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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hand and practically drag

oh please oh please oh pleaseeeeeeeee!!!!” I squeal, jumping up and down

Ben says Batly.

have no choice but

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

with my puppy dog eyes and his whole bad boy

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

blonde mane and painted with pink and purple flowers and a golden lace pattern

horse with blue mane and faded gold and blue lace pattern

my personal

at the crowd and see Jason standing by the table

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 a good old–fashioned merry–go–round. He stands out against all the colorful paisley prints and screaming giddy children.

before my stomach decides it is too hungry to

as he escorts

groans again and bites his lower lip and gives me a nice slap on my

bum in response.

have fun princess?” Jason asks when we get back to the table.

“Yes

serious face, but I can’t hold in my laughter when I see his eyes widen and almost a look of terror crosses his face! This

to head to another part of the mall. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up got a bad feeling. I started looking around me, but I couldn’t see much over the giant human bulldozers surrounding

and 1

1. US.

love?” Jason asks, noticing

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hesitantly say. He raises his eyebrows not satisfied with my answer, especially since I keep trying to peer over the mountains of muscle walking with

know Sir. 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

of the

BOOM!

escapes the air in front of us. We all are thrown back by the

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

Pop! Pop! Pop!

arm wrapped

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

are lying motionless on the ground. The smoke was still heavy in the

POP!

name, but I hear him yelling and motioning for someone

corner with a few

POP!

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

shoulder. I hear Ben curse loudly and one of the other guards picks him up and they help me run