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.

He belongs to me. I will not let some slut near him.” She was in my face. Her breath smelled like rotten onions and champagne. I felt a fire in my bones.

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.

and I drifted

water. I had inhaled water and it was filling my lungs. I tried to lift my head only to have a

started flailing my arms

head down only

pain shattered within me as oxygen tried to fill my

my forehead and hugged me against his chest. I clung to him like a lifeline, my grip feeling weak but his arms around me were strong and warm. I looked over and saw Jason, Charlie, Ben, and few others standing around, looking murderous.

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in my body, I would be sad for her seeing her so upset over those sluts sitting with Jason and Charlie. Delilah McCallister

didn’t see Jason and Charlie throw those hussies

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The Masked Ball

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looked at Alesi who had one of our staff whores on his lap. She was kissing his neck and he was ening called a waiter over and

Delilah’s father, Abraham, saunter over

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