The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

77 – Fucking Fortress

Jason POV

“AGAIN!” I shout out my command. About 100 of our men are brutally spating in pairs in one of the large gym rooms in our compound’s training center. I was leading physical training today; Charlie and Kai were training in weapons and Ben was with out tech group trying to infiltrate the security systems surrounding the Main Marco Compound.

“Show no mercy to your opponent?” I shout. I walk around the mats, correcting postures and giving tips to strengthen a move here and there.

It’s been almost three weeks since she was taken. Almost three weeks that a monster has had his claws into my baby and I have no idea how she is. We had been training her hard and she is a great lighter. She has a warrior spirit and 1 know deep down that she is alive.

Unfortunately, my new inside source confirmed that our princess was locked up in the main house. It’s in the middle of a 100–mile fucking forest surrounded by giant fucking mountains and more fucking forests in fucking northern Canada where it is like a tundra–like 90% of the fucking time! Fuck!

It’s a strategic nightmare. Marco has over 1,000 men surrounding his property, all armed with the latest models of automatic machine guns, hidden sniper nests, and specially trained, highly combative, lethal guard dogs. And a fucking pack of Jaguars! Who the fuck has a guard Jaguars? We have tigers and they are badass but this was extreme in my opinion. Clearly this crazy bitch. Ah, who am I kidding? I would love to have a fucking pet jaguar who could annihilate anything that breathes on command. But I digress.

There are only two roads that lead to the main house, obviously heavily guarded and has cement roadblocks and large tire spikes lining the roads, Each entry point is about 50 fucking miles from the house. There is a high voltage 50–foot electrical fence around the lower perimeters, and heat and movement sensors through the entire property. The fucking snowcap mountains make it almost impossible to fly over without detection and make a nice natural fortress too.

The high altitude and freezing weather conditions can cause issues with our transport, firearms, and tech and my source also said there are land mines and other traps as well. It is a fucking fortress to keep people out but also to keep people in like a precious little sassy brunette. And that is of course just getting to the building.

The house itself is a monstrous 6–story fortified castle, easily over 1 million square feet of steel and rock with the “most intricate, intelligent, and beautiful technological security system” in the words of Ben. With a touch of a keystroke, the whole house can be locked down like a fucking panic room. I swear when Ben learned about what tech he was up against, I am fairly sure he came in his pants.

He has been sprouting a very obvious boner for the last 2 days, the sinister smile on his face never faulting once. He is as giddy as a teenage boy seeing boobs for the first fucking time and a 5–year–old in a candy store combined. He was finally discharged from our medical wing three days ago but has to be on bed rest for another week at least. That is not stopping him, though. He had half of his geek squad set up shop right in one of the spare living rooms in the house and had a bed brought in so he could rest easier without moving much.

Grammy has also stuck around, watching over him like a hawk. She is babying him and he is just eating it up. The little shit! I love him. He deserves it though after everything that has happened.

after he woke up, he got a bad infection in his lungs and they had to operate. The bullets that hit him were laced with poison. If

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able to operate immediately. He lost part of his left lung

recovering, we had been sending scouts and pulled favors with the local gangs around the world to log routines, advantage points, movements, everything of not only the main compound but to locate every

compound when he was compromised. It would have to be well coordinated and we have been finalizing plans and gearing up for the war

Marco before we can get close enough and he may harm Aurora or worse disappear with her. Ben’s team

his team have come up with some pretty kick–ass tools before and I have no doubt we are in for a treat with this mission. It’s personal so we have no trouble bringing out the big guns, and I mean that literally. The fucktard put a bullet in my best friend and took

makes us unstoppable. Ben is like the crust to our apple pie. Wouldn’t be the same without

me out of my inner thoughts, I blow my whistle to signal a break. These men are training hard. I hear a few loud exhalations and see several men drop on the mats. I saw lots of substantial progress, their bodies glistening in bruises, blood, and sweat. We will need to be at our best if we are going to war with Dimitry Marco. I

worst enemies, yet we have only ever met at the Annual Mafia Gala a few times. Our families have always been

my best friends and I are ruthless and some say psychotic, we still have a moral code. Our great–great grandfathers built our respective mafias from the ground up. They worked hard, killed harder and learned to be ruthless in the office. We don’t purposely harm children and rarely do we harm women either. We only kill when we have to. Okay,

are quite good at it. We have perfected our trade and made a reliable reputation. We enjoy our women submissive and yes we may like to call Aurora our “slave” sometimes, but it’s not forced bondage. She was still given freedom and is treated like a queen. She’s our woman

families cut ties with him, which started this rivalry. He also deals in kidnap- for–hire and adoption schemes. He has no problem with harming children. That man is sick if he can displace children and sell them into slavery. He is cruel and calculated. And

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velvet boxes from my drawer. I opened up the long one, inside was a gold chocker chain we had customized for Aurora. It has four birthstones inlaid separately on four smaller chains that all connect at the sides a make

collar would make her more comfortable. It was her token showing the world she was ours to conquer and ours to keep. Only ours. I cant stop thinking about how beautiful she will look wearing it or better yet what she will look like with it on underneath me. We want to

and pause to open it when I hear a light tap tap on the closed door.

back in the drawer, and grab the first folder in the