The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

8- Lucky Chance
Aurora POV

Charlie continues to lead me down the long hallway, gripping my hand tightly in his and keeps glancing at me every few seconds like I was going to make my escape any moment.

The hall was very long. Many wooden doors were embedded in the white walls with golden accents. The black and white tiles glistening against the soft glow of amber lights lining the halls. Beautiful mosaic artwork adorned the walls, making me awestruck and occupied my mind so I couldn’t concentrate on where I was going.

We went down several corridors before reaching a grand staircase which splits on both sides of a massive entry foyer highlighted by the most grandiose crystal chandelier. It was easily the size of my apartment living room. Three tiers of crystal strings like a cascading waterfall sparkled and shimmered against the glow of the room.

This place isn’t a home. It was more of a castle. I wonder if it was larger than Buckingham Palace, not that I have ever been. How exactly rich are these asshats?

We descend the white marbled staircase which is lined by an intricate patterned railing and matching banister, shimmering in gold. These guys really like the color gold. A red carpet lines the center of the staircase which brings a luxury look while contrasting against the harshness of the stark white marble.

I turn briefly to look behind me. The two guards were still two paces behind us. Their eyes ahead, not looking directly at me but their posture and movements are so rigid, their fists tight against their legs like they are itching for me to do something. Any stiffer and I would think they were made of cardboard.

I quickly looked ahead of me as we reached the last few steps and see a huge white wooden door. The front door!

A small yank from Charlie brings me back to looking at him. He is looking at me with an eyebrow raised, a silent statement as if he was saying “don’t even think about it.” I swallow some built up bile in my throat.

turn to the left and go underneath the staircase and then through another long corridor before we get to a set of large double mahogany doors. Charlie stops and allows the guards to pass us, and

A lavish and heavily carved rectangular table is set in the middle of the room. The golden chairs are large and plush with a gold and red mosaic pattern. Upon the table there is the most gorgeous golden and white porcelain china set with Waterford Crystal glasses filled with various liquids and gold silverware are neatly placed in front of every chair. Three

more lavish than the rest, sat Jason, sitting like a royal King. His head was down focusing on reading some papers in front of him. Kai was busy looking at his phone and taking a sip out of his coffee cup and Ben was talking to a man next to

chatter instantly dies as the men slowly notice our presence. Jason looks up and instantly puts his papers down, smirks, stands up, and walks towards us. We stop halfway to the table. Jason opens his arms and without further warning engulfs

my ear, then he says louder “Come darling. You must be starving!” He then grabs my hand and ushers me over to the dining table and

my chair. I sit down and the

to blush as I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I give him a

the telenovelas enter the room pushing gold embroidered trolleys that had a variety of food and beverages. The servants quickly made their way around

and bacon I had on my plate. Small conversations are held; some are definitely business related but I tuned them out, not

the end of the meal, a phone goes off. A notification ping from one of the men, who

his phone and types a few strokes on the screen then begins to read. His face begins to contort in obvious frustration than to pure anger. He looks up to Jason and as if there was a silent telepathic conversation going on, all the men instantly and quickly hasten out of their seats

I am, sitting all alone in this large room. The dining room door opened wide, not even the guards standing by. What

was there. I quietly stand up and creep to the double doors. I

thankful that I am not wearing heels. I finally came to the main hallway with the giant chandelier.