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.

restroom and grab us

small coffees, pay the cashier and head back outside. I am close to the car when 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 the cars

the heat of the coffee sting the skin of my hands. My eyes are wide,

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a black SUV close to where I am and opens the back door. Not a moment later,

out of the car.

Mafia Don to where I didn’t see that a

held tightly by two men in armor suits. She was thrashing

us. My hands still trembling. I dared to look up to his tall muscular frame to his cold deadly

sweetly, but that sweetness was laced with darkness, his eyes seem black right

nis soul.

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 that our chests are nearly touching, the coffee in my hands the only

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 my waist pulling me to him tightly and the other one finds my chin and forcefully keeps my face in place. I let

try to struggle but my attempts are futile, just like Brianna: feathers fighting against

lashes out, still fighting to get released

turns sinister,

to me and my breath catches in my throat, nearly choking me. He just watches 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,

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

his face. It would be charming if it wasn’t for that evil twinkle in

be in a world of pain

in the back seat. I hear him say something like “Light it > “efore he gets in the car and the door

the

appears as a reflection in the

distance where that quiet gas station

my eyes and I was forced to

it on