Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 132

Last Ride

3rd Person’s POV

The city feels loud. Alive.Luka keeps his hands jammed in his jacket pockets as he walks beside Leon, eyes darting to every passing car and every face they cross. His jaw works as he chews at the

inside of his cheek, restless.

“You’re sure Matteo said it was this way?” Luka finally asks, breaking the silence.Leon doesn’t

even look at him, eyes flicking through the streets. “That’s what his coordinates said.

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“Yeah,” Luka mutters, scowling, “but Matteo’s ‘coordinates‘ once led us to a garbage dump in the

middle of nowhere.

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“That was once,” Leon snaps back, though his lips twitch like he’s fighting a grin. “And that was

your fault for reading the map upside down.

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“I did not-” Luka stops himself, realizing he did. His breath fogs in the late evening air. “All I’m saying is, this doesn’t feel right. It’s too-”

“Quiet,” Leon finishes for him. His hand flexes against his thigh, itching toward the waistband of his jeans where his gun sits.Luka huffs. “Great. So we both feel like shit about this. Fantastic

teamwork.

“Leon glances at him then, sharp–eyed. “You don’t have to be here.

“Luka snorts, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, a teasing tone sneaking its way into his voice. “Yeah, right. And give up a chance to see you to get shot in the ass? Not happening.

“Leon exhales through his nose, as he dryly responds, “You’re hilarious.

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“So I’ve been told,” Luka grins.

They turn down another street, the glow of the city dimming. Buildings rise taller here, closer, shadows spilling across cracked sidewalks. Trash bins line the edge of the road, the stench of rot hanging in the air. The sound of their boots crunching gravel is the only thing breaking the silence.

Then–Ping.

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Both of them freeze. Leon pulls his phone out, the screen glowing against his face. A new pin drops

onto Matteo’s tracker app.

“Here,” Leon mutters, tilting the screen toward Luka.

An alley yawns between two buildings–narrow, dark, littered with trash bags and broken glass glinting in the faint light.Luka groans. “Of course it’s in a dark alleyway. Because why the fuck would it ever be easy?“Leon’s already moving, sliding his phone into his pocket. His hand goes to the back of his waistband. The metallic scrape is soft but sharp in the silence as he pulls his gun free. He checks the chamber out of habit.Luka watches him, raising a brow. “What are you doing?”

“Luka just stares at him, unimpressed. Then, with a lazy sort of motion, he reaches under his jacket and draws his own gun. He checks it with practiced ease, the click echoing faintly.

“Luka shrugs, sliding out of the car to stand guard at the mouth of the alley. “It’s the best you’ll

“He creeps closer, gun raised, eyes darting over the car.Something’s wrong. The window on the driver’s side is rolled halfway down. Dark streaks trail down the metal.Leon swallows hard, inching forward until he’s at the door. With a quick glance over his shoulder to check Luka’s position–still watching from the mouth of the alley, gun in hand—he inches towards the car.He approaches carefully, gun up, every muscle coiled tight. His finger rests steady on the trigger guard, ready. His

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