Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160

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Aurora’s POV

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The second I wake up, all I hear is screaming in my room.Not the dangerous kind the stupid kind.Jace–and–Leon–level, unholy banshee screeching.

“MERRY GRINCHMAS RORA! “I jolt upright so fast almost fly out of bed.Jace is on my left, shaking fistfuls of confetti like a deranged piñata.

Leon is on my right, blasting a party horn directly into my ear like he’s trying to summon demons.

I screech, flail, and immediately fall off my bed – my legs wrapped in my blanket like a cursed

burrito.

I hit the floor with a dramatic thud.

“Ugh… my head…”

I groan, tangles in my blanket.

“Good morning to you too!”

Jace cackles.

Leon grabs the edge of my blanket and starts dragging me across the floor.

“Come on, up! Rise and shine, Cindy Lou!”

I cling to my nightstand for dear life.

“Just five more minutesssss-!”

That’s when the door opens.Raphael walks in.

Freezes.

Takes in the scene:Jace posing on my bed like a Victorian princess.

Leon dragging my limp body like a crime scene clean–up gone wrong.

Me, clutching furniture like I’m resisting arrest.Raphael lifts one eyebrow – that judgy, half–amused one he saves especially for us.

“What,” he asks, “are you two doing?”

“Celebrating!” Leon beams.

“Assaulting a child,” I correct from the floor.Jace ops a Santa hat onto my head while I’m still

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horizontal.

“She loves us.”

“Lies-”

I start.

Before I can finish my VERY justified protest, Leon gasps and looks up at Jace.

“Wait, I have an idea.”

“No-“I say instantly.

“Yes,” Jace says at the same time, already excited.

“No. Absolutely not. Whatever it is- NO-“But Leon has already grabbed the end of my blanket

burrito.

“Behold,” he announces proudly, “Aurora, the human sled.”

That’s when I hear Raphael’s voice break in as he raises his eyebrow again at Leon.

“Leonel Russo, don’t you dare-”

He dares.

He yanks me out of my room like I weigh the same as a grocery bag.

“LEON!!!” I shriek as my wrapped body scrapes across the hallway floor.

“It’s tradition!” he lies confidently.

“That is NOT a tradition-!”

“Since last year, hell yeah it is!” Jace cheers, running ahead like a hype man.Raphael is following behind us with his face in his hands.

We reach the top of the stairs.

Leon brightens.

“Perfect slope.”

“NO. LEON. LEON, I AM A HUMAN- NOT A WINTER SPORT-”

Too late.

Jace salutes me from the bottom of the stairs.

“I will have you all know…”

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