The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

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Dindtry raises fals gun arut fires a few shots as far backs us both tramands the Four of the w*.**

and back

He parshes me roughly against the wall and hits a furto Soon stent doors opens up beside you and be roughly pull me Inside before the doors close just in tiron for a few taillets to richet off the wall

We are in an elevator and going up.

I

A few moments later, the doors open to a hallway adeaned rematally similar to the hallway ever but we certainly not stopping to look at the artwork!

He leads me in a death grip on my neck to a set of stairs and we eventually make conway inside. When filing and puffing trying to catch my breath since my ribs are bevised, I see Chimitry shoot a panel on the wall Sparks fly like

He proceeds to grals me once again and places me in the crease of his arm, printing the gun at my heart. My body in sore, I feel weak from the loss of blood, yet I feel tage couring though my homes. He leads me to the side of the building. We are waiting for something

I can one several buildings on fire below, lots of people scurrying about.

As the wind whips around us from the incoming Mades of a helicopter above us and the sounds of helfer caining below, I take a moment to silently wish I could see the faces of the men that I should hate but all I want is for them to embrace me in their strong arms and con sweet nothings in my ear one more time.

and the metal door we came through busted open in a heap of sparks. Out of

the helicopter landed on the mod armes the building. A strong wind hits our faces like

trained on my men and I can’t help but scream “JASON! WATCH OUT! He

hit

out. I begin to struggle in his grip.

wiggle enough so that his grip is loosened. This son of a walking slugworm just spent the last

he threaten my family. How dare he take away everyone I love. I see cage

I find strength in

with all my strength kick him backward right in the kneecap. He screams in pain and goes to hold his knee with both hands. “That was for my mom!”

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around and yell “This is for my dad!” Then I quickly backhand his face and watch his

bringing my knee up and pulling his arm down at the same time, effectively cracking his elbow joint. He drops his gun. Draco taught

I saw when he was shot. WHACK! I give him a menn right book. I think about

my life. I bring my open palms together and smack his ears and he is

has caused so many people. I roughly kick at his ankles. I go for

scream in more

A spray of blood

There are too many

front of me, and he reaches for me so he can pull me toward the waiting helicopter on the other side of the building. No. More. Ms. Nice.

and spin around using my elbow to thrust into his gut. Not