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.

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

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

eyes and I

burning sensation in my lungs. I opened my eyes and barely registered that my head was in water. I had inhaled water and it was filling my lungs. I tried to lift my head

flailing my arms and tried to reach for the

my head down only

as oxygen tried to

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

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seeing her so upset over those sluts sitting with Jason and Charlie. Delilah McCallister has her claws in Jason’s

Jason and Charlie throw those hussies

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Masked Ball Part

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one of our staff whores on his lap. She was kissing his neck and he was ening called a waiter over and ordered refills for everyone. My guys bank a moment to ask me about the latest shipmen (07:0

Delilah’s father, Abraham, saunter over to

another sip of my middle–class liquor. There was a moment of silence and the wensel was becoming