The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

61 – The Masked Ball- Part 2

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I ignored her and tried to leave the room only for her step in front of me and her possie stepped on either side of Bon

blocking my one and only exit.

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“Please let me pass.” I asked politely. I just wanted to go home.

“You are the one with OUR men.” She made sure to emphasize ‘our‘. Her nasal voice was like acid in my wanted to hurl.

throat. I

“Look, I don’t want any trouble. I just want to leave.” I tried to sidestep them only for the leader of the group, Jason’s supposed fiancé, pushed me back hard. I stumbled backwards a few steps and she started to creep towards me like she was a huntress out for her nightly snack.

near him.” She was in my face. Her breath smelled like rotten onions and champagne. I felt a fire in my bones.

spat and shoved her back. “And he isn’t yours!” I tried to walk past them and almost got to the door when I felt a sharp pain hit the side of my head and I fell on the floor with a sharp thud, the other side of my head hitting the marble floor. My vision was very blurry. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and felt my breath expel from my lungs. The pain continued to travel all over my body. I used my arms to shield my face and I could taste something metallic in my mouth. I kept hearing voices but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Soon darkness

my eyes and

and it was filling my lungs. I tried to lift my head only to have

adrenaline to survive overpowered every other feeling. I started flailing my arms and tried to reach for the force

head down only

darkness one more time. Suddenly my head was pulled out of the water and a piercing pain shattered within me as oxygen tried to fill my lungs.

were strong and warm. I looked over and saw Jason, Charlie,

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upset over those sluts sitting with Jason and Charlie. Delilah

and Charlie throw those hussies off of

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The Masked Ball Part 2

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a waiter over and ordered refills for everyone. My guys bank a moment to ask me about the latest shipmen (07:0 coming from Serbia and we

saunter over to

think I have ever seen you here before. What company are you with? He reaches out to shake my hand. I just stare at him and ignore his last question. “I don’t like guing nut much.” I reply and take another sip of my middle–class liquor. There was a moment of silence and the wensel was becoming nervous. When he realized I wasn’t