Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 2

**The Unplaceable End by Austen 2**

**Chapter 2**

**Almost Welcome**

*Aurora’s POV*

Three days drift by in a haze.

They blend into one another, a blur of sterile white walls and the echo of quiet hallways. I can hardly recall the moments spent on the uncomfortable couch in the waiting area of the station, nor the tiny room where I find myself sleeping. It all feels like a dream—one I can’t quite grasp.

Each morning, Ms. Delaney checks in on me. Her voice is always soft, a gentle reassurance amidst the chaos of my thoughts. “Did you sleep okay?” she asks, her eyes searching mine as if hoping to uncover the hidden depths of my turmoil.

There’s a weight in her gaze, as if she yearns to share something more profound, something that lingers just beneath the surface.

Today, however, feels different. She knocks on the door, her presence almost electrifying as she steps inside, a folder clutched in her hands.

“Aurora,” she begins, her tone steady, “we got the DNA results back.”

I sit up straighter, my heart quickening, a tightness forming in my chest. She settles across from me, placing the folder down with a deliberate care that heightens my anxiety.

“It turns out… you have family. Two brothers. Adults. Their names are Andrei and Raphael.”

The words hang in the air, and I stare at her, disbelief washing over me. “…I have brothers?”

She nods, her expression a mix of empathy and hope.

“They didn’t know about you. But when I reached out to them, they didn’t hesitate. They’ve agreed to take you in. Legally. Permanently.”

A twist of emotion knots in my stomach. I had convinced myself that I was alone in this world, that no one was waiting for me.

Ms. Delaney continues, her voice soothing yet urgent.

“They’re based out of New York. We’ve arranged everything—they’re already on their way to meet you.”

I open my mouth to respond, but the words fail me, caught in my throat like a fish stranded on dry land.

She offers me a small, understanding smile, one that feels like a warm blanket on a cold night.

“I’ll be taking you to the airport. You’ll meet them at the terminal. And then… you’ll be going home with them.”

Home.

The concept feels foreign and surreal, like a word from a storybook I’ve never read.

Before I know it, I find myself at the airport, flanked by Ms. Delaney and the police officer who has been a quiet presence in my life.

**Chapter 2**

The airport envelops me in a cacophony of sounds—coffee brewing, metal clinking, and the hurried footsteps of travelers. Everything is moving too fast, too loud, and I feel like I’m drowning in it all.

I walk a step behind Ms. Delaney, gripping the straps of my backpack as if it were a lifeline. My sleeves are pulled over my hands, an instinctive shield against the world. My heart races, a relentless drumbeat of anxiety.

“Just through here,” she says gently, guiding me toward one of the waiting areas near the terminal.

I follow her, my sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, each sound amplifying my nervousness.

Suddenly, she stops, and I nearly collide with her.

I look up, and my breath catches in my throat. Two men stand just ahead, one tall and sharply dressed in all black, exuding an air of authority. The other is also tall but possesses a softer demeanor, his phone in hand as he glances our way.

“There they are,” Ms. Delaney announces, her voice steady.

I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest.

“They’re your brothers.”

The reality of her words crashes over me, and I feel as if my chest has shrunk to a size too small. My fingers dig into the fabric of my sleeve as I fight the urge to vanish into thin air.

They are… real.

And tall. And so composed, as if they’ve stepped out of a different realm entirely.

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