Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 150

Why can’t I be stronger? Why can’t I move faster? Why can’t I be like Andrei Kira, who never looks scared no matter what happens?

or Luka

–

or even

My chest tightens. I swallow hard, ignoring the sting in my eyes. Stop it. Keep going.

The air gets colder as I climb. My fingers tremble. The rain feels heavier up here, pounding against my back like it wants me to fall. I try not to look down—but I do.

The ground blurs beneath me. Nico and Damion lock impossibly small, both of them staring up,

motionless shadows in the dark. The wind rushes past my ears.

I freeze. My breath stutters. My whole body locks up.No. No. NotIt’s too high.

It’s too high.

The edges of my vision start to tilt as the wall sways – or maybe that’s me. My grip tightens until my knuckles go white.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

And then-

I see it.

Home.

The bright kitchen where the maids hum while they cook. Where Raphael is always making his smoothies that he insists are the healthiest thing for them, but everyone despises with a passion. The sun spilling through the curtains of my room, dust floating like glitter in the air. The sketchbook on my desk, pages half–filled with messy pencil lines.

The warmth of it hits so hard it makes my throat ache.

I can almost feel it.

The way hugs feel at home.

The way laughter sounds when no one’s afraid.

I want to go home.

I take a shuddering breath, forcing my eyes open. “You’re almost there,” I whisper again. “Don’t

stop now.

“One more step. Then another.My hands shake as my wrists threaten to snap then and there, but I

keep going.

Chapter 150

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Finally finally -I reach the top edge of the wall My arms are trembling so badly I can barely lift one hand from the stone, but I manage to pull the necklace free from my pocket. The silver glints weakly in the rain, cold against my palm. My chest heaving. My vision’s blurry. I hold it tight, so tight it digs into my skin.

“Please,” I breathe. “Please work.

I press the necklace to my lips, rain dripping from my chin, my whole body shaking. My feet finally hit the ground, and for a second, my knees almost give out. They’re shaking so badly I have to grab the wall just to steady myself. My hands sting, raw and scraped, the tiny cuts burning like fire–but

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