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.

is mine. He belongs to me. I will not let some slut near him.” She was in my face. Her breath smelled like rotten onions

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

and I drifted

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 only to have a force on my head keeping me in place. I struggled and struggled, feeling more lightheaded as body

started flailing my arms and tried to reach

head down only to be

shattered within me as oxygen tried to fill my lungs. I

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

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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.

and Charlie throw those hussies off of them and continue to talk

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neck and he was ening called a waiter over and ordered refills

saw Delilah’s father, 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 becoming nervous. When he realized I wasn’t going to entertain him, he said “Um well, have a good night. Thank you for your contributions.” He walked away and I rolled my eyes.