Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 154

Aurora’s POV

Fire cats everything. The walls, the air, the night–all burns. The smoke is so thick it feels alive, clawing down my throat, filling my lungs until I can barely breathe. Every step is a stumble through heat and chaos.Nico’s hand grabs my wrist, dragging me forward through the smoke. Damion’s beside him, gun flashing with every shot. The sound is deafening–metal and thunder and screaming.

“Move!” he yells, voice hoarse from the smoke.

I try. I really do. My legs shake, my ribs ache, and my lungs feel shredded, but I run because they do. Because stopping means dying.

Gunfire cracks through the air again. The sound ricochets off the walls, so close I can feel it in my

bones. Shouts in Russian echo from somewhere ahead, harsh and furious.

I duck, flinching as bullets bite into the walls beside me. Dust rains from above.What is happening?

My heartbeat won’t slow. My mind can’t catch up.

They’re just boys. My friend. My brother. And yet–They move like soldiers.Nico reloads without looking, quick, smooth, like it’s muscle memory. Damion doesn’t even flinch when he fires again, his aim steady, his eyes calm.Questions that never appeared come to my mind, even in its dazed, broken state.How do they know how to do this?“Go left!” Nico barks, cutting through the chaos.We dart down what’s left of a hallway, half–collapsed and burning. Flames crawl up the walls, turning everything orange and gold. My hair sticks to my face, wet from sweat and rain.

The floor shakes as another explosion rocks the building. Dust rains down from above, chunks of ceiling falling like ash. I hit the ground hard, vision swimming.

“Go!” Nico shouts over the chaos. “Cortez–get her out of here!”

“I’m trying!” Damion yells back, shooting at something in the dark. “They’ve got the exits blocked!“My ears ring. I can barely hear them anymore.

Someone screams. Someone else doesn’t stop.

And then-

They’re gone.

Dragged into the storm of shouting and smoke and gunfire by men as dangerous as their weapons.

Their figures disappear behind broken walls and falling embers.

And I’m-

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alone.

The air is too hot. The fire too close.

I can hear it breathing–hissing and crackling as it rawls toward me, greedy and alive.

Like it remembers me.

Like it remembers how it tasted me before.

I stumble backward, chest heaving, tears cutting clean lines through the soot on my face.

“Please please stop-” I whisper to nothing, to everything, to the fire, to the ghosts.

It roars back, a wall of orange swallowing the hall.My knees buckle. I hit the ground again. The

smoke claws at my lungs. My vision blurs.

I can’t breathe. I can’t move.

And then-“Aurora!“The voice cuts through everything.

Sharp. Familiar. Real.

I freeze.

That voice-

I know that voice.

I know it better than my own heartbeat.My head jerks up, wild, desperate, ignoring the pain that

echoes through my bones.

“…Leon?” I gasp out, the name catching on my tongue.

The fires surge around me me, throwing light across the hall. I turn, eyes wide, chest aching-

And there, through the smoke and flames, I see him-

Running toward me, yelling something I can’t hear his face streaked with blood and fury and relief

all at once.

“Aurora!” he shouts again, voice breaking. “Don’t move! I’ve got you–just stay there!“My lips tremble. “Leon…?“He’s running toward me, pushing through rubble and flame, his coat torn, his gun slung over his shoulder. The second our eyes meet, everything else disappears. The screams, the smoke, the fire–it all just falls away.

“Leon…”

I choke out, voice trembling, the word barely escaping. He’s close. So close. Just a few feet away

now.

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“Don’t move!” he yells. “Aurora, stay there!”

But my body doesn’t listen. It never listens when it’s him.Not when desperation clings to me like a shadow. Not when my heart feels like it’ll shatter any minute now.My legs stumble forward, every step heavy and unsteady, the ground shuddering beneath me.

“Leon!” I manage to choke out. My vision swims, blurred by smoke and tears. “Leon–!“But the air is still thick with fire and debris. My lungs can’t find oxygen. I cough, stumble, crawl–palms burning as they drag across the scorched floor.My body won’t stop shaking.

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