Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

The room thickens with silence. Matteo’s head snapped toward Raphael, eyes widening fearfully.

Luka stills, nostrils flaring.

Raphael’s face pales.

“…The Russians.”

The word lands like a gunshot.

Andrei’s jaw clenches. A memory flares throughout the troubled minds of the brothers.

The man. The man that they had interrogated.Who has posed as a bodyguard to collect information.

The man sneers, spitting blood onto the concrete floor.

“You think she’ll grow old under your roof?“The words hang heavy in the air, crawling beneath

their skin. Even now, the memory strikes like a knife twisting.

“She’ll be taken. Flown out. And in Moscow-“A silence. The echo of chains rattling. His voice

reverberates in their heads, venom dripping with every syllable.

“We’ll carve her open. Slice her piece by piece until she begs to die. Until she screams for someone -anyone–to kill her. And… we won’t. Not right away.

“The room had seemed to close in on itself then–his voice curdling into their bones, infecting the silence. The image of her broken, begging, faceless–it seared itself into memory.

“We’ll make her pretty little face unrecognizable. Break every bone. Cut out her screams.

“Their hands had twitched toward their guns, their blades–anything to silence him. But he had

gone on smiling. A bloody, twisted leer, eyes alight with sick anticipation.

“I volunteered, you know. They said if I got her-“The last sound is the deafening crack.

Bang.

Back in the present, Raphael’s fists clench so hard his knuckles whiten. His voice shakes with rage

and fear.

“They wanted us to intercept that message. They want us to know they have her.

“Luka surges to his feet, the chair legs scraping hard against the floor. His voice is raw, trembling with fury.

“They won’t touch her. They can’t. I’ll slaughter every last one of them before they lay a hand –“Andrei cuts him off, sharp as a blade. “Sit down.

“I said sit down.

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