The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

13 – The Playground

Jason POV

Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz

What is that incessant sound?

Buzz Buzz Buzz. Buzz

In my barely conscious state I snuggle closer to the warmth surrounding me. It took me a moment to remember that I had Aurora snuggled against my bare chest. I smile to myself thinking about how well she did with her first punishment.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I can make out a few grunts, clearly all of us are starting to get agitated by that noise. I take a deep breath through my nose, inhaling Aurora’s calming vanilla scent in her hair.

“Speak.” 1 hear Kai state. His voice is definitely deeper and a little groggy.

Kai hums sleepily in response. I am definitely more awake now, but I am not making any moves to get up, feeling perfectly content.

“Hm. Take them to the Playground. We will be there soon.” Okay, now my interest has peaked.

I open my eyes, blinking a few times to clear my vision. I see Kai sitting on the edge of the bed, his sculpted naked back is littered in colorful tattoos. He hung up his phone after a few more minutes of idle chatting.

“What’s going on?” My voice is gruff and scratchy after waking up. It was by far the best nap I have ever had. I look at the wall clock and see we have been asleep for about three hours now. I didn’t think I would actually fall into a slumber, but I did. I clear my throat a bit and raise my head off the pillow. Aurora is still sound asleep in my arms; her angelic face looks so peaceful even though I can still see the dry track marks from her salty tears.

Charlie and Ben start to stir around me.

“That was Thomas. His team found three of the guys who helped with the Germany raid. They will be at the playground in about 2 hours.” Kai says, still half asleep. He looks over his shoulder at me and eyes Aurora. His usual stoic face shines brightly, he eyes glisten with a mix of mischief and adoration.

Kai gets up and walks over to the bench and grabs his clothes, putting on his pants on before leaving and shutting the door softly behind him.

not to

“We

the playground.” I say while I scoot myself to the foot of the bed. I get up, stretch my aching muscles before heading to the bench and

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– The Playground

in her room.” Ben says sweetly. I look behind me and

to wake up. I nod my head and exit out of the Playroom, shutting the

the hall to my room and using the keypad in the hidden wall panel. I input my code

black modem wall fixtures slowly brightens. I throw my clothes in the grey Laundry basket by the door. My room is probably the size of a two–bedroom apartment. The center of my room has a huge California King bed with a tall modern black headboard. The bed sits about four feet off the ground. I have deep royal blue satin sheets with about twee black and blue accent pillows on the neatly made bed on top of a cloud like black comforter. I have sleek black matching end tables

enter my bathroom. The white and black marble shines brightly against the

lighting. I quickly strip my boxers and enter my shower. The shower is big enough

oversized towel and wipe myself dry. I walk into my adjoining closet and pick out an all–black Armani suit and matching dress shoes. I picked out a silver Rolex watch and matching silver cufflinks

in my front pocket. I quickly run my hands through my hair with a little gel. making sure I

then I tuck my favorite pearl handle gun in

the main entrance, Kai is waiting in the foyer, typing away on his phone and talking

hate it when he calls me that. I just shake my head and head to the door, opening it and pulling out my sunglasses, putting them on and strutting to the waiting Black SUVs. We have a caravan of five cars with our

nods and goes on his phone like the rest of us while we make the 45–minute trip to our favorite torture

16 hours later…”

out of one of our latest victims. He is a bloody mess, quite literally too. His swollen purple

and blue jeans are now various shades of

peeled his stin along his ribcage very slowly and now we are cauterizing it. If

are paised out, equally bloody and hanging limply by their dislocated arms

in my

leave

table we keep

TEMed his

blood that

my groc,

His breathing