The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

53 – Tale as old as Terror – Part 2

**Aurora POV 毕业

Grammy continued “But even with his temperament and his overbearing rules, one thing was always true: he always made sure I was taken care of. He put me first and gave me a very comfortable life. He would drop anything for me and coming running to my side no matter what it was, big or small.

Geralds temper was hot and heavy and very short; he could kill someone without blinking for just looking at him the wrong way. But he never once truly harmed me; and he was insanely protective of me and his family. He earned respect and earned loyalty.

He took care of all his men and paid them very well. Even the lowest delivery boys knew that they would be taken care of and Gerald made sure that families were taken care of if one of his men was killed or put away. He didn’t stay behind a desk and bark orders; he was right there on the front lines with his men. That was one of his most redeeming qualities. Something that those boys also have. We trained them that way.

For years I loathed Gerald. He took away all my firsts and I considered myself his prisoner for a very long time. He made sure I didn’t have any relationships outside of his control. He took me from my home and let my parents get killed by a rival gang. Yet he made me feel safe and loved and cared for. I was a hot mess of emotions. I guess being so young, I was naïve and you have to remember that the time we were in women were groomed from birth to be more submissive babymakers and homemakers.

I got pregnant with Jason’s father, Henry, three months after our marriage and had three more sons by the time I was twenty–six. Their names are Robert, Sylvester, and Albert. Sadly all but Robert have been killed over the years. Robert is not in the life; he is a Priest back in Ireland and I couldn’t be prouder of him.

Well, anyway, so one day I woke up and realized that I actually loved the man as crazy as it sounds. Once I gave into my feelings and opened up to him, our relationship blossomed. We explored the world together and as his businesses. rose in success, his mafia empire expanded. He was a King and his bedroom appetite had exploded.

I gave myself to his carnal desires and let me tell you, we both became insatiable. He started exploring more intricate ways to pleasure and I was right there with him. You kids call it ‘kink‘ these days. It was a turning point for us and we never looked back.

I am not saying that what those boys in the other room did to you was right in any way, but you are not alone. They already did irreversible damage, but it can get better. I wish I could tell you that they will let you leave, but sadly you know that is never going to happen. Those boys are just as stubborn as my Gerald.

They put their heads in their assess and let it blind them. They were trying to break you like they break their prisoners but you are not their prisoner. They blurred the hard lines between home and mafia.”

“I’m confused Grammy” I said, hoping to seek some clarification because my head was spinning.

She smiled at me: “These mafia men need complete control, it’s like it is engrained in their DNA. Gerald and I introduced these men to a concept of BDSM from when they hit puberty but what those little shitheads have been doing is not what we taught them. They went back to the old ways of the Mafia and became abusive cavemen. They looked at you as a possession or a prize to win instead of the love of their life.

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53–Tale as old as Terror – Part 2

True BDSM is based on trust, communication, and above all consent. Your consent is the only thing that allows them to act on those deepest darkest fantasies. Submissives therefore has the ultimate power in that way. If it is done correctly, both parties have a euphoric experience.

Those boys want to be your dominants but they also want to be your other halves. They want to have a future with you. I know you feel something for them, deep down. It’s okay to be conflicted right now.

forgive them fully for their past actions. They have done terrible things. I was married to Gerald for 43 years before he died and he’s been gone for over ten years now. I still haven’t forgiven him for some of the shit he put me through over the years. So don’t forgive them, but you can try

to bring a little heaven into their circle

Well damn.

Unknown POV

when Alexi barges in my office

I say with a tired tone. I don’t even look up

isn’t picking up his cell. He has missed his last two check ins and some of our other contacts have reported that he hasn’t given any instructions on shipments either. It’s been

my work and look up at him. I don’t like this information at all but it’s not abnormal for Thomas to miss a call if

speaker.” I demand.

the number. “The number you have called is no longer in service” says the automated message.

other number?” I ask Alexi who just nods quickly and dials it too. Same message. Okay, now I am getting pissed off.

Luca is supposed to be deep under cover and

Ring Ring “Yeah?”

Alexi Boss wants to talk to you. You are on speaker.” Alexi says it in a special form of Arabic. All my spies and top ranks are trained

I addressed

2/4

Mon,

as Terror

“Boss.”

can’t get a hold of Thomas. Do you know what is going

Luca gets quiet to which Alexi replies

all

I do not have time for this shit.

Luca blurts out.

me?” I retort. I am stunned.

on the traitor spike in the main warehouse. I would have called but I didn’t know he was

one of us.”

FUCK!

stuttered again. Fear rattled his

pinch the bridge between my nose: “What

you told us to keep watch over