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.

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

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

my eyes and I drifted unconscious.

my lungs. I tried to lift my head only to

feeling. I started flailing my arms and tried to reach for the

head down only to be submerged

as oxygen tried to fill my lungs.

moments later a face came into my view and it was Kai. He smiled at me and kissed 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. I could make out a

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to follow but was stopped by a very drunk Fernando Santiago. If I had a 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 him. She’s a decent fuck, but she sleeps with anyone

and Charlie throw those hussies off of

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The Masked Ball Part

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and he was ening called a waiter over and ordered refills for everyone. My guys bank a moment to ask me about the

Abraham, saunter over to

nut much.” I reply and take another sip of my middle–class liquor. There