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 wake her. I

“We

bed. I

1/4

The

her room.” Ben says sweetly. I look behind me and see Ben stroking Aurora’s head softly.

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

the hidden wall panel. I input my code and

with about twee black and blue accent pillows on the neatly made bed on top of

and enter my bathroom. The white and black marble

and enter my shower. The shower is big enough to fit at least

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

put in my front pocket. I quickly run my hands through my hair with a

keys, pocketknife, and then I tuck my favorite pearl handle gun in

waiting in the foyer, typing away on his phone and talking in German the Ettle Bluetooth earpiece glowing in ear. He is wearing his black Armani suit. When he sees us, be hangs

I 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

Ben est 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…”

scream comes out of one of our latest victims. He is a bloody mess, quite literally too. His swollen purple face is barely becognizable as a face, thick red blood covers every

shirt and blue jeans are now various shades of red and hanging in rags around his

to his latest cuts. Lai bad practically peeled his stin along his ribcage very slowly and now we are cauterizing it. If you don’t stop

and hanging limply by their dislocated arms from our celling

sitting in my leather of

the willpower: slowly leave

table we keep

his deel

blood that and squeers. He

groc,

again. His breathing