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.

get to a set of large double mahogany

is more than eccentric. The room could easily fit an entire football field. A deep red carpet, eggshell colored walls with gold fixtures, golden crown molding, and several golden and crystal chandeliers line the ceiling. A lavish and heavily carved rectangular table is set in the middle of the room. The golden chairs are large

in a throne line chair, larger and certainly 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

halfway to the table. Jason opens his arms and without further warning engulfs me in a hug, wrapping his strong long arms around my shoulders. I do not return the embrace. This is very awkward. He inhales my scent and k*sses my

my ear, then he says louder “Come darling. You must be starving!” He then grabs my hand

helps adjust my chair. I sit down and the rest of the men follow.

look beautiful sweet cheeks!” Ben whispers to me sweetly. I know I am starting to blush as I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I give him a shy thank you

a variety of food and beverages. The servants quickly made their way around the table with the trays in their hands offering a variety of fruits, yogurt, eggs,

decided to keep my head down and concentrated on the full plate of fruit and bacon I had on my plate. Small conversations are held; some are definitely business related but I

one of the men, who I learned earlier

to Jason and as if there was a silent telepathic conversation going on,

large room. The dining room door opened wide, not even the guards standing by. What

I was there. I quietly stand up and creep to the double doors. I peeked out and double checked to see if anyone was there. No one. Not even a single person in the dining

heels. I finally came to the main hallway with the giant chandelier. I