The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

74–This is not my room

Aurora POV

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Darkness, Scary darkness. I am surrounded by darkness. A dream plagued my mind. Not a dream, a nightmare. The nightmare that has plagued my mind since I can remember.

A man dressed in shadows, yet I see his piercing eyes, one green and one blue. His voice, smooth as silk yet gruff like a burly woodsman, a hint of dominant sadism laces his words like a snake wrapped around his prey. “Aurora sweetheart, my love, my sweet girl, he whispers. His touch lightly caresses all over my body as he continues to whisper sweet nothings and nicknames in my car. I feel like I am a small dwarf compared to his massive frame. He is the size of a tree; his arms are rigid around me.

I feel like 1 am going to puke. He repulses me, I feel grimy and gross, and his touch leaves a feeling of dread across my skin. A promise of pain is what I feel. I start to fight the shadows with all the energy I have, but he is so much stronger than I am. As he tightens his hold to stop my futile escape from his grasp, I scream and I am jolted awake from my deepest darkness, panting as if I ran a marathon, a cold sweat coating my face.

It was just a bad dream. His face is always blurry, and yet that voice has haunted me since I was a kid. It takes minute to slow my racing heart and another minute to

register that I am not in my bed at home. I had never seen this room before. This is not my room.

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There was soft amber lighting from a lamp in the corner bouncing off the eggshell walls. White satin sheets and a baby pink duvet on a queen–size bed with a sheer pink toul–like fabric that framed beautifully carved woodwork for the bed posts and canopy. The room was large and had high vaulted ceilings, maybe twenty feet high. The minimalistic furnishings were white and looked clean and new.

A low white dresser opposite the bed expanded most of the wall and mounted above it a large flat–screen TV. A full floor–length mirror in the corner next to it. It looks like there are dark hardwood floors but it is mostly covered by a Bluffy white rug. A white door on the left side of the bed was slightly ajar. Must be the bathroom. There are tall thick matching pink curtains that seal what I believe is a window behind it.

On the other side of the room to my right was another white door, firmly shut but what caught my breath in my throat was seeing three golden–colored locks with a fingerprint scanner on the door above the handle. I would bet all of Jason’s money that it was locked.

I then noticed a small black circle in the corner of the ceiling near the locked door. Once I squinted, I managed to see a small red flashing light. A fucking camera!

As my senses come back, I

a jackhammer! 1 gently rub my temples trying to ease

that were brimming my eyes. He looked so familiar but he looked different too. But

of

Ben! Oh my goodness. He was shot. Another few tears escaped down my cheeks. As much as my Mafia devils scared the crap out of me most of the time, I couldn’t help but miss them terribly

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Tue, 20 Feb

This is not my room

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Wind they come

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I offer up my silent plea

a grip Aurora! You cannot show weakness.

time. I was in black leggings and a white button–down men’s dress shirt. I looked in the shirt and did not see the bra I

bracelets with thick large chain links that I had never seen before adomed my wrists. They were tight like cuffs and there was no clasp but saw a small hole, no Moubt for a key. It had a small rectangular box–shaped plate in the middle of

fuck is

times but there was no inclination of reprieve. The chain only pinched my skin and

the room more. My

minute to find the strength to move my

laundry. The fancy–looking remote for what I am presuming is for the TV is on the top counter as well as a few sealed water bottles and a basket of snacks mainly crackers, cookies and

near the open door and expands to the corner. It is almost the length of the bed. It has a variety of books from history and crime novels to romance and young adult fiction novels. Even a few thrillers. Even a full shelf of cookbooks. How did this person know I like to read cookbooks?

gold marble bathroom is illuminated. It is breathtaking. There is one of those swanky porcelain–looking golden claw–footed tubs. I thought Kai’s private tub was fancy, but this was Buckingham

with brightly colored clothes, Dresses and fancy wear like the closet I have at the mansion. A full back wall of shoes in every color, no doubt they are my size as everything else seems to be. Another wall is full of accessories. I see open shelves to my right full of ultra cloud–like towels and several months‘ worth of my favorite toiletries, feminine products, and makeup, all still in their packaging and sorted neatly into containers. Ha jokes on them since I got an IUD birth control, my period doesn’t come.