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.

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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

“And suddenly, I forget how much my hands hurt.

The sound of his breath. The soft touch of his skingainst mine. The faint smile tugging at his lips.

And I swear–for a second–the world stops. His green eyes meet mine, soft and bright even in this half–lit corner, and I feel something flutter in my chest, something wild and unfamiliar. My heart is pounding too fast, my cheeks burning, and I hate that he notices, that he probably sees the way I

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can’t stop staring.

Then my gaze flickers to Nico.He’s watching me–still, silent–and for the first time since I’ve known him, there’s something different in his eyes Something that makes my throat tighten.Pride.Not the kind that comes with arrogance or anger–but quiet. Genuine. Real.

As if the pride he felt… is towards me.

And it hits harder than it should.

Because I’ve spent my whole life hiding–from the yelling, from the hands that hurt, from the fear that never stopped. Nobody ever looked at me like that. Yes, the others held love in their eyes–I knew that and I was grateful–but this?No one had ever looked proud of me before.

The realization burns through me so suddenly I almost choke on it. My chest tightens, and before I can stop it, tears start to gather in my eyes–small, shaky things I try to blink away.

But I can’t.

The tears gather as a watery smile takes over my face, my tears threatening to spill.

Because for the first time in forever… someone’s proud of me.