The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

48 – Let’s Go Home

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Third Person POV

“Hello Sweetheart. Miss us?” Charlie said with a sickly–sweet tone, almost a hint of evil laced his voice.

Aurora stayed frozen in her spot. Her heart was beating so loud, all other sounds were drowned out. A million thoughts rushed through her head. How did they find her? Why are they here? Why did they come looking for her after all these months?

No one was saying a word. The four Mafia leaders just kept staring at their precious girl and Aurora stared at them with mixed emotions, no one moving, and Aurora was on the verge of no breathing.

“You don’t want her. She’s just a plain cook. Could lose a few pounds too. You need a real woman.” Tabitha tried to be seductive while she spit her vile words, adjusting her small boobs in her pushup bra.

“Oh honey” Kai spat back, “you aren’t a real woman and I bet that cunt of yours has been spread for every boy with a hard on in a hundred–mile radius. It’s probably infested with disease. Now go get the fuck out.” He wasn’t playing either. He was mentally seething, thinking that he was two words away from just shooting her. He wanted to hold his woman and get her home, not play babysitter to some hooker.

Tabitha was mortified and embarrassed so she left back to the kitchen in a huff, hiding in the staff break room and silently cried.

Back in the dining area, Aurora was still frozen in her spot. She knew she should run, but by the look of the six guards that were already standing and making their way around the room to secure it, there was no way she would get five feet.

Jason took the last swig of his bourbon and wiped his mouth gently before speaking calmly.

“Get your things Aurora. We are going home.” He stood up, placing five crisp one–hundred–dollar bills on the table and walked over to her shaking form and stood toe to toe with her. She was surprised when he gently leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She looked at him with bewilderment and he returned her look with that devilish smirk that had her panties feeling a little warm.

“What is going here!” the soft yet confident voice of Mrs. Katherine came booming behind the reunited pair.

could even turn around and say something, Jason spoke. “I’m terribly sorry Ma’am, but I am afraid you will be losing dear Samantha here. She ran away from home and we are bringing her back to where she belongs.” He made sure to emphasize Samantha like it was a dirty word and it was clear to Aurora that there was no room for

tried to get her attention but Aurora was too scared to even speak but she forced herself to turn and face the one woman who was

heartbroken. She couldn’t look at her boss. She turned back to Jason

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looking just how I left you”

a genuine one. All the guards missed Aurora too, of course they would never admit it out loud unless they had a death wish. The bosses were calmer and she made everyone smile. It was just

and two trailing close behind her. She grabbed her little backpack and reached inside. She knew what she was about to do was wrong, but she knew that if she left with them, she was sealing her fate. They were going to break her and she would let

She took a breath and walked out of the office. Igor and Stephen were standing there waiting, their

herself out of it, Aurora raised her hand and pulled the trigger on the spray bottle, releasing the burning contents

just as Jason, Kai, Charlie, and a few guards came barreling out of the back doors. They had heard the screams of the men and rushed to the kitchen; their weapons all drawn at their sides. Igor yelled “that way” while trying to rub his very red face. The guys rushed out to see a car pull out of the parking lot and speed down the

them. “Let her go. We will catch up.” And he walked back through the restaurant

Aurora POV

raced back to my little apartment. The ten–minute drive

town.

like I usually do and ran like hell up the stairs next to the garage, ignoring the calls of

closet door and grabbed the full go–bag and also the small duffel bag I had next to it. I ripped the four outfits I had hanging off their hangers before shoving it inside the duffel and then went at what I considered lightening speed to the small set of drawers to grab my last few articles of clothing, my charger, and little toiletries bag that I kept on the bathroom counter. I took off my chef

turned to the door, which was one of the many mistakes had made that day. I wasn’t listening to the sounds

my bags in my hand, my wide–open door was blocked by Jason and

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shades behind them.

hands. I want to punch that