The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

“I am not going to lie to you Ms. Whitmore, we do not think you are the right candidate for this job. This is an extremely competitive position and there are simply more qualified candidates. And prettier too” said the lady manager.

Right! Says the woman with a too tight black pencil skirt, opened w h i t e silk blouse showing off her extremely fake b o o b s in her clashing black push-up bra. Her hair was over hair sprayed and fizzed. It looked like a bird using it for its pooping grounds. Way too much makeup almost as if she was auditioning for RuPaul’s Drag Race.

Clearly she was the skank looking a little desperate for attention from her superiors.

“Okay,” I said dramatically. “Thank you for your time. Good luck in at the w h o r e house tonight,” I added as I walked out of the conference room with my head held high.

Who needs to work at this big a s s corporation anyway with these fake wannabe Barbies and spoiled arrogant men…oh wait…I do.

The salary, the experience, the chance to work real hours behind a desk… but how in the h e l l can you gain experience if you aren’t given the opportunity? I swear these companies always want preppy 20-year-olds with 30 years of specified experience. Like come on people! No one wants to take the time to train someone. Ever think that is why your turnover rate is so high?!? You can’t command loyalty if you don’t take the time to train your workers.

Bastards.

But here I am, standing at the b r a s s elevator doors waiting for them to open and swallow me and take me back down to the ground floor of total despair of the real world.

The reception desk phone is ringing loudly while the prissy little girl behind the desk openly flirts with the male standing by the counter checking some papers. Her giggle is obnoxious. Her high-pitched squeal makes me want to cringe but alas I just roll my eyes and begin to notice the intricate wood design plastered on the walls around the elevator.

So long a s s h a t s. Who needs DuPont Enterprises anyway? And who the heck does “Charlie DuPont” think he is. He doesn’t know what he is missing.

Ding! Saved by the bell from my own degrading rant.

I enter the sleek black interior and hit the “L” button. The quaint tinkling piano music serenading the silence as I begin the descent from the 82nd floor.

As the elevator doors open up at the bottom, I walk out to the left and hand my visitor key card to the security guard at the front and mutter my thanks with a small smile.

Suddenly a b u z z starts up from my dark purple Prada bag hanging in my right arm. The one expensive article of clothing I own. It was my 20th birthday present to myself. I worked double shifts at the restaurant I worked at for 4 months to pay for it. It’s my prized possession and I’m so in love with it.

B u z z. B u z z. Ugh, what now! I pull out my phone with my baby pink case with rhinestones on it and look at the screen. 9 texts messages from Britney! I start reading as I walk outside. Oh boy! This girl is my best friend, but she is something else!

*Brianna: yo gurl where u at?

Brianna: hows Barbie town??? Spot any ken dolls u want take home & play with?

Brianna: u got the job?

Brianna: h e l l oooooooo

Brianna: ima goin potty. Call me im bored

Brianna: letz me know win u free

letz go to da club dis wknd.

c u

I just seriously hit

Wait a second.

very tall man. I quickly lift my head and must literally strain my neck all the way to

sorry, s-sir” I stutter

goodness! How can the world be so cruel in creating the most delicious looking

I have a pulse… those beautiful hazel eyes like warmed brown sugar and butter. If I die right now, please let him be my angel! His sharp cheek bones strike out against his clean-shaven face, plump pink l*ps that look oh so k*ssable, round nose and the most luscious looking auburn hair. A simple

sweetheart” said the man. A sly smile crossed his face. Oh goodness that voice! So smooth and deep like velvet caressing my skin! I think

of your

while taking a piece of my hair that fell in front of my face

like an hour before I have to get to

to the

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Charlie POV

money?!” Jason calmly asked this filthy rat we have strung

of the most sadistic bastards I have ever met. He’s

been the four of us: Jason, Ben, Kai and me, Charlie. We grew up together since diapers. Our moms were in the same yoga class, and we all lived next

from being punching bags by the bigger kids and always encouraged us to study hard. Once we got older, we bulked up. We learned how to fight, and we all fought together. We became punchers not

blood we have spilled. More than brothers. I love them and would die

nothing. Jason was always the brains. Ben is the tech guru. Kai is like our trained a s s a s s i n. He is one sick f u c

drugs in high school and quickly expanded once Ben and Kai finished school after us. We grew

have contacts in every major country. Everyone is

launder our money. We also own many hotels, restaurants, clubs and office buildings around the world and several personal homes too. We built an empire, and we share everything. Even our

jewels. A loud scream echoes the d i r t y, Barry lit room. The f u c k

face is covered in blood and one eye is already fully shut and swollen. His clothes tattered. His b*dy is limp and contorted in odd angels. He is missing a few fingers and some teeth… the fingers are now on the floor by his feet. His b*dy and clothes show burn marks from the last

I-I-I h-h-had n-no ch-ch-choice. T-th-they would

and from where I’m standing off to the side I can see Jason shake his head slightly and

mean…this family?” And Jason snaps his fingers. Instantly the door in the back opens and 3 guards walk inside dragging a lady and two boys bound with zip ties and a gag in their m o u t h s. They struggle but it’s pointless. They are harshly thrown down near Sam’s dangling feet just barely visible in the pool of light from the

let them go. Muted screams of his wife fill the air as she sees her husband’s mutilated b*dy hanging in the air, his wrists raw. Her mascara runs down her face as tears stain her

is dark and dominant. “You made a grave mistake Sam. You told those Russian scum about my shipment and cost me 2 million. You claim to have done it to protect your family and us…. But it is us who you should have protected your family against!” Another whimpering plead from Sam before Henry puts a d i r t y gag

“Charlie,” Jason beckons.

though he is my best friend, in this world

these i d i o t

With proper training they could be valuable additions to

us too… send to a house or one of the