The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

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Aurora POV

“Father?”

I was stunned. A million questions continued going through my head like a cheetah trying to catch its prey in a

thunderstorm.

What? How? Why? When?

My Father. He was dead. I mourned him. The men in black came to the house and told my Aunt. I watched her collapse on the ground in sorrow; I heard her screams of pain.

She hugged me on the floor for hours until I fell asleep in her arms. I remembered the numbness. And yet here he was, in the flesh, holding onto my arms, a smirk on his face that highlighted that woman–swooning dimple he always liked

to show off.

No. This man was not my father. If my father was alive, he would have come for me. Right? He should have come for me when Aunt Maggie died. I shouldn’t have had to go to that terrible home. No, this man was not my father, he died 18 years ago shortly after my mom. I had no family left. I had made peace with that.

I snap out of my inner turmoil when I hear the tap of expensive shoes on the marble. “Stephen! We need to get the shipments…” I turned to face the man of my nightmares, still in the clutches of the man who was supposedly responsible for 50% of my DNA, and he stopped right in his tracks, his face frozen in shock, phone in his hand.

in his eyes, and begins to step closer to me. “What are you doing out of your room, princess?”

it’s just too good an opportunity. “I’m just going for a walk. Figured since the

extraordinaire exhaled a breath with a bored look on his face before he pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand. “Go back to your

thanks

sidestep him and try to rush out the door. Keyword: try. Because just as quickly as I tried to get out the door, a

two, his handsome looks were only a facade to mask his pure black soul. I yelped in pain

his face was as clear as a sunny day. If I could look into his soul at this moment, I think it would promise me a world of pain

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lesson I ever got from Kai. I should have known it was empty. It didn’t feel as weighted. Rookie mistake. Dimitry’s smirk turned to stone as he grabbed the gun

cooed, stepping so close his hot breath hit my face, I could smell a hint of cigars and mint. “You had your fun, now I will get mine!” He growled.

pain blinded my mind. I tried to struggle out of his hold, but Stephen was there and caged me in by holding

begging them to let me go. I unsuccessfully tried to kick, punch, and slap anything I could, only to have a tighter grip on my extremities that made

hurt! His grip loosened but not by much and it was only a second before

ite sat some

tile floor without concern. Good!