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.

here, bitch. Jason O’Donnell is mine. He belongs to me. I will not let some slut near him.” She was

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

eyes and

it was filling my lungs. I tried to lift my head only to have a force on my head keeping me in place. I struggled and struggled,

I started flailing my arms and tried to reach for the force

head down only to be submerged further.

within me as oxygen tried to fill my lungs. I coughed up what I thought was a swimming pool of water. Each subsequent breath felt as if a knife was shredding my lungs. My vision was still blurry

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

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caring bone in my body, I would be sad for her seeing her so upset over those sluts sitting with Jason and Charlie. Delilah McCallister has her claws in Jason’s shirt and no doubt trying to seduce

throw those hussies off

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called 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

Delilah’s father, Abraham, saunter over to my table.

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 going to entertain him,