Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 42

**Just Stay**

**Aurora’s POV**

Leon’s fingers wrap gently around my wrist, a touch so tender that it feels almost surreal, especially in the midst of the storm raging within me. This is the wrist that isn’t thumping with pain, yet I can’t seem to shake the tremors that have gripped my entire being. My body quivers, but it’s not the cold grip of fear that causes this shivering. No, this time it’s something far more intense and consuming.

It’s anger.

Fury courses through my veins like a wildfire, igniting each thought one after another, creating a blaze of memories that I cannot escape.

Nico. I can still feel the way he seized me, as if I were nothing more than a disposable object, a mere toy to be discarded at will. The cruel words he spat at me, calling me a dog, echo in my mind like a relentless taunt, a harsh reminder of how worthless I am in his eyes.

Then there’s Jace. His voice boomed with a sharpness that resonated in my ears, pushing me until I shattered into pieces. I can still feel the sting of his words, cutting through my resolve like a knife slicing through flesh, leaving me raw and exposed.

Luka stands out in my thoughts, a figure of disdain who locks me out as if I were unworthy of even a moment of his precious time. His sneer, that condescending look, was a silent accusation, telling me that I deserved every ounce of pain that had come my way.

Matteo, with his venomous tongue, has left behind a trail of hurt that lingers like a bitter aftertaste. Each cruel remark felt like a dagger aimed straight at my heart, and I can’t help but feel the weight of his disdain pressing down on me.

And Leon… oh, Leon. Why does he have to awaken a yearning for forgiveness within me? Why does his presence stir something deep inside that I thought had long been extinguished?

Raphael and Andrei drift through my thoughts like haunting specters, their absence a painful reminder of their betrayal. They left me behind, as if this place were a sanctuary, as if they could trust the very people who have caused me so much anguish to care for me.

But more than anything…

I’m furious with myself.

For being so shattered, so foolish, so painfully silent.

Tears slip down my cheeks, warm and unwelcome, but I refuse to let out a sob. I won’t give them the satisfaction of witnessing my complete breakdown. There’s nothing left to say, no words that could encapsulate the depth of my despair.

Leon guides me into a room—his room, I assume. I’ve never set foot in here before, but the scent is unmistakable: a blend of his cologne, the richness of leather, and an underlying whiff of something burnt, as if he has battled with a lighter, a small reminder of his imperfections.

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