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.

on the other 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

the cushion next to her. There were little treats like an carly morning high tea and a lavender porcelain tea set with which Grammy

just talking about each other like we were old friends. Then she asked me about my time here, saying she heard what the

the story,

her about my wet dream I had of them thought, that would have been awkward. She was very wise and really funny. She was candid and it was clear she was a

a story. Not even my grandson or any of the men know the whole truth and I will take it with me to my grave. Jason knows a little but not the whole truth. You see, I was once like you. Gerald, my late husband, didn’t outright kidnap

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as Terror

despicable things. And this

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 certainly be frightened of them whenever they were around. I was never

matter what you say to yourself. They are like the lights that moths can’t resist. I know

He wasn’t shy in complementing me and calling me his ‘baby girl‘. I was always tickled pink and I

a single rose. I didn’t know he even knew who I was, let alone that he liked me. I was the anti–social, nerdy kid and Justin was Mr. Popular and on all the sports

Justin wasn’t there. And then the next 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,

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 my ear ‘no one gets

me.‘

was an understatement, but I soon learned a 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

disappeared the next day. Girls who whispered behind my back became like walking zombies; Charlotte would be cordial but she became distant. One day I cornered her and asked her what was going on and her only response was “Gerald” and then I knew. That same

the pearl of my eyes. You are mine forever‘.

back 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

a pocketknife and slit his throat without batting an eye. His friends just watched with

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