The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

29–Maybe, Possibly, Sort Of On The Run

Kai POV

The front door is open. The fucking front door is wide open!

She did not try to escape again. Oh I am so close to fucking killing that girl.

Draco looks at me with wide eyes. He is also shocked.

We pulled out our whistles and began to blow them as I once again headed outside to look for the headache that is named Aurora. I hear a lot of footsteps behind me but as I am scanning the horizon in front of me, I cannot see her anywhere.

It’s impossible. We weren’t far behind her, and the forest line is too far. There is no way that even Usain Bolt could have made it to the forest line in time and the road is empty and so is the front garden.

Where the fuck could she be?

Jason, still fully saturated in red stains and reeks of alcohol comes barreling out, his face red in rage. “What the fuck Kai? Why the whistle?”

“The front door was open. I saw Aurora running this way.” I said bitterly.

It took a moment, but Jason’s face went from rage to pure murder in about two seconds as he processed what I was saying.

“CALL EVERYONE. ALL HANDS–ON DECK! FIND HER! NOW!” His voice was commanding, he body was shaking in anger. This was the face of the most feared Mafia leader. This was the King and heads are going to start rolling literally

if we don’t find Aurora soon.

The house alarm was pulled. A loud calling siren began to blare.

Jason storms back inside, and I begin to bark out orders to guards who seemed to come out from every corner of our

compound.

We sent men to every corner of the house, sent teams to the woods, and even a few cars left the house grounds to

search the roads.

About 45 minutes later, my walkie–talkie that I now have in my hand squawks.

heen found” I hear

of the guards come through muffled with static. Princess is her code name among

is more appropriate

alarm is turned off and before I can respond, I hear Jason come over the

quarters. She is in one of servant’s rooms.” The

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be right there.” Jason responds. Oh, sweet Aurora, this is not good

our group chat as I head back

some guards bring a few shower curtains and the steel armchair from the basement.

pants. The soy sauce and vinegar have pretty much dried on my clothes and now they are sticky, and the strong scent of garlic is burning my nose, but I am not going to miss whatever torture Jason

Aurora POV

idea rather quickly to cause a lot of chaos because why not. I knew it was a long shot to even work, but I

foyer and saw the front door and thought

is the same. I try and it worked. The stupid bastards. didn’t change the code! Too easy. I hear the clicks on the door and

to my right into the first living room. I remember from my exploring that this room leads into another sitting room

whistles.

through the room as quickly as I can. The whistles and yelling are becoming very faint. I ran into the music. room and shut the side door I had just entered. I decided to lock it in case they come looking. I then went to the other door

tearoom with a full bar. Then I heard the alarm. It sounded similar to a fire alarm. It began to blare loudly and made my heart quicken even more. This was

seeing a spiral staircase in the corner of this room and

go down.

staircase and there was a hallway. It was grey in color and had florescent lighting. There were storage boxes along the walls. I realized it

quarters. They wouldn’t look there would they? Maybe they will calm down and I can then come find

the hall and came to a wooden door. I opened it and it led to a small

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sitting room with lots of sofas and several televisions mounted on the

before I ran into a familiar face. Lillian. She saw me and instantly

you are okay! I heard the sirens. Us servants have to go to our rooms.” She said hastily and pulled me

with her.

should go to your room too! The alarm means serious business. The guards are running around like crazy!” She continues to

on the other side of the house. I don’t think I will be able to make it in time.” I beg her. A small white lie doesn’t hurt, right?

faster as we hear a guard yell down the hallway “Get to

has a single twin bed, a bedside table, and a dresser. There was a white blanket on her neat bed and a

the door and we sat on her