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.

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

me!” Grammy said politely, tapping the cushion next to her. There were little treats like an carly morning high tea and a

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

of the story,

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 woman.

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

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as old as Terror – Part

some pretty despicable things.

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

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.

helpless flirt. He wasn’t shy in complementing me and calling me

me. I was the anti–social, nerdy kid and Justin was Mr. Popular and on all the sports teams. And I

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

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

me.‘

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 gifts and insisted on walking me to school every day and walking me

be cordial but she became distant. One day I cornered her and asked her what was going on and

are the pearl of my eyes.

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 his home, I found his door open slightly. I pushed it open after knocking and there was no reply. I thought something may have happened and well what I did see changed my

He had a pocketknife and slit his throat without batting

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