The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

72 – Let the Fun Begin

Aurora POV

“Oh. My. GAWD! JASON?”

I turn around with everyone else. A very tall, super skinny blonde chick with huge boobs, designer sunglasses that match her fire red skintight, too short booty dress and matching stilettos comes walking frantically over to us with a few retail bags on her arm.

She practically throws herself into Jason’s arms and gives him a smoldering kiss.

Jason, shocked to say the least, forcefully puts his hands on her hips and pulls away from her.

“Charity” Jason says through his teeth.

“Babyyyyy” she whines. Oh sweet, spoiled avocados, her voice makes me want to vomit. I would rather listen to nails on a chalkboard. “I have seen you in forever! I’ve sent you like a million texts and pictures and called you, but you don’t respond,” she continues to whine.

Jason just looks at her, his eyes furrowed. “Charity. We were never a thing. You were a decent fuck when I needed a release. Nothing more. Now get lost.” Ouch. That hurt her ego.

“You don’t mean that baby” she tries to seduce him sweetly, touching his muscled arms. I have this crazy urge to punch

her.

He forcefully removes her hands and raises his eyebrows.

She then looks at me and I swear if she could command flames with her eyes to make me combust, I would be burnt

toast by now.

“You got a new toy is that it? She’s not even pretty to hurl my breakfast.

You know we are meant to be together…” I roll my eyes and try not

“Fuck off Charity.” Jason says and tums us around and we leave her to stew in her own bubble.

For the next three hours, we go from store to store. They pick out all sorts of things, practically a whole new wardrobe and all with four figure price tags. We spent a good hour in Victoria Secrets. They insisted I model everything in the

store.

As some of the guards take the latest bags to the cars, I spot the food court. My tummy grumbles at that cract moment telling me she is hungry. The guys hear it loud and clear and chuckle. So we stopped for food. We are ushered over to a few tables. Our handy dandy armed football team take a few positions around the open space and some sit at

tables next to ours.

I noticed a Carousel in the middle of the court. It’s one of those old–fashioned ones, the ones you see in pictures from the 50’s, with gold trim and porcelain–looking horses.

I suddenly became like a child, and I want to go on with it. While Jason gives the orders to one of the guards, I pull

72–Let the Fun Begin

drag him to the Carousel

pleaseeeeeeeee!!!!” I squeal, jumping up and down and giving the best pers dog

says Batly.

way. I have no choice but to

take a sultry step towards him and whisper once more in his ear, “Please. Dad! And then I bck his ear and

eyes and his whole bad

hand, and we wait a few minutes before we make it up to the ticket counter. He hands the ticket taker a wad of cash and says something to him, but I don’t catch it because I am already headed to the ride. I see the

and a golden lace pattern trim and

sits on a white horse with blue mane and faded gold and blue lace pattern next

my personal

Jason standing by the table and watching me with hooded eyes and a smile on

glancing at him, and I smile wide. It is so fun to see such a large. intimidating man on a good old–fashioned

before my stomach decides it is too

escorts me back to our

him. He groans again and bites his lower lip and gives

bum in response.

when we get back to the

“Yes

was amazing. You should come with us next time!” I try to keep a straight and serious face, but I can’t hold in my laughter when I see his eyes widen and almost

mall. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up got a bad feeling. I started looking around me,

and 1

1. US.

Jason asks, noticing my frantic searching around

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Fun Begin

eyebrows not satisfied with my answer, especially since I keep trying to

something is wrong. Maybe

in his jacket coat and he and a few others casually

of the mall and

BOOM!

the chest as a fire ball escapes the air in front of us. We all are thrown back by the force but luckily not too close as to have the

I hear a ringing in my ears. As my hearing returns and my senses come back to

Pop! Pop! Pop!

arm wrapped around my waist,

way. I see Jason crouched behind one of those art islands, his gun drawn. Several of our

motionless on the ground. The smoke

POP!

yelling and motioning for someone to get me out

me around the corner with a few guards blocking

side. POP!

heads cut off. Gunfire can be heard behind us like it’s following us

in the shoulder. I hear Ben curse loudly and one of the other guards picks