The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

52 – Tale as old as Terror – Part 1

Aurora POV

I was escorted down to breakfast the next morning arm in arm with Kai. He chose a forest green full pant romper with a small gold belt. It had pockets which made me happy,

I love pockets! He paired it with brown open toed sandals and asked if he could brush my hair and then to my utmost surprise put my hair in the most beautiful, perfect Prench braid.

Breakfast was the usual gang of men. Grammy was nowhere in sight but to everyone’s surprise, a servant came up to me while I was eating my fridt bowl with a small letter on a silver tray. I took it cautiously and it read:

Please meet me in the lavender parlor next to the music room for morning tea and a chat. We have much to discuss,

Grammy

I smiled at the note and held it close to my chest.

“What do you have there darling?” Jason asked, looking at me skeptically,

“Your grandmother wants me to join her in the lavender parlor after breakfast.” I answered him without much

emotion.

He nodded in response and gave me a small smile.

Once everyone was done, the guys got up and each kissed me on the forehead before leaving the room. Draco and I developed a little secret signal the other day so he made his gesture and I sent mine back as I smiled shyly while he and Carson followed their bosses like the good little dogs they are.

end of the estate and knocked gently. A faint “Come in” was heard and I entered the light and airy room. And shockingly it was painted a lavender purple and all the Victorian style furniture was cream with a lavender print. Lavender flowers were scattered over the room and the fresh floral smell

politely, tapping the cushion next to her. There were little treats like an carly

old friends. Then she asked me about my time here,

the

told her everything including my mixed feelings and how I was physically attracted to them. I did not tell her about my wet dream I had of them thought, that would have been awkward. She was very wise and really

hers. “My dear, I’d like to tell you a story. Not even my grandson or any of the men know the whole truth and I will take it with me to

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things. And this was in

diner. The war had just ended. Gerald and his six buddies started coming in every day for lunch. They were ten years older than I. They were handsome men. Women were always trying to hang with them. I didn’t know what they did but people in the town would

crazy charm about them, it is undeniably irresistible, no matter what you say to yourself. They are like the lights that moths can’t resist. I know you have the same feeling because I see the look in your eyes. I was the same way.

was a helpless flirt. He wasn’t shy in complementing me and calling me his ‘baby girl‘.

and Justin was Mr. Popular and on all the sports teams. And I had had a crush on him for ages! He asked me to join him for

day he had returned with a black eye and scrapes on his face and his arm was in a cast. When I tried to ask him what happened, he ran away from me, sheer terror was in his face. The kids in my school started running away from me, even my best and only friend Charlotte stayed

I had no one around me when Gerald came in just like clockwork. Instead of sitting at his usual booth, he hopped up on one of the barstools and talked with me the whole night. He stayed until closing and insisted on walking me home. When he took me to my door, he leaned down and kissed my cheek and whispered in

me.‘

very valuable lesson in that Gerald O’Donnell’s word was law. And sure enough, for the next five months, the only people that would even try to talk to me or look me in the eyes were Gerald and my family. He would bring me

but she became distant. One day I cornered her and asked her what was

pearl of my eyes. You are mine

his necklace and tell him that I was not interested. I was a sixteen–year–old girl for heaven’s sake! So when I arrived at his home,

pocketknife and slit his throat without batting an eye. His friends just watched with smiles on their

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