Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 145

Unseen

Nico’s POV

The wall’s taller than it looked from below.

Figures. Things always look manageable until you’e the one climbing them with wet gloves and bad life choices.My boots scrape against the concrete as I haul myself up, muscles screaming, The rope burns through my gloves, and my shoulder twinges like it’s personally offended by this

situation.

“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath, teeth gritted “Of course I’m the one who fucking fits. Screw these goddamn genetics. Couldn’t be six foot seven no–had to be the ‘small one.“”I can practically hear Jace laughing about it later. ‘Oh, look at Nico, built perfectly for breaking and entering–what a gift. ‘Yeah, bite me.

Thunder cracks overhead as rain patters against the wall. I grunt as the rain wets the wall, my grip slipping. As if following the storm like a mutt to its owner, the wind keeps trying to shove me off. My grip slips once, twice, but I catch myself, arms shaking.

Abs don’t fail me now.

Every grunt, every pull of my body upward burns, cooling with the rain, yet lighting again with each tug on the rope.When I finally hit the top, I swing a leg over and roll onto the roof. The metal rattles under my weight, echoing too loud. I freeze, waiting, holding my breath.Nothing. Just the hum of machinery far below and the steady beat of rain on steel.

Too quiet. Always too damn quiet before something goes wrong.

I press a finger to my earpiece. “I’m up,” I say, keeping my voice low.Static answers me.

“-Nico-“Andrei’s voice comes through, faint, breaking in and out like he’s underwater. “. don’t mov–hold posit–we’re still-“A high, shrill frequency rings through my earpiece, stabbing my ear like glass. “Cazzo,” I hiss, yanking it out.(St)“Oh, come on,” I glare. The sound fizzles, spits, then goes dead. “They’ve got blockers. Of course they’ve got blockers.

“These Russians love overdoing everything–walls guns, tech. Wouldn’t surprise me if the damn toilets in there had defense systems.

Andrei’s voice flickers again, ghostly through the satic.

“Nico–pull back–defen–You’r-“I sigh as I look into the hidden fortress of hot machinery and

cold rain.

“Guess I’m on my own then.

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I adjust the strap across my chest, scanning for the vent Matteo spotted. There top east corner. Rusted metal, bent open like it’s begging to be broken into.

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