The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

he Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

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Aurora POV

“Once upon a time” Dimitry begins, an evil smirk on his face. I am seriously panting heavily right now; my leg is throbbing, and I continue to feel a steady warm stream of blood cascading down my leg and a nice pool of red paint on the floor. It runs a small river to the metal grate on the floor and disappears. There is a strong coppery smell that hits my nose. I scrunch my face in pain and disgust.

Dimitry gets up from his seat and walks behind me, slowly like every step is calculated. I hear some clinking on a metal table before he returns with a lighter and a clear container full of black sand. The bastard lifts the lid near my face, and I get a strong whiff… gunpowder! Oh for fucks sake!

Dimitry sits down casually on his stool, paying attention to the floor, being careful not to step in the growing puddle of blood near his feet.

“Where was I? Oh right, Once Upon a Time, there were two families. Neighbors, friends, colleagues. The men grew up together, never wavering in their friendship. Their names were Ivan and Henry. Some called them brothers. They came from two different foreign families. One from Russia, and one from Ireland. But that didn’t matter to them. They didn’t see countries. They saw the person. They did everything together. School, sports, even girls. They were inseparable. Until a wee little vixen came into play named Sophia. He spat Sophia’s name with such ferocity, that I thought his teeth would fly across the room.

I hadn’t noticed how he had sprinkled the gunpowder onto my stab wound, being engrossed in his tale until he stopped and holy guacamole did that burning sensation make me want to scream bloody murder. 1 grit my teeth tightly and tried to muffle my sound. I did not want to give this ass that satisfaction. He took a moment to smirk before he lifted the lighter in front of me. Click! And a flame appeared.

The seemingly innocent amber flicker of heat was now my greatest fear. My heart instantly picked up pace at an alarming rate. He then quickly brought the flame to the gushing wound.

Pain. Searing, ripping pain. I watched as my leg sparked like a firework and heat spread across my thigh like I was placed in the deepest inferno of hell.

“Ahhhhhhh!” I scream so loudly that if there were windows, they may have shattered at the high decibel frequency belting from my mouth. I can’t help but struggle in my restraints trying to get away from the burning flesh. My burning flesh. If I was panting hard from the stab wound, I was practically hyperventilating now.

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

hurts. Inhale, exhale.

unperturbed, Dimitry continues: “Henry and Sophia became close. They started dating and

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he grabbed my chin with so much force between his thumb and fingers, that I was afraid he’d crack my jaw. “I expect your full attention Aurora! It’s bad enough you tried to run away from me!”

He let my

his dealings. He was claiming the city they lived in. Henry was soon recruited

pick up medicine for his dear sweet mother, who was very sick at home. As he rounded the corner to his street, he could smell burning wood. A soft orange glow was down the street, close to where his

a breath. He twirled the scalpel in his hand

you know what he

conscience warned me. But do I listen, nope! “Hmm.. a leprechaun riding a

a

glares at me, clearly seething in anger. He licks his upper teeth before biting his lower lip, exhaling a huff

while I watch him twirl the scalpel in his hand again. I blinked

sideways and call me a box of skittles, that hurt! I scrunch my whole face in agony. I

engulfed in flames. His whole family was inside that house… Sophia, Henry, and a few other men are leaning against the fence across the street, watching. He puts his hand around the

targeted. But at that moment, he wanted blood. He went across the street and went to strike

their illegal activities. The police

he once again placed gunpowder on my open wound and then lit it on fire, cauterizing the gaping hole in my flesh, and searing it like a steak

behind me and instead begins a slow pace around. me, like a shark stalking his prey. “So what did Ivan do? Ivan found the biggest

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The Romanovs.