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.

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

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

eyes and

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

started flailing my arms and tried to reach for

head down

my body. I welcomed the darkness one more time. Suddenly my head was pulled out of the water and a piercing pain shattered within me as oxygen tried to fill my lungs. I

a lifeline, my grip feeling weak but his arms around me were strong and warm. I looked

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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

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

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Masked Ball Part 2

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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

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

seen you here 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.