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 him to the Carousel

jumping up and down and giving the best pers dog

Ben says

way. I have no choice but to bring out

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

again with my puppy dog eyes and his whole bad boy demeanor

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 horse I

flowers and a golden lace pattern trim and gold handles. It’s in the

me and helps me on the seat. I can’t help but giggle. Ben sits on a white horse with blue mane and faded gold and blue lace pattern next to me, on the inner most row. He whips his phone out and acts photographer.

my personal

Jason standing by the table and watching me with hooded eyes and

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

five times before my stomach decides it is too hungry to go another

kiss his cheek as he escorts me back to our table.

He groans again and bites his lower lip and

bum in response.

princess?” Jason asks when we get back to

“Yes

with us next time!” I try to keep a straight and serious face, but I can’t hold in my laughter when I see

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

and 1

1. US.

noticing my frantic

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satisfied with my answer, especially since I keep trying to peer over the mountains of muscle walking with us.

know Sir. I feel like something is wrong. Maybe I am just overthinking?” I try

says something in his jacket coat and he and a few others casually

a corner of the mall and then…

BOOM!

in the chest as a fire ball escapes the air in front of us. We all are thrown back

hearing returns and my senses come back to me, I hear gun shots, lots of firing gun shots and shouting.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

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

blood screaming and running frantically out of the way. I see Jason crouched behind one of those art islands, his gun

and at least three guards are lying motionless on the ground. The smoke was

POP!

scream Jason’s name, but I hear him yelling and motioning for

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

side. POP! POP!

People are running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Gunfire can be heard behind us like it’s following us and I can faintly see more flashes of guns in front of us. POP!

take a knee. He was shot in the shoulder. I hear Ben curse loudly and one of the other guards picks him up and they help me run through a department store