The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

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The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

34- Unicorn Crack

Aurora POV

It’s been three days since I received that envelope. Every spare moment I have, I spend contemplating the contents. I made sure it was well hidden inside the bathroom cabinet and placed the papers inside the box of tampons at the back for good measure. I wouldn’t want to know what would happen to me if they found out I had it. I know that my room has cameras but thankfully these Mafia men were not total perverts.

I was sitting on my sofa in my room, attempting to read the romance novel resting on my folded legs in front of me.

This room is beautiful, but it is still just a gilded cage. I may no longer be chained to the bed, but I still have locked doors and armed guards standing by.

My increasing boredom was thankfully interrupted by a roaring growl from my stomach. I looked at the clock on the

wall and it w

still too carly for lunch but I was craving some salty and sweet treats. I wondered if my new “freedom”

would allow me out of this room?

I got up and crept to the door. I knocked confidently three times and stepped back slightly when I heard the click of

the locks.

A guard poked his head inside, looking bored himself. “What?” He questioned harshly, his thick European accent was coarse and a little intimidating.

cleared my throat and asked “Can I leave my room? I’m bored and really hungry. I was hoping I could go to the kitchen and bake some cookies?” I asked sweetly, failing miserably to bat my

me before grunting and pulling out his phone. He dialed a number and after three rings someone spoke up. It wasn’t on speaker, but I could still hear the other person faintly. The guard spoke in a foreign language, probably one of those Slavic dialects. We waited

door open for me to pass him. I quickly made my way to the kitchen, rolling my eyes when I saw the goons in black following me. Once in the spare kitchen, I first washed my hands and then headed to the massive walk–in pantry to see what ingredients was in stock. The goons took a seat at the small kitchen table near the back wall, both taking out their phones

got a rush of emotions like anger, fear, and sadness mixed with a spike in energy like I wanted to run a marathon. It took me a moment to realize that my period was most likely coming and all this stress lately, wouldn’t be helpful. Damn

treat would satisfy all my cravings. Happy dance! There is a reason it is called crack. It’s

crackers, sugar, chocolate, sprinkles, pretzels, and peanut butter and place them on the kitchen island. I then find spme large baking trays, two pots, a glass bowl, parchment paper, cooking spray, butter and cream

fridge, and salt

and set it to boil and line my baking trays with parchment paper and the saltine cracker base.

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add the chocolate bark and peanut

smooth.

my sugar and turn the burner on low. I continue to monitor and stir the sugar until it is a nice golden color before adding a stick

un and

doesn’t take long for the caramel to set and then I pour a generous helping of the melted chocolate on top

two buttons on his collared shirt was open and his tie was badly tucked in his pants pocket because part of it was sticking out. He wore a gold watch that matched the numerous golden rings sparkling on his fingers. He looked really handsome. I couldn’t help myself but to stare knowing that there was

he asked, a wicked smile on his face. Well, that ruined my mood quickly. I rolled my eyes in response and made my way to the pots and pans in the sink to start cleaning up but he stopped me

arm.

roll your eyes at me sweetheart?” Any playfulness was now gone from his face, his features now stern and

in the mood for this today. I tried pulling my arm out of his grasp but he wouldn’t budge. In fact,

and I felt like

again rolled my eyes and made my way to the

fucking attitude, Aurora.” He fumed

facing him, my hands gripping the edge of the counter by the sink so tightly that my knuckles were white. “What will you do? HM?” I challenged. I spun around and just let my built–up anger and anxiety unleash itself and boy did I lay on the sarcasm while I was at. “Will you spank me Charlie? Throw me