Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 144

Aurora’s POV

The engines roar to life–a low, rolling growl that vibrates through the concrete streets. Tires screech against wet asphalt as the convoy of black SUVS peels out, headlights slicing through the gloom. Inside each car, hands grip wheels tight, adrenaline surging through every vein.

“Check the east flank,” Andrei orders, voice hoarse but commanding. “I want eyes on all possible

entries and exits.

“The convoy slows as the building looms into view massive, dark, and silent. Leon steps out first, boots crunching on wet gravel. His breath fogs in the cold air as his eyes widen.

“Merda…”

he mutters. “It’s a fucking fortress.

“The building is enormous–an abandoned textile mill turned into a steel tomb. Every window is barricaded with thick, welded plates. No light escapes. No shadows move. No one could see in–or

out.

A wall, taller than they imagined, stretches outward, cutting off the street completely. Rain slicks down its surface, reflecting the faint orange glow of the dying sun.

“Holy shit…”

Luka breathes, voice low. “Look at all that.

“Jace lets out a shaky, almost hysterical laugh. “Yeah, there’s no way in without getting shredded.

“Nico whistles under his breath. “Did they know we were coming?”

“No,” Andrei mutters, eyes scanning the structures perimeter. “They planned for anyone. Look –“He points to the windows. “They sealed it from the inside.

“Matteo’s already on the move, setting his laptop on the hood of the car, fingers flying over the keys. “Thermal’s useless–too much heat interference from machinery. I’m sending the drone.

“Andrei nods once. “Do it.

“The small black drone lifts into the air, rotors slicing through the silence. The brothers watch as it rises into the dark, nearly invisible. Matteo’s scree flickers with static before stabilizing into a

bird’s–eye view.

“Holy shit,” Jace mutters, eyes glued to the live feel.

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The camera tilts revealing a wall stretching across the property, taller and thicker than they realized. It cuts the inner section completely from ew. The drone glides over a small courtyard, maneuvering closer.Out of the corner of his eye, Mateo catches something–two small figures stumbling across the corner of the frame. He blinks looks again–nothing.

“I must be losing it from sleep deprivation,” he muters under his breath.

“Holy shit nuggets,” Jace blurts.Leon snorts, biting back a laugh. “Did you just say nuggets?”

“Shut up,” Jace fires back. “It’s called stress humor

“And then they all see it–beyond that inner wall.

An entire line of armed Russian men. Not ten. Not twenty. Closer to a hundred.

They’re stationed shoulder–to–shoulder, rifles in hand, vests strapped, eyes scanning the

perimeter like wolves.

“They’re guarding something heavy,” Raphael says quietly, leaning over Matteo’s shoulder.

“That’s not standard protection. That’s a barricade.

“Andrei exhales through his nose, sharp and low. “We can’t risk a blast. Aurora could be anywhere

in there.

“Luka clenches his jaw. “So what, we just stand here and wait?“Leon glares. “You want to charge in and get blown to pieces? Be my guest.

“Luka’s already turning on him, mouth open to snap back–but Matteo cuts in before the

argument sparks.

“Wait,” he says sharply.

Everyone looks to him.On the drone’s feed, the camera pans up–across the roof, along the walls- until it catches a small break in the top corner of the far side. A ventilation shaft, half–rusted, bent just enough to show the faint flicker of air movement inside.Matteo zooms in. “There. Top east

side. It’s not much–but it’s open.

“Back to the plan, guys,” Matteo snaps, exasperated.Leon claps him on the shoulder. “Yes, dear brother. Forgive our undiagnosed ADHD asses.

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