The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

76 – Betrayed

Third Person POV

Aurora woke up from her deep slumber feeling restless and sad. She had dreamed of her four devils; their faces haunted her thoughts every second even in her sleep. This Marco guy was good–looking, don’t get her wrong, she kept thinking. He certainly was eye–candy and any woman would be stupid not to order off that menu, but she was not that woman. She felt dry and cold in her belly; she was terrified of him even if she tried not to show it. He had kidnapped her just like her men, but there was a different aura around him. He was cold and calculated, a few screws loose, you know? His eyes held an evil glint and not the mischievous, playful evil either.

It had been three days since she first woke up in this weird room. It was cute and comfortable, but it didn’t feel like home. She learned really quickly that the window was really thick and had bars on the outside and a padlock on the inside. All the fixings were bolted down; even the office chair was connected to a steal chain so throwing anything larger than a hairbrush was pointless.

The first full day she was conscious, after examining her room more closely, she had taken some of the throw pillows and sat under the large window the whole day and read various books until she passed out. The next day she had. woken пр and a soft pink chaise lounge was placed in front of the curtains. She has magically been placed back in her bed and her clothes had been changed into some silk pajama top and shorts.

She spent the second day at the desk. She started doodling and ended up painting a large mandolin art piece with these bubble paint pens she found in one of the drawers. She had a lot of fun and got lost in her work. It was so pretty with pastel colors. It was definitely one of the best pictures Aurora had ever done. She always enjoyed painting and coloring. At night, she fell asleep to watching The Great British Bake Off on Netflix.

She was alone most of the time. A new young maid would come and put food on the table for her and leave immediately. They wouldn’t speak to her. And to her surprise, her captor didn’t come either.

So on this third day, she was preparing for another day of isolation. She had been awake for a few hours because of her never–ending thoughts; the sun was already beaming brightly through her barred window as she sat on the chaise and let herself soak in the Vitamin D.

The familiar click of the locks sounded and in walked two maids, one carried her breakfast tray. Two guards also came in. One came closer to her and the other stayed by the door, but not in front of it. The maids then began to clean her room, even though it was tidy.

She sat up but noticed that the guards were watching the maids and not her. The door was open wide and she could see a large empty hallway.

Aurora got a really stupid idea but she had to try.

porcelain bowl of mixed fruit. She took a few bites of grape,

goes nothing she

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76–Betrayed

Aurora POV

breath and clutched the bowl tightly in my grip. I looked at the guard. my left and then chucked the bowl at the guard. I turned to my right and ran. I heard a small grunt and then a small crash but I wasn’t going to stop and look back.

quickly started down the left side of the hall

in my tracks when I almost reach the end of the hall, seeing a familiar face step out of a room and closing

around and saw me, I knew I wasn’t dreaming. The same piercing hazel eyes that

I whispered out in disbelief. She cocked her head and

her like a koala and I was not ashamed. She hugged me hack and I started to sob.

“I saw you

patted my back. My precious reunion was interrupted when I remembered where I was

here! Let’s go.” I yelled and tried to pull her but she stayed rooted in her spot. I had switched spots with her when I tried to lead her away and now could see the two angry guards standing

Bri, please tell me this is some sort of sick joke!” My eyes were still full of tears, my vision was blurry

tightened and before I could blink, she had pulled my arm to

she let go of my wrist. A pair of handcuffs was dangling on my right wrist. I took the moment that she buckled over to then shove her shoulders as hard as I could, sending her flying to her ass. A look of shock was on her face. “Take that, bitch!” I yelled triumphantly, I was no

heavy pressure against the small of my back and a quick look behind me saw that Brianna was straddling me. I tried to move her off but she just sat her

silently and kept my head low as I was hoisted up over one of the guard’s shoulders. I could hear Brianna talking in a different language but I didn’t look up, instead watching a few of my tears hit the ruby red

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