Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 133

Estrella

Aurora’s POV

Darkness.

And then–her voice.

“You useless child.

“I’m back there, on the kitchen floor, my knees stinging against linoleum. My mother’s hand

swings fast, the crack loud enough to leave my ears ringing.

“Stop crying. Do you hear me? Stop it!“My younger self, choking on sobs, clutching the side of my face. “I’m sorry–I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You ruin everything!” she screams, hair falling in her face as she towers above me. “You’re the reason he left. You’re the reason no one stays. Pathetic. Disgusting.

“A door slams. Her newest boyfriend, reeking of beer, stomps in. “Can’t you shut her up?” he

barks. “All she does is whine.

“My mother’s eyes cut to me, full of hatred. “You heard him. Get in the closet.

“I back up. “No–please-“Her hand closes on my arm, nails digging deep. She drags me down the hallway, my bare feet skidding against the carpet. I claw at the doorframe, screaming, “I’ll be quiet! I promise! Please, Mama, I’ll be quiet! “The closet door slams shut. Darkness swallows me whole. Her muffled voice spits through the wood.

“You’re nothing but dead weight. You don’t deserve the light.

“The sound echoes, twists, changes. Becomes Kira’s voice.

“A princess without a kingdom. Who could ever want a pathetic thing like you?“I curl into myself, pulling my knees up, my chest tight. The walls close in. Her laughter echoes, sharp and cruel, bleeding into my ears until I can’t breathe-“Stop!” I scream. “Stop it! Leave me alone!“My eyes

snap open.

The cell. Damp stone. Metal chains biting into my wrists. My own ragged breaths bouncing back at

me from the walls.

I press my forehead against my knees, trying to steady the quaking inside me. But the fear won’t leave. My mother’s voice lingers. Kira’s sneer burn through me like acid.

It’s been… what? A week now? Maybe more? I’ve lost track.

Every day is the same.

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The door slams open. Rough hands drag me out by by arms. Bright lights blind me. Kira’s voice slices through me, asking the same questions over and over questions I don’t even know the answers to. Every blow, every kick, every sharp word is punishment for not being enough. For not

knowing

And every time, she leans close, smiling with her perfect, cruel lips, “You know, they said if your brothers don’t come in 2 weeks time, we can get rid of you.

“Then she shoves me back here, into the dark, where the bruises bloom and the blood dries. And I

wait for it to start again.

The only thing keeping me from shattering completely Damion. He’s the only constant in this nightmare, the only thing tethering me when everything inside me wants to let go. He doesn’t let me curl into silence. He curses at them when they hurt me, spits blood in their faces even when they beat him down for it. He talks to me in the dark when I’m too afraid to speak. Spanish words I barely understand, but the rhythm of them, the smoothness, keeps me from floating off into that place f can’t come back from.Sometimes, when the pain’s too much, I focus on his voice, On how he tries to make me laugh with stories about his cousins, or how he mutters plans like we’ll actually get out. Like escape isn’t impossible.

Without him, I’d already be gone.

But now now I can’t find him.

I blink, heart hammering harder as I realize the cell is too quiet. My gaze jerks to the corner where he usually lies, half–slumped but alive. He’s not there,

“Damion?” My voice shakes. I shift upright, chains biting my wrists as I pull against them.

“Damion?!“No answer.

Cold rushes through me like ice water. My hands to harder, the metal tearing at my skin. “No, no, no–where are you? Where did they–Damion!“My breath comes too fast, ragged, frantic. “No- please–Damion!“For minutes I call, the silence swallowing me whole. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying so hard it hurts, begging the dark to give him back.

The silence mocks me back.

Terror claws at my throat. My chest feels like it’s caving in, each second stretching into forever. I pull and pull against the restraints until my skin spits, blood slicking the iron.

And then the door slams open.

Damion!“Two men drag him in, half–carrying, half–throwing. His body hits the stone with a sickening thud. His groan rips straight through me the door slams again, lock clicking.

“Damion!” I crawl as close as my chains allow, arms straining, metal rattling, “Damion, no my God-”

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“¡Joder!” he spits, clutching his side. His body curls inward, trembling, blood slicking his shirt. (Fuck!)“Hijo de puta–“(Son of a bitch-)My voice cracks. “I thought you were-”

“Estoy bien…”

His words are slurred. He forces a laugh that sounds more like a groan. “I’m fine.

He shifts, dragging himself closer inch by inch, until his bloody fingers brush mine.

“They’re going to kill you. If they keep doing this, you’re–you’re going to die-“His cracked lips twitch, something almost like a smirk ghosting over them. “Cálmate, estrella,” he whispers, voice hoarse.(Calm down, star.)My throat burns. “Don’t don’t call me that right now, you can’t–you’re

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