Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 136

“Damion lifts his swollen eye just enough to look at her, unimpressed. His lips part, dry and split, and he mutters flatly.

“Vete al infierno.

“(Go to hell.)Her eyebrows furrowed.

“What the fuck did you say, pretty boy?“Her accent as sharp as her eyes. He tilts his head and drawls.

“You want me to rephrase that for you?” He narrows his eyes as words with the sting venom spit out of his mouth.

“Chúpame los cojones, perra.

“(Suck my balls, bitch.)Kira’s scream rips through the cell as she lashes out, boots slamming into his ribs again and again. He grunts but refuses to fold.

“Say it again!” she shrieks.She kicks him harder, her face twisted with fury. His breath comes ragged, but he doesn’t give her the satisfaction of a cry.

“Stop it!” I cry out, straining against the chains. “You’ll kill him!”

“Maybe I will,” Kira spits, her chest heaving. Then she stops, abruptly, her rage faltering into something else.Her breathing slows. A horrible, terrible smile creeps back onto her lips. Slowly, her head turns her head toward me, and my blood runs cold.

“Oh,” she whispers softly, dangerously. “It makes sense now. Hurting you hurts him more.

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“No-“My heart slams against my ribs.

Damion’s voice snaps sharp, filled with fire.

“Leave her alone!“Kira laughs, the sound chilling, and pulls a knife from her belt. The blade gleams under the dim light. She walks toward me slowly, every step deliberate, savoring my panic.

I shake my head furiously, pressing back against the wall. “Kira… Please–please don’t—“She crouches in front of me, the knife tilting casually in her hand. “Relax, princess. Just a little cut. Right… here.

“I

She raises the blade, drawing it in the air just beside my cheek. “Maybe across your pretty face. Would they even recognize you after?”

“Touch her and I’ll rip your throat out with my bare hands!” Damion glares, his voice breaking with fury. His chains rattle violently as he jerks against them.Kira throws her head back and laughs.

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“You? You can’t even stand.

“Her knife lifts higher. I squeeze my eyes shut and scream as the cold edge hovers close enough to feel its threat.

And then–stillness.

The knife never comes.Panting, I open my eyes slowly. The blade is frozen in place, mere inches from my face. Kira’s wrist is caught, her hand trembling against an iron grip.

“Kira whirls toward him, snarling. “Shut your filthy mouth-”

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