Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 131

Lucky Number 7

Nico’s POV

The park’s quiet.Peaceful, even.

But peace never sits right on my skin–it’s a trick, a trap, something waiting to snap. My shoes crunch against the gravel path, and the sound grates in my ears, too loud, echoing off the silence.

I mutter to myself, low and sharp.

“Nothing here. Waste of fuckin‘ time-“But my gut twists. Hard. It always does when something’s off. Instinct never lies. It’s like a hand around my ribs, squeezing, warning me that I shouldn’t

move forward but also shouldn’t turn back.So I keep walking.

Eyes scanning. Trees. Benches. The swings creaking slow in the breeze. Too still. Too clean.

Then–Crunch.

I freeze. Boot locked mid–step.Slowly, I pull my foot back. My chest tightens as I look at the ground.

A phone.Shattered to hell, glass spiderwebbed, pieces barely holding together.

But it’s not the damage that makes my stomach drop.

It’s the case.

Clear. With scattered stickers–tiny stars, a faded cat, a crooked rainbow. And in the very center, bold against the cracks, the sticker of a number 7.

The breath rushes out of me as a memory slams into me.Leon was beside her, looking at Aurora like she’s made the worst decision of her life. “Really? You chose clear?“Aurora shrugged, holding the phone case in her small hands. “Why? Looks normal to me.

“Leon had groaned like the world had wronged him. He grabbed a packet of stickers off the table and dumped them in front of her. “Fine. But we’re at least decorating it.

“He slapped a dolphin sticker on the case and grinned at the case like the devil itself.

“Prepare to be bedazzled, mother–ducker.

“Her face had lit up, laughter spilling, as she carefully placed them. A smile Nico had rarely seen so bright.She had sat cross–legged on the floor, spreading the stickers everywhere, gentle fingers smoothing each one carefully onto the case. A flower. A star. A clumsy rainbow.

Then, she gently placed one final sticker, right in the middle.

A bold black number 7.Leon had teased her. “Ah yes. The lucky number 7. If I’m being honest, 7 is

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pretty unlucky. Take me for example. Born on the 7 of May. Broke grandma’s vase at age 7.

Crashed Matteo’s car at 17.

“Aurora!” “My voice cracks the silence of the park, sharp. “Aurora!“No answer.Only that swing creaking, wind whining through the leaves.My grip tightens around the phone until the jagged glass digs into my palm.My hands are shaking around the shattered case. The number 7, cracked straight down the middle, splitting her words apart.

“Did you find something?“I stare at the broken phone, my reflection twisted in the shattered glass. “…Yeah. Her phone.

“Silence.Raphael’s voice is broken, cracking when it comes again. “Bring it. Come home.

“The line goes dead.

I stay still, staring at the ruined case, until my knuckles ache from gripping it too tightly.My teeth grind, jaw locked so hard it hurts.

“No.

“I shake my head, once, twice, like that’ll fix the cracks running through my chest.

“She’s not “The words die in my throat, heavy, burning. My grip on the case tightens until blood beads between my fingers.

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But the silence answers me louder than anything.

1 laugh. Low. Harsh. Wrong.

I told myself she was a burden, told myself I didn’t give a damn–But staring at the broken phone, the truth hits like a bullet between the eyes.She’s gone. And we all know who fucking took her.

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