The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

Chapter 29

29–Maybe, Possibly, Sort Of On The Run

Kai POV

The front door is open. The fucking front door is wide open!

She did not try to escape again. Oh I am so close to fucking killing that girl.

Draco looks at me with wide eyes. He is also shocked.

We pulled out our whistles and began to blow them as I once again headed outside to look for the

headache that is named Aurora. I hear a lot of footsteps behind me but as I am scanning the horizon in

front of me, I cannot see her anywhere.

It’s impossible. We weren’t far behind her, and the forest line is too far. There is no way that even Usain

Bolt could have made it to the forest line in time and the road is empty and so is the front garden.

Where the fuck could she be?

Jason, still fully saturated in red stains and reeks of alcohol comes barreling out, his face red in rage.

“What the fuck Kai? Why the whistle?”

“The front door was open. I saw Aurora running this way.” I said bitterly.

It took a moment, but Jason’s face went from rage to pure murder in about two seconds as he

processed what I was saying.

“CALL EVERYONE. ALL HANDS–ON DECK! FIND HER! NOW!” His voice was commanding, he body

was shaking in anger. This was the face of the most feared Mafia leader. This was the King and heads

are going to start rolling literallyContent from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

if we don’t find Aurora soon.

The house alarm was pulled. A loud calling siren began to blare.

Jason storms back inside, and I begin to bark out orders to guards who seemed to come out from

every corner of our

compound.

We sent men to every corner of the house, sent teams to the woods, and even a few cars left the

house grounds to

search the roads.

About 45 minutes later, my walkie–talkie that I now have in my hand squawks.

heen found” I hear

“Boss! Princess has been found. I repeat, princess has one of the guards come through muffled with

static. Princess is her code name among the guards.

Brat is more appropriate right now though.

The alarm is turned off and before I can respond, I hear Jason come over the speaker “Where?”

“Servants quarters. She is in one of servant’s rooms.” The guard replies.

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“I’ll be right there.” Jason responds. Oh, sweet Aurora, this is not good baby. Jason never comes to

retrieve his own prize.

I then get a text from Jason in our group chat as I head back inside.

Head to the dining room. Have some guards bring a few shower curtains and the steel armchair from

the basement.

My eyes stare at the screen and I instantly start spouting a boner in my pants. The soy sauce and

vinegar have pretty much dried on my clothes and now they are sticky, and the strong scent of garlic is

burning my nose, but I am not going to miss whatever torture Jason is planning.

Aurora POV

I had gotten the idea rather quickly to cause a lot of chaos because why not. I knew it was a long shot

to even work, but I tried anyway.

I was in the foyer and saw the front door and thought it would be fun to make them freak out.

I run over and see the panel on the wall. I wonder if the password is the same. I try and it worked. The

stupid bastards. didn’t change the code! Too easy. I hear the clicks on the door and I just turn the

handle when I hear heavy footsteps getting louder.

I throw open the door and dash to my right into the first living room. I remember from my exploring that

this room leads into another sitting room so while hugging the far wall, I manage to slip into the next

room when I hear the

whistles.

I continue through the room as quickly as I can. The whistles and yelling are becoming very faint. I ran

into the music. room and shut the side door I had just entered. I decided to lock it in case they come

looking. I then went to the other door and opened it slowly. I saw a few guards in black running in the

direction of the foyer. I waited with bated breath and when I didn’t see any more guards, I popped my

head out and looked to make sure.

I then dashed across the large hall and into another sitting room, this one looked more like a tearoom

with a full bar. Then I heard the alarm. It sounded similar to a fire alarm. It began to blare loudly and

made my heart quicken even more. This was definitely not what I had intended.

I then made my way to the next room on the right which was a game room. I remember seeing a spiral

staircase in the corner of this room and thought it lead upstairs, thinking I could maybe get back to my

room and hide in the closet.

But the staircase not only led to the floor above but also it went down. Call me curious, but I decided to

go down. They probably would go check my room first and I did not want to be caught while they were

still so angry.

I made my way down the black spiral staircase and there was a hallway. It was grey in color and had

florescent lighting. There were storage boxes along the walls. I realized it must be a servants passage.

That’s it! The servants quarters. They wouldn’t look there would they? Maybe they will calm down and I

can then come find them and apologize.

So I made my way through the hall and came to a wooden door. I opened it and it led to a small open

foyer about the

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size of my living room in my old apartment and then opened up to large open sitting room with lots of

sofas and several televisions mounted on the walls. I saw an open doorway and walked out like nothing

was wrong. I could hear the alarm but it was muted a little, thankfully.

I wondered around for a few moments before I ran into a familiar face. Lillian. She saw me and instantly

ran into my arm giving me a bone crushing squeeze.

“I am so happy you are okay! I heard the sirens. Us servants have to go to our rooms.” She said hastily

and pulled me

with her.

“You should go to your room too! The alarm means serious business. The guards are running around

like crazy!” She continues to pull me through a few more corridors.

“Actually, can I stay with you? My room is on the other side of the house. I don’t think I will be able to

make it in time.” I beg her. A small white lie doesn’t hurt, right?

“Of course! Come!” She pulls me even faster as we hear a guard yell down the hallway “Get to your

rooms now!”

Before I know it she is hauling me inside a tiny room that has a single twin bed, a bedside table, and a

dresser. There was a white blanket on her neat bed and a small white rug on the floor right by her bed.

She locked the door and we sat on her bed.

“So tell me, what did you do with those balloons. I have been thinking about it since you left!”

I took a deep breath and told her everything up to me leaving the room. We both busted into laughter.

“I would have loved to be a fly on the wall!” she breathed out.

Then realization hit her like an oncoming bullet train. “Oh no Aurora. This alarm is for you isn’t it? You

are the bosses” girl. They must be pissed trying to find you. Oh, Lord help us. They can kill you!”

The thought of them killing me terrified me but 1 knew deep down it was clear they were dead set on

keeping me.

“I’ll be okay. They won’t kill me.” I hope I added internally to myself.

A few minutes of us just holding each other’s hands before a loud knock on the door startled us.

“OPEN UP! INSPECTION!” boomed a voice. Shit! I looked at Lillian and she had the same reaction.

My worst fears appeared in the flesh when there was a quick rattle on the doorknob and then it opened

up to show a tall blonde guard with glasses and the usual black monkey suit. Behind him were at least

two more guards with similar

build.

My eyes widened the same time they did and before I could react, six guards entered the tiny room,

blocking both Lillian and I inside. With all six of these beasts like muscle men, we were stuck on the

bed.

One of the guards called his “boss” on a headset and all the guards remained where they were toweing

over us, their cold eyes never leaving me.

What felt like hours later but was only minutes I heard a throat clear behind the giants. They parted

slightly like the.

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red sea and at the doorframe was the devil himself.

Jason.

He had changed into a new black suit with a black shirt, his hair still looked damp from an obvious bath.

“Hello sweetheart.” He said sickly sweet with the most terrifyingly beautiful smile on his face. “Ready for

your punishment?”

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