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.

shockingly it was painted a lavender

treats like an carly morning high tea

we were old friends. Then she asked me about my time here, saying she heard what the guys had to say last night and

of the

my mixed feelings and how I was physically attracted to them. I did not tell her about my wet dream I

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

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Tale as old as Terror

things.

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 know what they did but people

men have this special 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

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

that he liked me. I was the anti–social, nerdy kid and Justin was Mr. Popular and on all the sports teams. And I had had a crush on

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

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 my ear ‘no one gets to see this pretty face

me.‘

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 family. He would

boy tried to get close to me, they ended up in the hospital or 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

the pearl of my eyes. You are

enough. I knew where he lived so I went that night to his home to give 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 at

pocketknife and slit his throat without batting

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