The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

18 – Safety First

Aurora POV

“AURORA?!” screamed my best friend.

“Hi. Can I come in? Please?” I ask shyly. My fear of being outside and being caught is starting to seep into my pores.

“Oh my GOD! Of course girl!” Briana, my best and only friend since I was 12, opens the door wider so I can step inside. She engulfs me in the biggest hug, and I hold onto her like a safety blanket.

After a few moments she lets go of me and I step further into her home. She shuts the door and deadbolts the locks.

“Where the fuck have you been bitch?” she says sternly, trying to act like a mama bear, her hands on her hips and everything

I go and place my bag on her cream leather sofa in the living room and sit down, letting the exhaustion kick my a

once again.

I chuckle at her as I say “It’s a long story Bri. I was hoping to crash here for a day or two. Please?” I can barely keep

my eyes open.

“Of course you can sweetie.” She comes

es over and sits down next to me, she is still in her satin shorts and tank top, her hair is in a messy bun. “Why don’t you get a little nap and I’ll get ready and make us something to eat, hm?” I nod my head in agreement and close my eyes, feeling safe for the first time in a few days.

Sometime later, I feel a soft shake on my arm and my senses slowly start registering where I am. I jolt awake thinking I am with those monsters again, only to see the concern etched on Brianna’s face.

I am breathing really heavily, my hand on my heart. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me. You’re okay.” I hear Bri’s soothing

voice.

When I am settled again, I look at her with an apology written all over my face.

“Girl, what the hell happened? You have never been so jumpy!” she asks, once again sitting next to me and this time, grasping my shaking hands in hers and she starts rubbing her thumb in soothing circles on the tops of my hands.

“Where do I start?” I begin to exhale a shaky laugh, thinking about how and what to tell her.

“How about from the beginning?” She suggests sarcastically.

I nod. I take a few deep breaths. Inhale, exhale.

“Okay so….” And thus I began to tell her what happened. I told her about what happened with Chef Alex and having to make dinner for some rich ass men. How I had to go meet them only to find out that one of the guys was the same man who I gushed over a few weeks before. How they took me to their home and called me theirs. How they claimed they were in the mafia and how I tried to escape. The spankings, my mixed feelings. How I escaped this time, Dmitry and the ride, everything!

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