The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize



18 - Safety First

***Aurora POV**

*AURORA?!" screamed my best friend.

"Hi. Can I come in? Please?" I ask shyly. My fear of being outside and being caught is starting to seep into my pores.

'Oh my GOD! Of course girl!* Briana, my best and only friend since I was 12, opens the door wider so I can step inside. She engulfs me in the biggest hug, and I hold onto her like a safety blanket.

After a few moments she lets go of me and I step further into her home. She shuts the door and deadbolts the locks.

"Where the fuck have you been bitch?" she says sternly, trying to act like a mama bear, her hands on her hips and everything.

I go and place my bag on her cream leather sofa in the living room and sit down, letting the exhaustion kick my ass once again.

I chuckle at her as I say "It's a long story Bri. I was hoping to crash here for a day or two. Please?" I can barely keep my eyes open.

'Of course you can sweetie." She comes over and sits down next to me, she is still in her satin shorts and tank top, her hair is in a messy bun. "Why don't you get a little nap and I'll get ready and make us something to eat, hm?" I nod my head in agreement and close my eyes, feeling safe for the first time in a few days.

Sometime later, I feel a soft shake on my arm and my senses slowly start registering where am. I jolt awake thinking I am with those monsters again, only to see the concern etched on Brianna's face.

I am breathing really heavily, my hand on my heart. "Hey, it's okay. It's just me. You're okay." I hear Bri's soothing voice.

When I am settled again, I look at her with an apology written all over my face.

'Girl, what the hell happened? You have never been so jumpy!" she asks, once again sitting next to me and this time, grasping my shaking hands in hers and she starts rubbing her thumb in soothing circles on the tops of my hands.

"Where do I start?" I begin to exhale a shaky laugh, thinking about how and what to tell her.

"How about from the beginning?" She suggests sarcastically.

I nod. I take a few deep breaths. Inhale, exhale.

"Okay so..." And thus I began to tell her what happened. I told her about what happened with Chef Alex and having to make dinner for some rich ass men. How I had to go meet them only to find out that one of the guys was the same man who I gushed over a few weeks before. How they took me to their home and called me theirs. How they claimed they were in the mafia and how I tried to escape. The spankings, my mixed feelings. How I escaped this time. Dmitry and the ride, everything!

During my tale, she had brought me some coffee and two sandwiches with eggs, bacon, and avocados which I happily accepted and devoured.

She was speechless almost the whole time, totally enraptured by the events of the last few days.

Turns out I was actually missing for about five days. It was the afternoon now. She let me sleep about 6 hours or so on her sofa, and said I looked like I needed it. I definitely feel a lot better. She brought me some pain meds.

I told her these guys were dangerous and didn't want to involve her more than I already did. She asked me if I had a plan and I thought about it. I needed to go out of town for a little bit until these men found someone new.

She let me borrow her phone and I called Chef Alex. His stepfather's brother had a cabin in the mountains. We went there once for a winter trip; it was cozy and secluded.

When he answered, I told him who it was. He then had a little freak out, asking me what the hell was going on. He said the owners had ordered him to find a new chef since you were no longer available. I told him that I was in a bit of personal trouble and needed to get away. When I mentioned the cabin, he was totally for it.

He said I could use it as long as I needed. The key was in a secret compartment in the mailbox. I thanked him a few times and he said I could repay him by giving him my burger recipe when I came back home. He may be an ass, but he can be a good guy when you get to know him. He reserves his douche bag attitude for everyone else.

Bri and I talking like old times, cuddled up on the sofa. She helped re-clean and bandage my knee and got me ice for my bruises. We ate a few snacks. The sun was starting to get that Late afternoon glow when I heard a few screeching tires outside.

My heart immediately started pounding fast as I ran over to the window and peaked through the blinds. My heart then leapt into my throat as I saw several black SUVs parked haphazardly on the street, blocking in my car and several men in black suits carrying guns were stepping out of the cars. I then saw Jason and Kai step out of one of the vehicles.

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT! How did they find me??

I looked over at Brianna who was still on the sofa, with a questioning look on her face. I ran over to her quickly, grabbing her hands in mine and whispered "Bri. We have to leave. RIGHT. NOW!' I was trembling and she just looked at me like I was crazy.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked back, not moving. I grabbed my bag on the sofa while trying to pull her with me. "They are here I squeaked out. Her eyes bugged out and she froze.

Then a harsh knocking was heard at the door.

*AURORA! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED" I heard Kai yelling at the door.

Bri and I exchanged panic looks.

"I WILL COUNT TO 5!" Kai's voice boomed again.

It was like a switch flipped in Bri. She immediately grabbed my hand and pulled me to her basement door. She grabbed her keys and purse on the kitchen counter, and we descended the stairs. She locked the door behind her before she followed me.

We could hear the door bust open when we reached the bottom of the stairs. You could hear a distant voice command to search everywhere.

Bri leads me through the basement to another door. Inside was a cement hallway. She closed that door, and we ran down the dimly lit path.

We quickened our pace when we could hear another door being busted and screams of anger as we came to another door.

Brianna quickly opened that door and inside was a garage with two cars.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

She grabbed a set of keys by the door and unlocked a black range rover. I jumped in the passenger seat, and she got in the driver seat. A wall behind us opened up and she started the engine.

As she started backing up, the door we had just come through flew open and out stepped a furious looking Kai, his gun raised.

I locked eyes with him as Bri didn't hesitate to hit the gas pedal and we sped away down the opposite street. Kai and two other men were running after us, but we soon lost them when Bri drifted the car around and put the car into drive, speeding through the quiet suburban street.

There were a few clink clink* sounds hitting the back of the car that frightened both of us. They actually tried to shoot the car!

Bri continues to speed down the streets, zigzagging through the neighborhoods.

"Bri, what the hell was that tunnel?" I say when I thought we were out of immediate danger.

'That's my dad's old place. He built a tunnel so I wouldn't have to walk home in bad weather. Haven't had the heart to sell his place since he died. So it's just now storage and stuff." She says, shrugging her shoulders.

"Badass!" I say to her smiling.

"I know!" She smiles back, flipping her hair over her shoulder dramatically, making us both start laughing,

It doesn't take much longer for her to get on the highway headed out of the city.

I look out the window, watching all the buildings fly by in a blur. I peak down at the side mirror and see a few huge black cars weaving through cars behind us.

I quickly turn around to look out at the back windshield, praying silently that it's just my imagination.

My eyes widen in horror.

*BRIANNA!" I scream. My heart racing faster as I look to her with fear in my eyes.

She looks at me questioningly before she looks into the rearview mirror, and I hear start muttering a string of profanities.

'Strap in tight babe! Safety First!" She warns me just as she hits the accelerator to the max and I feel my whole body being thrown back. I pull my seatbelt tight and hold onto the leather armrests for dear life. How the hell did they find us?