Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 143

The sunlight. The wind. The dirt.

The ground feels alive. Cool and soft under my pals. The air tastes sweet, like rain and dust and something almost holy. I laugh – a raw, broken sound and sob at the same time. The sky stretches above me, endless and blue and blinding. For a heartbeat, it’s too much. I press my hand against my mouth, choking on air that finally feels real.

I roll onto my stomach and crawl back to the window. “Damion!” I whisper, voice shaking. “Come

on!“He looks up, a broken smile tugging at his face “Go.

“I blink down at him. “What?”

“Go, Aurora.

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His voice cracks. “Get out. I’m to heavy to pull up‘

“No.

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‘My answer comes fast, sharp. “I’m not leaving without you.

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“Aurora-”

“I said I’m not!” I twist, grabbing the edge of the window. “I’m not losing anyone else!”

I crawl forward, grass sticking to my knees, and then turn around onto my stomach, peering back

through the tiny opening.

“Damion!” I whisper. “Come on!“He hesitates, looking at my wrists.

“…Your hands-

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“Please,” I beg. “Take them. Please.

“He looks up at me, torn. I see it in his eyes – the fear of hurting me, of making it worse. But beneath that, there’s something else. Hope. Desperation. Years of being trapped pressed behind

that one look.Slowly, he reaches up.

“I said I wouldn’t leave without you,” I whisper, tears streaming down my face. “Come on, Dami.

“Something in his face softens at the nickname. He nods once. “Okay, Estrella,” he murmurs.

“Okay.

“He grabs my hands as gently as he can. Pain explores through me, white–hot and blinding, but I bite down on the scream clawing its way up my throat. I pull. My arms shake violently; my wrists feel like they’re splitting apart again. But I don’t stop.

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“Aurora “he gasps, trying to pull back

“I’m not letting go!” I sob

“You have to stop!” he gasps. “You’ll hurt yourself”

“Damion lets out a broken laugh beside me. “Yeah, he says softly, “Y

“He turns, his arm slipping around me, pulling me close. His chest shakes against my shoulder. “Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “You got me out. After so many… I didn’t think I’d ever

“He pulls back slightly, his forehead pressing to mine. His eyes–those eyes that used to be dull, empty- are bright now. The green in them catches the sunlight, like dew drops on grass in the new spring. He looks… so happy.

Is this what he must’ve looked like? Before he was taken? You let me see the sky again,” he grins, a laugh escaping his throat.My throat tightens. I smile, grinning up at him.

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