The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

5 – Bite My Arse – Part 3
Aurora POV

“We meet again sweetheart.” There it is again. The term of endearment that both annoys me and makes my insides flutter.

“I’m not your sweetheart!” I snap while trying to look anywhere else – ooh, the floor looks nice. I hope they don’t see the red rushing to my cheeks. Get yourself together Aurora.

The one I ran into raised his perfectly sculpted eyebrow in response. His luscious l*ps continue to smirk, and goodness he is handsome.

I clear my throat. “So, may I help you? I need to get back to work.” I sass. I am not in the mood. I am still looking at the floor because I can’t seem to look them in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes. I’m tired and I really am not interested in k*ssing rich people’s a s s e s.

“Aurora.” A deep velvet voice boomed. Hearing my name made me involuntarily shiver and my panties just got a little wet.

“Aurora, look at me.” The voice commanded. I close my eyes and shift my weight between my feet, my breathing becomes heavier. What is happening to me? Suddenly, a calloused finger touches under my chin. It is gentle yet firm and lifts my head. “Look at me.” The voice is soft and yet still powerful. I feel so compelled to look and I do.

Standing right before me is a beautiful piece of art. My breath stops as I take in all his features. I first noticed his eyes. Deep brown, almost black. His eyes are dilated. I could get lost for days in his eyes. He has a sculpted face, with a small, trimmed beard just on the edge and around his m o u t h, framing it like a warm hug. His hair matches his eyes, cut short with a little on top. It looks soft and I would love to run my fingers through it for hours. The smell of his musky cologne engulfs my senses. It’s like a fresh breeze and scotch. He is tall just like Hazel eyes, easily 6’3 or 6’4. He has a designer suit that snuggly fits on his bulging muscles. A few tattoos peeking out through the collar of his blue button-down shirt. He wears a Diamond Rolex on his left hand, and I can feel the metal of his rings that adorn his hand resting on my skin.

“I am Jason O’Donnell little one. I am told you made this meal for us. Do you know who we are? What on earth inspired you to serve us burgers?” the walking artwork said.

“Mr. O’Donnell, my name is Aurora, not ‘little one’ and no, I do not know who you are, and I do not care. We appreciate your patronage, but I am not going to k*ss your feet. I was just doing what I was told to do. Since you did not specify what you wanted, I just made whatever I wanted, sir?” I said sir with a little bite because this pompous douche knuckle is making feel all weird and I am not good in social settings, so I tend to brat out to cover my insecurities.

I noticed that every time I said ‘sir’ Jason’s jaw slightly clinched and his eyes filled with a look I can’t quite pinpoint. Desire? Thinking too much Aurora!

“Watch your tone angel” Jason snapped back, emphasizing angel like it was a challenge to defy him. He then stepped to the side of me, placed his hand on the small of my back and ushered me to the table in front of us. “This is Ben Vikram” he said pointing to a man sitting at the right built in the same god-like manner. He had honey blonde hair, sporting a man bun that made him look refined and dazzling green eyes. Not like green green, more of a dark forest green. Soothing and warm. He had a black suit ensemble, no tie, and the top two buttons undone. He had a mega-watt smile on his face and beautiful w h i t e teeth. He was clean shaven and dressed to the nines. I noticed some intricate colorful tattoos that covered his hands as he lifted his highball glass full of amber liquid in a salute towards me.

Do all these men spend their days in the gym? Damn, if my panties weren’t wet before, they are soaked now.

honey blonde hair, but it was more of a mohawk – shaved sides with a pompadour on top, even a slight curl on top – Elvis would be proud. He too had a clean beard that shaped his baby like face and a red blazer suit coat with a black shirt and pants. A gold Rolex shines against his tan skin. “Hello princess”

help but roll my eyes and when I look at Kai his jaw is tight, l*ps are pierced, and eyebrows raised

this my dear is Charlie DuPont. You have met before.” Jason finally introduces Hazel eyes. The yummy man I have been secretly having wet dreams

asked, a little

sweetheart” Charlie nods, a giant smirk on his face. “You were at our tower sweet cheeks. One of our many businesses. This is our restaurant.” He states.

simply great. Now I am definitely

Please do not fire me. I was told ‘chef special’ so I just made the first thing that came to me.” I quickly spewed out in one breath while keeping my head bowed, again. What is it with these men and the power auras! I take a gulp of much needed air and

said that beautiful velvet voice of Jason. “We asked you here to tell you it was by far one of the best meals we have ever had.

My cheeks feel hot. No doubt they can see the redness against my pale

tower little

said I wasn’t pretty

trailing off like

Ben POV

I can’t help but stare at her. I can see what Charlie was saying.

So shy, so innocent. I see the fire in her eyes. That attitude though will need to be tamed. We don’t mind

my marks all over her. Oh

Kai POV

perfect ivory skin so no other man will

My heart is racing.

Aurora POV

there anything else I can do for you, sirs? I would like to finish closing the kitchen for the evening so I can go home” I politely add, trying to break the