The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

Chapter 34

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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.

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 eyelashes

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 for a

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

It took me a moment to realize that my period was most likely coming and all this stress lately, wouldn’t be

by the growl of my tummy that I needed a quick fix and luckily this treat would satisfy all my cravings. Happy dance! There is a reason it is called crack. It’s addicting and I will seriously demolish the whole damn tray in one

saltine crackers, sugar, chocolate, sprinkles, pretzels, and peanut butter and place them on the kitchen island. I then find

the fridge, and salt

and line my baking trays with parchment paper

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water is raging, I add the glass pot and add the chocolate bark and peanut butter and

smooth.

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

un and

crush them up sprinkle them on the sauce. It doesn’t take long for the caramel to set and then I pour a generous helping

them in the walk–in freezer to cool. As I exit the freezer, I notice Charlie is leaning against the center island, looking right at me. He was wearing a navy–blue suit, his top two buttons on his collared shirt was open and his tie was badly tucked in his pants pocket because

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

arm.

Any playfulness was now gone from his face, his

I tried pulling my arm out of his grasp but he wouldn’t budge. In fact, his grip tightened when I refused to answer him.

anger building suddenly and I felt like punching him. Struggling again to get out of his grip

me and I again rolled my eyes and made my way to the

fucking attitude, Aurora.” He fumed behind me.

me Charlie? Throw me in my cage and lock the door?

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