The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

17- Hide and Find

Aurora POV **

“It’s nice to meet you too sir” I said softly to the nice man Dmitry who is giving me a ride back to the city.

He just nodded and I looked out the window for a moment. Now that the adrenaline has pretty much won oll, I am definitely feeling every scrape, scratch, bruise, and sore muscle. My exhaustion is hitting me like a truck, and I realized that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast about 2 days ago. No wonder I am so fatigued.

“Here!” Mr. Dmitry said to me, handing me a sealed water bottle. “I am sure you are thirsty.”

I mutter a quick thank you before taking a few small sips at first to quench that immediate thirst and then end up chugging the whole bottle.

I hear him chuckling to himself in the front seat and I cant help but feel a little blush on my cheeks as I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and stare out the window.

The ride to the city is fairly quiet. He tried to make small talk but realized soon that I was too exhausted to keep up with it, so he stopped and let me just rest.

I must have dozed off because I felt him shaking my leg a little and calling my name. When I finally registered my surroundings, I noticed we were near downtown Johnson City. He asked me where I could he dropped off and I told

him where to go.

About 20 minutes later, he parked outside my apartment building.

He helped me out of the car, and I thanked him for his generosity. I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that I had heard his voice somewhere before. Before I could turn around and ask him, he had gotten into his car and sped off.

I rang the super’s bell and asked him for my spare key.

When I went into my 1–bedroom apartment, it was just as I left it. Too bad I won’t be able to stay long.

My whole apartment is about the size of the room I was in with those mafia men. You walk in the door, and I have a entry way with three closets lining the walls. It connects to a larger opening where I keep my shoes and entry table, coat rack etc. To the right is an opening in the wall where I have a small kitchen and sitting area big enough for two people. Straight ahead of me is my living room, barely big enough for two loveseat sofas. There is a door right before the entry way to the living room that leads to the bathroom. Another door just on the other side inside the living room is my bedroom with my queen–size bed and minimum decorations.

I don’t spend much time here as I was usually working double shifts at Saturn. This was really a place to just sleep.

I quickly threw off the clothes I was wearing, putting them in the hamper and jumped in my cozy little shower, making sure to scrub all the dirt out of my hair and clean all the wounds with soap and water.

Afterwards, I put ointment on all the scrapes and bandages on the bigger cuts. My knee was badly cut open, but luckily the bleeding stopped. I saw lots of bruising all over my skin.

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leggings, my favorite black bra and pantie, and a cozy long sleeve red knit top before I packed a backpack full of clothes. I grabbed my spare documents, my secret stash of cash and my car keys before putting on some

sure all the lights are off and head down to my baby blue Prius. I quickly exit my building as the sun is finally starting to peak over

take a quick breath knowing the verbal thrashing I am going to get in just a few minutes. I take a quick look around me, maybe

bell twice. I wait for

stairs.

door unlocks and is

“AURORA?”

Can I come in?

Jason POV

*SLAM!”

palms hitting my wooden desk reverberated the sound across the room, my anger coursing through my veins at the highest

Mean. She. Is. GONE?” I enunciate each word clearly with as much venom as I can spit

of me are visibly trembling, their heads still bowed. Damn right you should be scared of

love the smell of fear.

literally!

step forward, head still bowed and barely above a soft tone whisper “sh–she got–got over the–the fence, s–sire. We–we

our compound. She actually escaped. I am certainly impressed. Furious, but impressed. And now my anger is directed at these knucklefuckers for letting her escape in the first place.

my cheek and then upper teeth. “And do you know how she was able to escape over the

at my sudden calm demeanor.

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