Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 27

**Chapter 27**

**Paper Thin**

**Aurora’s POV**

When consciousness returns, it finds me enveloped in an unsettling stillness.

A silence so profound that it gnaws at the edges of my mind, making me acutely aware of an absence—an absence that feels hauntingly like myself.

Every inch of my body protests as I attempt to move, a dull ache radiating through me, as if I’ve been twisted inside out and hastily stitched back together, but not quite right.

With a reluctant sigh, I turn onto my side, my gaze landing on the wall, a blank canvas that reflects my own emptiness. My wrists throb with a sharp sting, a reminder of the struggles I’ve faced. My fingers twitch involuntarily, as if they’re trying to shake off the remnants of whatever ordeal I’ve endured.

Then, like a flash of lightning illuminating the darkness, memories invade my mind—the cold that seeped into my bones, the relentless rain that drummed against the pavement, the unsettling blue of my fingertips. And then there was the voice, a voice that I had come to despise a little less than usual. It belonged to him.

Leon.

In that moment, a wave of confusion washes over me. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t turn his back on me. He didn’t label me as weak again.

Instead, he scooped me up and carried me inside, as if I were someone of value.

What does that mean? What does any of this mean?

My stomach growls, a low rumble that reverberates through the stillness, a stark reminder of my neglect.

This discomfort is familiar, yet this time it cuts deeper, as if my body has finally decided to protest against the way I’ve treated it.

With a heavy sigh, I press my hands against my face, trying to block out the world.

The moment my bare feet touch the floor, a chill races up my spine.

I glance around, disoriented, unsure of the time or whether anyone else has emerged from the shadows of sleep. The thought of facing any of them is daunting, especially Leon. He witnessed everything—the fractures, the chaos, the fury, the blood.

He saw me.

With hesitant steps, I shuffle toward the bathroom, splashing water on my face, desperate to wash away the remnants of last night.

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