The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

72 - Let the Fun Begin Aurora POV “Oh. My. GAWD! JASON?” | turn around with everyone else. A very tall, super skinny blonde chick with huge boobs, designer sunglasses that match her fire red skintight, too short booty dress and matching stilettos comes walking frantically over to us with a few retail bags on her arm.

She practically throws herself into Jason's arms and gives him a smoldering kiss.

Jason, shocked to say the least, forcefully puts his hands on her hips and pulls away from her.

“Charity” Jason says through his teeth.

“Babyyyyy” she whines. Oh sweet, spoiled avocados, her voice makeswant to vomit. | would rather listen to nails on a chalkboard. “I have seen you in forever! I've sent you like a million texts and pictures and called you, but you don’t respond,” she continues to whine.

Jason just looks at her, his eyes furrowed. “Charity. We were never a thing. You were a decent fuck when | needed a release. Nothing more. Now get lost.” Ouch. That hurt her ego.

“You don’t mean that baby” she tries to seduce him sweetly, touching his muscled arms. | have this crazy urge to punch her.

He forcefully removes her hands and raises his eyebrows.

She then looks atand | swear if she could command flames with her eyes to makecombust, | would be burnt toast by now.

“You got a new toy is that it? She's not even pretty to hurl my breakfast.

You know we are meant to be together...” | roll my eyes and try not “Fuck off Charity.” Jason says and tums us around and we leave her to stew in her own bubble.

For the next three hours, we go from store to store. They pick out all sorts of things, practically a whole new wardrobe and all with four figure price tags. We spent a good hour in Victoria Secrets. They insisted | model everything in the store.

As sof the guards take the latest bags to the cars, | spot the food court. My tummy grumbles at that cract moment tellingshe is hungry. The guys hear it loud and clear and chuckle. So we stopped for food. We are ushered over to a few tables. Our handy dandy armed football team take a few positions around the open space and ssit at tables next to ours.

| noticed a Carousel in the middle of the court. It's one of those old-fashioned ones, the ones you see in pictures from the 50's, with gold trim and porcelain-looking horses.

| suddenly beclike a child, and | want to go on with it. While Jason gives the orders to one of the guards, | pull 72-Let the Fun Begin Bens hand and practically drag him to the Carousel “Please oh please oh please oh pleaseeeeeeeee!!!!” | squeal, jumping up and down and giving the best pers dog eyes.

“No. Ben says Batly.

Okay fine, have it your way. | have no choice but to bring out the big guns | take a sultry step towards him and whisper once more in his ear, “Please. Dad! And then | bck his ear and kiss his cheek. | hear his breath hitch. Bingo Baby! | look at him again with my puppy dog eyes and his whole bad boy demeanor just melts like ice cream.

“Fine” he says, rolling his eyes. He takes my hand, and we wait a few minutes before we make it up to the ticket counter. He hands the ticket taker a wad of cash and says something to him, but | don’t catch it because | am already headed to the ride. | see the horse | want.

It's white with a blonde mane and painted with pink and purple flowers and a golden lace pattern trim and gold handles. It's in the middle row.

Ben catches up toand helpson the seat. | can’t help but giggle. Ben sits on a white horse with blue mane and faded gold and blue lace pattern next to me, on the inner most row. He whips his phone out and acts photographer.

my personal | look out at the crowd and see Jason standing by the table and watchingwith hooded eyes and a smile on his face.

The ride begins and | can’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl crush and wiggle in my seat. Ben just had a handy belly laugh the whole time. As the ride spins us, | keep glancing at him, and | smile wide. It is so fun to see such a large. intimidating man on a good old-fashioned merry-go-round. He stands out against all the colorful paisley prints and screaming giddy children.

He rides withfive times before my stomach decides it is too hungry to go another round.

1 kiss his cheek as he escortsback to our table.

“Thank you... Daddy” | playfully say to him. He groans again and bites his lower lip and givesa nice slap on my bum in response.

*Did you have fun princess?” Jason asks when we get back to the table.

“Yes It was amazing. You should cwith us next time!” | try to keep a straight and serious face, but | can’t hold in my laughter when | see his eyes widen and almost a look of terror crosses his face! This man is a cold-hearted killer, yet he fears a tiny colorful Carousel! We finish up our meal and begin to head to another part of the mall. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up got a bad feeling. | started looking around me, but | couldn’t see much over the giant human bulldozers surrounding and 1 1.Us.

