Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 33

**Dead Weight**

**Nico’s POV**

As I tread cautiously down the elongated, dimly lit corridor, the faint sound of shuffling reaches my ears, pulling my attention like a moth to a flame. My gaze drifts toward the library door, and there she is—Aurora.

She emerges from the shadows, resembling a specter from a chilling horror film, clutching a mug as if it were the last remnant of her existence. Her petite frame seems to shrink further with each passing day, a fragile silhouette adrift in a world that feels overwhelmingly vast and unwelcoming.

I halt, leaning against the cool wall, stealing a moment to observe her. She remains blissfully unaware of my presence, lost in her own turbulent thoughts, wrapped in a cocoon of isolation.

Not that I particularly care, honestly.

If anything, she’s just another hurdle in an already convoluted landscape, an unwelcome complication that no one asked for—a broken soul demanding attention while the rest of us are struggling to stay afloat in our own chaos.

Her eyes flit around the hallway like a timid puppy, filled with uncertainty, taking slow, cautious steps as if she believes that even her mere existence might provoke someone’s ire.

Which, if I’m being honest, isn’t too far from the truth.

I catch her muttering something under her breath, her voice barely rising above a whisper, barely audible against the oppressive silence.

“This place needs a GPS…”

I can’t help but roll my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief. Pathetic, really.

But then, from the far end of the hallway, a sharp voice slices through the air—Matteo.

His tone drips with cold irritation, laced with something darker, something that churns my stomach in discomfort.

Though I can’t catch the exact words, the contempt woven into his voice is unmistakable.

I hear Aurora’s soft, hesitant reply, her words almost swallowed by the heavy atmosphere that surrounds us.

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