Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 112

Not This Time

Aurora’s POV

The world is still made of rain.

Falling. Pouring. Stinging.

I don’t know how long I’ve been standing. My knees are shaking, and I’m so cold it feels like my bones are splintering. Every inch of me throbs. My skin burns from the reopened wounds. My clothes are soaked. My throat is raw.

But I don’t move.

I can’t.

Then “Aurora?!“Jace’s voice cuts through the storm.

“Luka!“Leon.

Footsteps. Fast. Heavy. Muddied. Splashes in the grass. Shouting.

They’re coming.

I don’t even turn my head.

And then–blurred through the rain–I see them burst through the line of trees. Jace, eyes wide

and frantic. Leon close behind him, slipping once in the mud and catching himself.

“Oh my god–there!” Jace yells, pointing at me.He runs faster.Leon slows to a stop, taking in the sight: me, standing like a ghost against the tree… and Luka, still collapsed in the mud, not moving. His face goes pale.He looks between us. Me soaked and shaking, arms covered in blood. Luka, kneeling and broken.Leon’s fists clench at his sides.

And then his eyes meet mine.He takes one step toward me and hesitates his gaze flickering to

Luka.

I can see it on his face.

That ache. That split in his chest.

Go to me, or go to him.He’s always been stuck between.

And even though I’m cold and scared and hurting more than I ever have before….

I give him the smallest smile.

Barely there.

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But it’s enough. Leon exhales shaklly and turns away. He rushes to Luka, dropping to his knees

beside him.

“Hey, Hey, dumbass look at me. Come on.

“He throws Luka’s arm over his shoulder, volce rough. “Go, you’re heavier than you look.

“His voice is softer now, but his jaw is still tight with worry.

Behind us, Leon is half–carrying Luka toward the steps. One of the maids runs to help, holding the umbrella shakily over their heads as Luka groans in pain.

I glance back–just once–and see Luka’s head dropped, his eyes closed.Leon shouts something at

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him. Luka doesn’t answer.Jace sees me looking.

“He’s okay,” he says quietly. “I mean–not really. But he’ll live.

“I don’t answer.

I just keep walking. My shoes squish with every step. The rain clings to my eyelashes. My skin feels like it’s on fire and ice all at once. I’m soaked to the bone, cuts and burns stinging with every

breeze.

I don’t say anything.

And neither does Jace.He just keeps holding my arm, steady and careful, like I’ll break if he lets go. Maybe I will.

But right now, I don’t have to walk alone.

Not this time.