Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 53

**Chapter 53**

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**Aurora’s POV**

The abrupt sound of the front door crashing open jolts me from a deep slumber, sending my heart racing like a wild stallion in my chest.

I shoot upright in bed, my legs hopelessly ensnared in the tangled mess of my blanket, the fabric twisting around me like a cocoon. That noise—it’s unmistakable. It’s not the usual creaks and groans of the house settling; it’s something far more substantial, something familiar that sends a thrill of recognition through me.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I leap from the bed, disregarding the coolness of the floor beneath my bare feet as I dash down the hallway. The thud of my footsteps reverberates against the wooden floorboards, and I barely manage to steady myself on the last step, my hair a chaotic halo framing my face.

And then I see them. Raphael and Andrei. They stand just inside the doorway, bags slung over their shoulders, looking as if they’ve just returned from a grueling expedition. Their clothes are rumpled, and the exhaustion etched into their faces speaks volumes about the long day they’ve endured.

In that moment, I don’t think twice. I launch myself at them, my arms wrapping around Raphael first, squeezing him tightly as if he were a lifeline. The warmth radiating from his body is a comfort I’ve longed for. “I missed you too, sorellina,” he chuckles, his voice slightly hoarse yet filled with affection. “Easy now, or you’ll topple me over!”

“I’m not letting go just yet,” I murmur, my voice muffled against his shoulder, feeling the weight of my worries lift just a little.

Next, I turn to Andrei, who barely has time to set his bag down before I’m enveloping him in my embrace. I bury my face into the comforting fabric of his shirt, inhaling the familiar scent that feels like home. His arm encircles me, and with his other hand, he playfully ruffles my hair, a gesture that brings a smile to my lips.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his voice a soothing balm against the remnants of my sleep.

I nod against him, feeling the warmth of his presence seep into my skin, chasing away the lingering shadows of my dreams.

Andrei pulls back slightly, his gaze piercing through the haze of sleep that still clings to me. There’s a seriousness in his expression that feels out of place given how groggy I still am. “Now that we’re back,” he begins, his tone shifting to something more earnest, “we need to talk about something important.”

A flutter of anxiety twists in my stomach, a familiar sensation that I can’t quite shake.

“You’re going to start school again,” he says gently, as if the words could somehow soften the impact.

My eyes widen, disbelief washing over me like a cold wave. “Oh.” The reality of it sinks in, and my heart sinks with it. “Ew.”

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