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.

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

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

exchanged pleasantries and spent the first hour just talking about each other like we were old friends. Then she asked me about my time here, saying she heard what the guys had to say last

the story,

in years, I let myself/feel everything, I 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 funny. She was candid and it was clear she was a no–nonsense

cleared her throat and grabbed my hands in 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 my grave. Jason knows a little but not the whole truth. You see, I was once like you. Gerald, my late

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old as Terror – Part 1

he did some pretty despicable things. And this was

a small suburban town on the outskirts a major city. I was sixteen years old, working at the local 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

have this special crazy charm about them, it is undeniably irresistible, no matter what you say to yourself. They are like the lights

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

brought me 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

his arm was in a cast. When I tried to ask him what happened, he ran away from me, sheer terror

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.

me.‘

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 to me or look me in the eyes were Gerald and my

zombies; Charlotte would be cordial but she became distant. One day I

are the pearl of my eyes.

heaven’s sake! So when I arrived at his home, I found his door open slightly. I pushed it open

and slit his throat without batting an eye. His friends just

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