Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 104

Someone’s At The Door

Aurora’s POV

About ten minutes into the second movie, the chaos finally fades. Jace and Leon… fall asleep. Just like that.Jace’s head lolls to the side, mouth slightly open, snoring softly–while Leon somehow managed to pass out with his foot planted firmly on Jace’s face.

I glance between the two of them, both completely lead to the world, and stifle a small laugh behind my hand.Until–Ding dong.

The sound cuts through the quiet.My head snaps toward the door.

The doorbell.Someone’s at the door.

I hesitate, then reach out and tap Jace’s arm gently

“…Jace?” I whisper. “Someone’s… um. At the door.

“He lets out a soft snore. “Batman… no, the waffles…”

“…What?“I try Leon next, giving his shoulder a tiny shake. “Leon?“He groans loudly and shoves his face deeper into a pillow. “Five more years.

“I look between them. Seriously?The doorbell rings again.My heart thuds, anxiety building in my

chest.

I swallow and slowly get up, wincing as my bandages pull and ache with every step. I limp toward the front door, trying to steady my breathing. I reach for the peephole–only to realize…

I’m too short.Of course I am.

I try to stretch, lifting onto my toes, but pain shoots through my leg. I flinch back.Okay.Okay…

think.

There’s a big gate around the property. And those serious–looking men in suits are always stationed at the front. If someone got past them… then… they must be meant to be here.Right? Right.Still, my hands shake a little as I reach for the door handle. I tug.

It’s heavy. Too heavy for me.

I tug again, harder this time, using my full weight.

The door finally creaks open.

And there—Stands Luka.

I stare.

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I don’t move. Don’t blink. Just… stare. He’s covered blood. Not his, Or… maybe some of it is. His hands are torn up, shirt ripped and hanging off one houlder. There’s a long scrape down his neck, still oozing. One eye is already starting to bruise.

“Where’s Raphael?” Luka says dully, still not looking at me.

I open my mouth. “It he and Andrel left. For work.

“Luka curses. Lond. Harsh.

I flinch at the sound. He finally turns to face me, face sharp with rage.

“Go,” he snaps. “Get out of the way.

“My lips part. “But you’re–Luka, you need help

“I said go, dammit!”

The force of his voice makes my heart skip. My throat tightens,

I should run. I want to run.

But instead I stay.My hands shake as I reach for the towel draped on the entry table. I swallow hard, force my legs to move, and step closer to him.

“Don’t be stupid,” Luka warns, trying to jerk his arm away.

I grip his hand anyway.His palm is split and raw. Blood smears across my fingers.

“Stop,” he growls. “I said-”

“No,” I whisper.He freezes. His eyes flash down to mine, disbelief flaring.

I’m terrified.

But I won’t leave him like this.

I hold his hand tighter, my own trembling. “You need help.

“His jaw clenches.

“I don’t.

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“You do.

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