Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 82

Stars Refuse To Blink by Asa River Knox 82 Summary

In the chapter “Brothers Punishment” from “Stars Refuse To Blink,” the atmosphere is charged with tension as Luka, Nico, and Matteo enter Andrei’s office, each displaying different emotions. Luka embodies defiance, while Nico approaches the situation with a playful attitude, contrasting with Matteo’s quiet unease. Andrei, the authoritative figure, commands them to sit, and the oppressive silence that follows amplifies the gravity of their impending confrontation. His judgmental gaze scrutinizes each brother, hinting at the serious consequences of their actions.

Andrei’s disappointment becomes evident as he confronts the brothers about their treatment of Aurora, their sister. He emphasizes the importance of family, asserting that loyalty and protection are paramount, regardless of blood ties. Luka and Nico dismiss Andrei’s sentiments, revealing their disdain for Aurora, which only fuels Raphael’s anger as he chastises them for their cruelty. The emotional weight of the conversation escalates when Raphael accuses them of using silence as a weapon against her, leaving Matteo feeling the burden of his inaction.

As punishment for their behavior, Andrei enforces strict training rules, stripping them of their phones and freedom. His calm yet terrifying demeanor underscores the seriousness of their consequences, and Raphael’s menacing warning about further harm to Aurora adds a layer of fear. The brothers’ reactions range from resentment to reluctant acceptance, with each grappling with the implications of their actions. The tension culminates in a moment of unity in their punishment, highlighting the complex dynamics of brotherhood and loyalty.

The chapter concludes with the brothers exiting the office, burdened by the weight of their punishment and the uncertainty of whether they will learn from their mistakes. Raphael’s weary sigh reflects the emotional toll of the confrontation, while Andrei’s silence suggests his own doubts about their ability to change. The tray of confiscated items symbolizes their loss of freedom and the harsh reality of their actions, leaving readers with a sense of foreboding about the future of their relationships.

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**TITLE: Stars Refuse To Blink by Asa River Knox**
**Brothers Punishment**

The imposing office door closed with a resonant, final click, echoing through the tense air. Luka strode in, his posture radiating defiance, the very essence of rebellion etched across his features. Following closely behind him was Nico, a smirk playing on his lips, a playful glint in his eyes that suggested he viewed the situation as nothing more than a game. Last to enter was Matteo, the quiet observer, his expression a mask of unreadability, yet the stiffness of his shoulders betrayed his unease.

Andrei sat behind his desk, a figure of authority, as still as a statue carved from stone, his gaze unyielding. A glass of whiskey, untouched and glimmering in the soft lamplight, sat beside him, a testament to his calm demeanor. In the shadows by the window, Raphael stood silently, arms crossed, his eyes sharp and piercing like a blade poised for action, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

“Sit.” The command was simple, devoid of anger, yet it struck them like a thunderclap, reverberating in the stillness of the room.

One by one, they complied, settling into their seats. The silence that followed was thick and oppressive, hanging heavily in the air, wrapping around them like a suffocating shroud.

Andrei’s gaze swept over them, lingering on each brother in turn. His expression was inscrutable, yet it felt as if he were passing judgment upon their very souls.

“Voi tre avete perso completamente il cervello,” he remarked, his tone almost casual, as if discussing the weather. (“You three have completely lost your minds.”)

Luka scoffed, slumping deeper into his chair as if trying to disappear into the upholstery. Nico mirrored his disdain, crossing his arms defiantly. Matteo, on the other hand, remained silent, his tension palpable, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“Do you think we’re blind?” Andrei’s voice dropped to a dark whisper, slicing through the silence. The question hung in the air, heavy and accusatory, yet none of them dared to respond.

“Be glad that I waited until Aurora was out of the house to talk to you about this. Even with all of you hating her, she can’t bear to see anyone hurt.” He rubbed his temple with his fingers, frustration evident in his gestures.

“Lei non è un ospite in questa casa. È nostra sorella.” (“She is not a guest in this house. She is our sister.”)

Luka rolled his eyes, dismissing the sentiment. “She’s not our sister.”

Andrei remained unmoved, his expression as stoic as ever.

“You think family is just blood?” Raphael interjected, his voice calm yet laced with an underlying tension. “La famiglia è chi scegli di proteggere.” (“Family is who you choose to protect.”)

“Yeah? And I choose not to protect her,” Nico spat, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. Luka nodded in agreement, echoing his brother’s sentiments.

“You think that what you did is okay?” Raphael’s tone softened, but the intensity of his gaze bore into them. “You two hurt her more than you can ever imagine.” His eyes flicked to Matteo, disappointment etched in his features. “And you stood by. Quiet. Watching.”

“If we didn’t have so many injuries in the med center due to the Russian attacks, I would’ve been with Aurora sooner and been here to beat your asses.” The words were a punch to the gut, and Matteo clenched his jaw, the weight of Raphael’s disappointment heavy upon him.

“Il silenzio è un’arma. E tu l’hai usata contro di lei.” (“Silence is a weapon. And you used it against her.”)

Nico leaned back, an air of defiance still clinging to him. “What’s this, a guilt trip?”

Andrei stood, deliberate and composed, a calm presence that was nonetheless terrifying. He opened a drawer behind his desk and pulled out a small tray, placing it on the table—empty, yet it seemed to pulse with an ominous energy, waiting for something to be deposited within.

“Phones. Keys. Now.”

The boys blinked in confusion, the command catching them off guard.

“What?” Luka shot back, his voice sharper than intended.

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