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

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and practically drag

oh pleaseeeeeeeee!!!!” I squeal, jumping up and down and giving the

says

I have no choice but to bring out the big guns

more in his ear, “Please. Dad! And then I bck

with my puppy dog eyes and

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 horse I

and purple flowers and a golden lace

blue mane

my personal

out at the crowd and see Jason standing by the table and watching me with hooded eyes and a smile on his face.

schoolgirl crush and wiggle in my seat. Ben just had a handy belly laugh the whole time. As the ride spins us, I keep glancing at him, and I smile wide. It is so fun to see such a large. intimidating man on

decides it is too

escorts

and bites his lower lip and gives me a nice slap

bum in response.

when

“Yes

I see his eyes widen

on the back of my neck stood up got a bad feeling. I started looking around me, but I couldn’t see much

and 1

1. US.

noticing my frantic searching

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Fun Begin

satisfied with my answer, especially since I keep trying to peer

I feel like something is wrong. Maybe I am just overthinking?” I try to shrug it

flags one of the guards and whispers in his ear. That guard then says something in his jacket coat and he and a few others casually break away

a corner of the mall and then…

BOOM!

ball escapes the air in front of us. We all are thrown back by the force but luckily not too close

ringing in my ears. As my hearing returns and my senses come back to me, I hear gun shots,

Pop! Pop! Pop!

up, an arm wrapped around my waist, POP! POP!

People covered in dirt and blood screaming and running frantically out of the way. I see Jason crouched behind one of those art islands, his gun drawn. Several of our guards are also

least three guards are lying motionless on the ground. The

POP!

yelling and motioning for someone to get me out

register Ben pulling me around the corner with a few guards blocking me from sight, all

side. POP! POP!

can be heard behind us like it’s following us and I can faintly see more flashes of guns in front of us. POP! POP! One of the guards in front of me gets struck, blood splashing my

hear Ben curse loudly and one of the other guards picks him up and they help me run through a department