Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped in a mafia’s obsession : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Getting up from the study, Rafael made a firm decision, he was going to teach Celia how to shoot and defend herself. It was time she learned how to stay safe in a world that didn’t always play fair.As he made his way to her room, the door suddenly swung open from the other side. Celia was just about to step out, and they nearly collided.Rafael caught her by the waist before she could stumble, and without thinking, pulled her into a tight hug. He kissed her forehead softly.“How are you?” he asked, his voice warm.“I’m good. Never been better,” she replied with a bright smile.“How was work today?”“It was amazing,” she said. “I love it. Everything about the job is really exciting.”“I’m glad you do,” Rafael said, reaching for her hand. They began walking down the hallway together, slowly making their way to the parlour.“Did you take the medications?” she asked, giving him a knowing look.“I did,” Rafael replied smoothly. “You can ask her.”“Who is her?” she asked with a raised brow

They went back inside, shared a quiet dinner, and eventually retreated to Rafael’s room. The day had drained them both, and before long, Celia was curled beside him, fast asleep beneath the dim glow of the bedside lamp.But somewhere deep in the night, the air shifted.The bed jolted with sudden movement.Celia stirred, her brows knitting as she blinked through the shadows. At first, she thought Rafael was simply turning in his sleep, but the jerking of his limbs said otherwise. His breath came in short, ragged bursts, and the sheets tangled around him as though he were fighting something invisible.“No, don’t!” he muttered under his breath, voice thick with panic. “Mom… Mom, don’t go!”Celia shot upright, heart pounding. The sight of him drenched in sweat, his face contorted with distress, froze her for a moment.“Babe?” she called softly, her voice shaking slightly as she reached for him.He didn’t respond. His head tossed to the side, jaw clenched as he groaned low and guttural, li

Celia returned to her desk, her expression unreadable, but inside, everything was unraveling. She already felt humiliated after what happened in Rafael’s office, and the bathroom gossip had only driven the knife deeper. Her chest was tight, throat burning. She didn’t trust herself to stay much longer without either breaking down or lashing out.Without hesitating, she rose from her seat and made her way to Viktor’s office. Her knock was soft but urgent.“Come in,” Viktor called.She stepped in, trying to hold herself together.“Hey,” she said quietly. “I’m finished with everything, and I know it’s not closing hour yet, but can I go home?”Viktor looked up, concerned. “Why do you want to go home?”“I just don’t feel too good,” she said, trying to mask the emotion in her voice. “I would really appreciate it if I can be allowed.”He paused, then gave a small nod. “It’s not usually allowed, but alright. Go and take care of yourself.”“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper

The car came to a sudden halt, tires grinding against the cracked concrete as Rafael slammed the door open. Without hesitation, he led the charge toward the rusted entrance of the warehouse. Mason, Viktor, and Dalton followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing in the chilling silence.Rafael kicked the heavy metal door, which groaned but gave way, swinging open just enough for them to slip inside. Shadows danced along the peeling walls, lit only by the faint glow of their tactical flashlights. The air was thick with dust and the stench of damp decay.As they moved deeper into the cavernous warehouse, the sharp crack of gunfire shattered the tense silence like a thunderclap. Dalton ’s eyes widened in shock, his body jerking as a bullet tore through his chest. The pain hit him like a freight train, raw, searing, and immediate.He gasped, clutching desperately at the wound, crimson soaking his fingers. His breath came in ragged, shallow bursts as the world around him blurred. His k

Two days had passed since the chaos unfolded. Viktor had already dropped Falco off at the dungeon they used for interrogation, a dark, unforgiving place where prisoners went without food or comfort. Falco was left to rot, a silent punishment for his reckless gamble.Meanwhile, Rafael barely ate, his world reduced to the hospital room where Celia lay unconscious. He sat by her side hour after hour, anxiety gnawing at him despite the doctors’ reassurances that she was stable and would wake soon. Yet, every quiet moment felt heavy with fear, the unknown pressing down on him like a weight.In a quieter part of the hospital, Mason stepped into Dalton’s room, his heart tightening when he saw the man awake. The relief surged inside him, but Mason buried it deep, this wasn’t the time to show weakness. Instead, he masked his feelings behind a guarded voice.“Oh, you are finally awake,” Mason said, trying to sound casual.Dalton gave a faint nod, his eyes searching Mason’s face.“Can’t speak ye