixed in space. No expression, no emotion just looking at nothing in particular. Every now and then one or both of the twin comes by to report the misdeeds of the other. Other times both came in to see her play with them. "Rose please take them in and put them to bed." The nanny noodeed without a word as she nudged the boys to go in. Whilst she tries to relax in the sofa the door flung open. And there he stood more ravishing than the last time she saw him. Yes it was only that morning he was gone for but something about him seemed different. Not that he had changed but that her body yern for his touch more eager than she had ever been.The door barely had time to close before Ortega’s hand found her wrist.Ravenna felt it immediately, that pull, that dangerous gravity she had never quite learned to resist. It wasn’t gentle. She was getting use to the roughness in which he handle her, to her it was sexy and appealing. It wasn’

  • Mafian Touch    Chapter 24: I Want My Family

    "Where is my Papa, Carlos, and Mariana?" She asked as she clutched to her head."Do you want to see your Papa?""I want to see my family. I have a head ache." Ravenna looked at Ortega long enough, trying to figure out who he was."Okay, I will get Santiago to fetch your family.""Why are you here w

  • Mafian Touch    Chapter 23: Our babies are here

    Ortega held onto Ravenna arms as she struggled for her life. He cried and prayed."Don, please, you'll have to excuse us." His tears were visible as her held onto Ravenna tightly by the hand."Doctor Ramiro, what's wrong with her?"I'm afraid we might have to take her to the hospital immediately, w

  • Mafian Touch    Chapter 22: Foe not Family

    The mansion was busy with activities. Ortega decided it was best to make his wife feel special during her pregnancy journey. He had employed new stewards to ease her stress and took it as a point of delibrate duty to go with his wife for his early morning runs and hospital appointments. He paid ext

  • Mafian Touch    Chapter 21: His Touch My Obsession

    "My lady, I think you should go for a shower. Wash off all the filt from Pedro's mansion.""So you don't think you miss me enough to let us shower together?""Hell no, my lady, who am I to have you beg for my attention? Let's go in right away." He lifted Ravenna off the floor and to her into the al

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