Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 67

**Chapter 67: Hide And Seek**

**Aurora’s POV**

A whirlwind of panic propels me forward, yet I have no clear destination in mind; all I know is that I must escape. My legs quiver beneath me, a betraying tremor that matches the frantic rhythm of my racing heart. Each breath I manage to draw is jagged, like shards of glass scraping against my throat, and an unbearable tightness constricts my chest as if a vice has clamped down on me. The echo of my own scream reverberates through my mind, a haunting reminder of the terror that drives me onward. I can’t afford to pause, not even for a second.

As I round a corner, the unexpected impact of colliding with a warm body jolts me from my chaotic thoughts.

“Whoa!” A startled gasp escapes my lips as gentle hands grasp my arms, steadying my erratic movements.

It’s not one of them. Thank the stars, it’s a maid. Lina. In her mid-twenties, she possesses kind eyes that reflect an inner strength, and her presence feels like a lifeline in this moment of turmoil. Always soft-spoken and compassionate, she regards me with concern, her expression a mirror of the terror etched across my own face. I can feel my body trembling like a fragile leaf caught in a tempest.

“Miss Aurora-?” Her voice is a soothing balm, yet I flinch, as if she has shouted my name in alarm.

“I—please,” I stammer, my voice barely a whisper, breathless and fractured. “Please don’t tell them. Please don’t tell my brothers. I—I can’t— I just need—please—” My knees buckle beneath me, and I collapse into her embrace, seeking solace in her warmth. She holds me tightly, her arms wrapping around me like a protective cocoon, shielding me from the chaos that swirls outside.

“It’s alright,” she murmurs softly, her voice a gentle lullaby that cuts through the storm in my mind. “I’ve got you, Miss Aurora. You’re safe with me.”

A sob escapes my throat, raw and unrestrained. My fingers clutch at her sleeve, as if it were the only tangible thing grounding me in this moment of chaos. Lina’s gaze flickers toward the hallway, where voices rise and footsteps rush with urgency. The sound of my brothers searching for me sends a fresh wave of panic through my veins. She makes a swift decision.

“Quick,” she whispers, her tone urgent yet calm. “In here.”

With a gentle but firm hand, she guides me into a side pantry, closing the door softly behind us. I crouch down, desperately trying to steady my breathing, wiping at the tears that streak my face. But inside, everything feels like it’s collapsing, the weight of the world pressing down on me. Outside, chaos reigns, and I can hear the voices of my brothers growing louder.

“What was that scream?”

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