The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

13 – The Playground

Jason POV

Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz

What is that incessant sound?

Buzz Buzz Buzz. Buzz

In my barely conscious state I snuggle closer to the warmth surrounding me. It took me a moment to

remember that I had Aurora snuggled against my bare chest. I smile to myself thinking about how well

she did with her first punishment.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I can make out a few grunts, clearly all of us are starting to get agitated by that noise. I take a deep

breath through my nose, inhaling Aurora’s calming vanilla scent in her hair.

“Speak.” 1 hear Kai state. His voice is definitely deeper and a little groggy.

Kai hums sleepily in response. I am definitely more awake now, but I am not making any moves to get

up, feeling perfectly content.

“Hm. Take them to the Playground. We will be there soon.” Okay, now my interest has peaked.

I open my eyes, blinking a few times to clear my vision. I see Kai sitting on the edge of the bed, his

sculpted naked back is littered in colorful tattoos. He hung up his phone after a few more minutes of

idle chatting.

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“What’s going on?” My voice is gruff and scratchy after waking up. It was by far the best nap I have

ever had. I look at the wall clock and see we have been asleep for about three hours now. I didn’t think

I would actually fall into a slumber, but I did. I clear my throat a bit and raise my head off the pillow.

Aurora is still sound asleep in my arms; her angelic face looks so peaceful even though I can still see

the dry track marks from her salty tears.

Charlie and Ben start to stir around me.

“That was Thomas. His team found three of the guys who helped with the Germany raid. They will be at

the playground in about 2 hours.” Kai says, still half asleep. He looks over his shoulder at me and eyes

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Aurora. His usual stoic face shines brightly, he eyes glisten with a mix of mischief and adoration.

Kai gets up and walks over to the bench and grabs his clothes, putting on his pants on before leaving

and shutting the door softly behind him.

Charlie is now awake and lightly stretching. I disentangle myself from Aurora, being careful not to wake

her. I lightly hit Ben a few times before he was conscious.

“We

to get up. We have a playdate at the playground.” I say while I scoot myself to the foot of the bed. I get

up, stretch my aching muscles before heading to the bench and grabbing my own clothes and heading

towards the door.

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“I’ll put Aurora in her room.” Ben says sweetly. I look behind me and see Ben stroking Aurora’s head

softly. Charlie is

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sitting at the foot of the bed, trying to wake up. I nod my head and exit out of the Playroom, shutting the

door behind

I head down the hall to my room and using the keypad in the hidden wall panel. I input my code and

listen for the familiar click sound, unlocking my sacred space.

Once I enter, the soft amber glow of my black modem wall fixtures slowly brightens. I throw my clothes

in the grey Laundry basket by the door. My room is probably the size of a two–bedroom apartment. The

center of my room has a huge California King bed with a tall modern black headboard. The bed sits

about four feet off the ground. I have deep royal blue satin sheets with about twee black and blue

accent pillows on the neatly made bed on top of a cloud like black comforter. I have sleek black

matching end tables against each side of the bed and a massive black shag rug. I have a floor to the

ceiling bookshelf across the whole right–side wall, every shelf filled and a black leather sitting area in

front of it. I have a massive 75–inch television on the wall across from my bed.

I walk to my left and enter my bathroom. The white and black marble shines brightly against the harsh

white

florescent lighting. I quickly strip my boxers and enter my shower. The shower is big enough to fit at

least five large people comfortably.

When I am done, I grab the heated oversized towel and wipe myself dry. I walk into my adjoining closet

and pick out an all–black Armani suit and matching dress shoes. I picked out a silver Rolex watch and

matching silver cufflinks and

some Ray–Ban sunglasses that I put in my front pocket. I quickly run my hands through my hair with a

little gel. making sure I look good in front of the mirror

I make sure to grab my phone, keys, pocketknife, and then I tuck my favorite pearl handle gun in my

waistband before leaving my room

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I see Charlie leaving his room at the same time. We make our way down to the main entrance, Kai is

waiting in the foyer, typing away on his phone and talking in German the Ettle Bluetooth earpiece

glowing in ear. He is wearing his black Armani suit. When he sees us, be hangs up his phone and

takes out his earpiece.

“Ready Boss?” He says sarcastically. He knows I hate it when he calls me that. I just shake my head

and head to the door, opening it and pulling out my sunglasses, putting them on and strutting to the

waiting Black SUVs. We have a caravan of five cars with our usual 20–man security team, armed and

dangerous. I got in the back seat along with Charlie and Kai. Ben hurriedly enters the car minutes later,

his hair still glistening wet from his shower.

“Did you take care of our girl?” Charlie asks Ben Ben est nods and goes on his phone like the rest of us

while we make the 45–minute trip to our favorite torture bois – The Playground.

16 hours later…”

“AHHHHHHH!” The blood curdling scream comes out of one of our latest victims. He is a bloody mess,

quite literally too. His swollen purple face is barely becognizable as a face, thick red blood covers every

inch of exposed shin. His once

neat white shirt and blue jeans are now various shades of red and hanging in rags around his hanging

body.

Kai just put the blowtorch to his latest cuts. Lai bad practically peeled his stin along his ribcage very

slowly and now we are cauterizing it. If you don’t stop the bleeding, they die too quidch

The other two buffoons are paised out, equally bloody and hanging limply by their dislocated arms from

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