Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

“It’s not enough,” Damion whispers, his voice cracking. “Aurora, it’s not enough.

“Panic claws at my ribs. My eyes dart around the cell. Stone walls. Rust. Nothing. Nothing.

Then–A bolt.Half–sunk into the wall. Rusted around the edges. Holding the chain.My heart

stutters.

I crawl toward it. The knife clatters once before I grab it again, my fingers slick with blood.

“Estrella-” Damion starts, voice sharp with panic

“Help me,” I whisper.

“No, just― just go—‘

“I’m not leaving you!” It bursts out of me before I can stop it. My throat hurts. “Please, help me.

“He swallows hard, then nods.He grabs the chain near the bolt, pulling it tight to give me leverage. I wedge the blade into the tiny gap between the bolt and the wall. My mutilated wrists shake so badly I almost drop it.

The voices outside rise — a barked order, then another laugh. My stomach flips.

I press down. Hard.Pain roars up my arms. The knife creaks. Blood smears down the hilt. My whole body trembles.

The bolt doesn’t move.

I bite down on a sob, press harder. “Come on…‘

”

Dust dribbles down the wall.

“Try-,” Damion says hoarsely. “Try again. Do it again.

“The knife bends. My hands slip. I press harder, my weight falling forward, shoulders screaming, broken wrists grating. My breath comes out in shallow, gasping bursts.

The voices outside stop, their footsteps once again pacing.Left.Right.Left.Right.

I sob as Damion uses one arm to support my waist, his other arm shaking as he pulls on his chain.

“Oh no,” Damion hisses, eyes huge. “Aurora-“I posh so hard my vision blurs. Tears sting my eyes. My wrists shake so violently it feels like they’re going to come apart.

Then

–

a crack.

The bolt shifts.

Dust and bits of stone rain down on Damion’s wrists. Again. I press again. The knife screams against the metal, my arms shaking so badly I can barely hold it. My breath comes in short, wild

sobs.

“Por favor, Dios… gracias, por favor, déjanos salir.. déjanos vivir… por favor…”

(Please, God… thank you, please let us get out… let us live… please…)His forehead presses into the crook of my neck, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.He says it over and over until his voice dissolves completely.

I can feel him trembling. His tears soak through my shirt, and my own start falling before I even

realize it.

I turn slightly, just enough to see him – his face hidden in my shoulder, his arms locked around me like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered. “We’re really out,” I whisper, voice shaking.

“You’re free.

“He shakes his head, still clinging to me. “Not yet, he murmurs, voice muffled. “But… almost.

“His hands tightens around mine, both of them bloodied and raw. But somehow gently around my

hurt wrists.

I nod, resting my head against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of dirt and rust and something that almost feels like hope.

For the first time, the silence doesn’t feel like a cage. It feels like the breath right before freedom.

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