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.

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 in a flirtatious manner.

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

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

looking around, I 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

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

on the kitchen island. I then find spme

and salt from the spice rack.

and line my baking trays with parchment

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

smooth.

monitor and stir the sugar until it is a nice golden color before adding a stick of butte, salt,

un and

the saltine crackers and then take my pretzels, crush them up sprinkle them on the sauce. It doesn’t take long for the caramel to set

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

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

arm.

roll your eyes at me sweetheart?” Any playfulness was now gone

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

seethed through my gritted teeth. My anger building suddenly and I felt like punching him. Struggling again to get out of

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

the fucking attitude, Aurora.” He

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 in my cage and lock the door? Embarrass me in front of your men? Take away my freedom? Make me sit with you assholes day in and day out and let me waste away? Or how about you kill my best friend?

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