“Everything okay love?” Jason asks, noticing my frantic searching around me.

24 72-Let the Fun Begin “Yeah...” | hesitantly say. He raises his eyebrows not satisfied with my answer, especially since | keep trying to peer over the mountains of muscle walking with us.

“Um, | don’t know Sir. | feel like something is wrong. Maybe | am just overthinking?” | try to shrug it off.

Jason flags one of the guards and whispers in his ear. That guard then says something in his jacket coat and he and a few others casually break away from the group, spreading out.

We turn a corner of the mall and then...

BOOM! A strong gust of air hitsin the chest as a fire ball escapes the air in front of us. We all are thrown back by the force but luckily not too close as to have the full impact from the blast.

Smoke and debris are everywhere. | hear a ringing in my ears. As my hearing returns and my senses cback to me, | hear gun shots, lots of firing gun shots and shouting.

Pop! Pop! Pop! A hand is pullingup, an arm wrapped around my waist, POP! POP! POP! There is so much chaos. People covered in dirt and blood screaming and running frantically out of the way. | see Jason crouched behind one of those art islands, his gun drawn. Several of our guards are also firing behind cover.

A few people and at least three guards are lying motionless on the ground. The smoke was still heavy in the air.

POP! POP! | scream Jason's name, but | hear him yelling and motioning for someone to getout of here. POP! POP! POP! | barely register Ben pullingaround the corner with a few guards blockingfrom sight, all their guns drawn at their side. POP! POP! They usheredquickly down the other side of the mall. People are running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Gunfire can be heard behind us like it’s following us and | can faintly see more flashes of guns in front of us. POP! POP! One of the guards in front ofgets struck, blood splashing my face.

| scream as | watch him take a knee. He was shot in the shoulder. | hear Ben curse loudly and one of the other guards picks him up and they helprun through a department store to the closest parking lot.

Once we hit outside, it is not but a minute or more and five black tinted window SUV's rolls up to the curb, but | feel Ben's arm aroundtighten when at least 20 armed men quickly get out of the vehicles and raise their machine guns to us.

Ben visibly gulps when I look at him while he places himself in front oflike a human shield.

Ben begins to speak in another language, quite a hostile tongue. Maybe Russian? All Russian sounds like their angry. but Ben is clearly seething.

Next thing | know: POP! POP! POP! POP! 3/4 11:41 Tue 20 Feb 72 - Let the Fun Begin All 4 guards surroundingand Ben drop to the ground. | see blood seeping out of a hole in their heads.

| feel Ben shaking slightly in front of me. He turns around and faces me, terror on his face.

He grabs my face quickly and givesa quick kiss on the lips before whispering to me: “We will find you. Fight, okay. Don’t give up. We. Will. Find. You.” What? Before | can register his words completely, POP! POP! | heard Ben scream and fall to the ground next to me. He has blood seeping out of his back and he is not moving.

“BEN!” | scream and try to reach for him but | am quickly restrained.

| started to kick and scream. | use all my might to kick behind me, but it’s like a steel wall. | keep thrashing with every cell in my body. | feel myself being pulled towards a car effortlessly. My body is shielded by more walls of muscle while I continue to kick and punch and scream. My vision is blurry with tears in my eyes.

As | reach the open car door, | hear Jason's voice scream my name. More gunfire rings thoroughly ears and echoes against the concrete garage. | turn to look at him, and our eyes meet once more only to be shoved inside the waiting car. Someone gets in next toquickly and the door is shut, caginginside. | hear bullets hitting the car but of course it is not penetrating.

The car peels off seconds later at a high speed, the tires screeching and leaving smoke in their place. | feel a strong arm holdin a bear hug with my back to this man’s front and then | feel a sharp prick on my neck.

My vision becomes blurrier, and | feel the darkness setting in quickly. I hear a voice whisper “Shh. It's okay.

Sleep. I've got you back princess. We are going home.” And there is a kiss to my temple.

| remember that voice and it’s the svoice that has plagued my deepest nightmares for years. My eyes widen as | finally see his face and a single tear escapes my eyes as they close to a deep sleep.

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