Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 152

Run Little Murderer

Aurora’s POV

The world is burning.Smoke claws at my throat as we run–boots pounding over broken concrete, through ash and splintered wood. The air reeks of blood and gasoline. Every breath tastes like fire.Nico’s ahead of me, a blur of motion and violence. He moves like a storm, fast and brutal, each shot cracking through the night. Damion’s beside him, silent, efficient–two shadows cutting down anything that moves.

I’m…Useless.Weak.Pathetic.

I stumble over debris, lungs screaming, vision swimming from the smoke and pain. My wrists

throb–skin torn, blood crusted and raw–but I don’t stop. I can’t.

“Stay close!” Damion voice cracks over the chaos.

I nod, barely. My heartbeat’s too loud. The ground shakes again from a secondary blast, shards of glass raining from above. I duck behind what’s left of a wall, coughing so hard I can taste iron.

And then-

a hand seizes my arm.

The pain hits like lightning.

I scream–ragged and helpless–as I’m yanked backward by my mangled wrists. My knees hit the ground, hard. Dust bursts up around me. My breath stutters, sharp and terrified, as I twist—and freeze.Kira.She’s standing there, bloody, shaking, her face half–shadowed by flamelight. There’s blood smeared across her cheek, a gash under her eye, but it’s her eyes that stop me cold–wild,

bright, and empty all at once.

“Did you really think,” she spits, voice trembling with fury, “that you could fucking escape?”

“Kira-” My voice cracks. “I don’t- No, please-“Her laugh is sharp and broken. “I knew I should’ve killed you. From the moment you fucking entered that school, I should’ve put a bullet right through that fucking brain of yours.

“I shake my head, crawling back, palms slipping in blood and dust. “No, I never-”

“Shut up!” she screams, and the sound is unhinged–too raw, too inhuman. Her whole body trembles as she raises the gun. “You ruined everything! You think they actually care about you? You’re nothing, Aurora! Nothing!“Then she tilts he head, a sneer playing on her cracked lips as her voice stills. “I let you live. A mistake, perhaps. But now–you’re dead.

“I try to twist, dig my heels into the rubble, but my strength is gone. She’s overpowering me with

“She shoves me harshly against the wall, pain exploding along my ribs as my head meets the wall

I taste blood. My mind screams as my body protests, I can’t die here. I can’t. Adrenaline surges despite my weakness. My hands flail, desperate, fingers clawing at her arms, the gun–anything. I think of Nico, Damion, the chaos, the fire–and I have to survive.

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