The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

61 – The Masked Ball- Part 2

71%

+10

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.

07:0

“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. How

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

eyes and I drifted unconscious.

lungs. I tried to lift my head only to

I started flailing my arms and

my head down only to

of the water and a piercing pain shattered within me as oxygen tried to fill my lungs. I coughed up what I thought

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 silver gun dangling in Jason’s hand. Darkness once again filled my vision as I felt exhausted. I

Unknown POV

That loser Kai tried 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

throw those hussies off of them and

2/3

The Masked Ball Part

+10 Bonu

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 coming from Serbia and we finalized

Abraham, saunter over to 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