The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

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19 Heads and Tails

Aurora POV

“BRIANNA!” I scream at her for probably the hundredth time as she whizzes past other speeding cars on the congested highway, nearly hitting another car.

“It’s going to be okay babe” she says back, swerving in front of another car.

The black SUVs are still trailing behind. They continue to follow our movements, causing both of us to become frantic.

Then an idea hit me. We needed to get to the cabin. I saw a sign saying route 9 exit was about 5 more miles ahead.

“Hey Bri, I have an idea. Route 9 is coming up. Act like we are going to take the North exit on 9 and at the last second pull the car and head south. We can then take the 23 to the 178. That may buy us some time.”

“That’s brilliant Rory!” She coos with my old nickname. She flashes me a beautiful smile and tells me to hold on. Just as exit 9 comes up, as I suspected, two of the SUVS come up right behind us, they are so close that if we hit our brakes, they will definitely run into us.

Brianna looks in her rearview mirror again and shouts hold on as we start turning at the north exit. Right before the median divides, Brianna yanks the steering wheel to the left so sharply and barely misses the metal divider while flooring the gas pedal, getting in front of an 18–wheeler truck, speeding to the next exit.

I look behind me and notice the two SUVS following us closely are no longer following us and the other two are trying to catch up but are stuck behind the truck and a few slow cars.

We quickly turn to the next exit and follow the loop so we can head south. We decided at the last second to take the next side exit and go under the passageway and head back North. There are no SUVs following us as we merge back onto Northbound Route 9, but to be safe, Brianna exits right again and merges on to Highway 74.

For about 30 minutes we played a game. I got out a quarter from my bag and would flip the coin – Heads and Tails. If it lands on Heads, we take the next exit, tails we take the 2nd next exit and then would do it again for which direction we would take when we got to the next stop light. We figured that if we made it random, it would be hard to follow us.

Eventually we ended up taking the backroad to Interstate 78 which we needed to get on to head to the cabin.

About another 30 minutes and we had to stop for gas. The sun was setting at this point and the sky was dark. We were way out of the city limits, nothing but farmland and small towns now. We exit and stop at the corner gas station.

grab us some coffees while

I hear heavy engines and see at least 8 large black SUVs come speeding into the deserted gas station, their tires screeching as they come to a halt. I begin running to Brianna, but I freeze when I see a small army of men dressed in black exit

as the coffee sloshes out of the closed lids and I feel the heat of the coffee sting the skin of my hands. My eyes are wide, and my heart feels like

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close to where I am and

of the

Mafia Don to where I didn’t see that a few men

suits. She was thrashing trying to

me and stopped just mere inches between us. My hands still trembling. I dared to look up to his tall muscular

says sweetly, but that sweetness was laced with

nis soul.

hand to me, and I flinch slightly but it doesn’t deter him. He uses his thumb to wipe something wet off my cheek, and I realize 1 am silently crying. He steps closer to me so

them out to the sides of 15. The warm liquid spilling all over the pavement. In the next moment, he harshly grabs me: one strong arm wrapped around

attempts are futile, just like Brianna: feathers fighting against brick

fucking psycho!” Brianna lashes out, still fighting

her without releasing me from his grasp. I watch as his face turns sinister, and he

me closely for a few moments before he leans down and presses his lips to my forehead. He holds his kiss for what seems like an eternity. My heart is still beating like hummingbird wings, tears trailing down my

to say “The guys are waiting for us, love. We best not keep them waiting,

for that evil

in a

practically throws me in the back seat. I hear him say something like “Light it >

in the dark night.

a bright orange glow appears as a reflection in

Sheball racing to the sky in the distance where that quiet gas station once was. The

blinded my eyes and

castcly on his phone reaches his left hand and places it