The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

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19 Heads and Tails

Aurora POV

“BRIANNA!” I scream at her for probably the hundredth time as she whizzes past other speeding cars

on the congested highway, nearly hitting another car.

“It’s going to be okay babe” she says back, swerving in front of another car.

The black SUVs are still trailing behind. They continue to follow our movements, causing both of us to

become frantic.

Then an idea hit me. We needed to get to the cabin. I saw a sign saying route 9 exit was about 5 more

miles ahead.

“Hey Bri, I have an idea. Route 9 is coming up. Act like we are going to take the North exit on 9 and at

the last second pull the car and head south. We can then take the 23 to the 178. That may buy us

some time.”

“That’s brilliant Rory!” She coos with my old nickname. She flashes me a beautiful smile and tells me to

hold on. Just as exit 9 comes up, as I suspected, two of the SUVS come up right behind us, they are so

close that if we hit our brakes, they will definitely run into us.

Brianna looks in her rearview mirror again and shouts hold on as we start turning at the north exit.

Right before the median divides, Brianna yanks the steering wheel to the left so sharply and barely

misses the metal divider while flooring the gas pedal, getting in front of an 18–wheeler truck, speeding

to the next exit.

I look behind me and notice the two SUVS following us closely are no longer following us and the other

two are trying to catch up but are stuck behind the truck and a few slow cars.

We quickly turn to the next exit and follow the loop so we can head south. We decided at the last

second to take the next side exit and go under the passageway and head back North. There are no

SUVs following us as we merge back onto Northbound Route 9, but to be safe, Brianna exits right

again and merges on to Highway 74.

For about 30 minutes we played a game. I got out a quarter from my bag and would flip the coin –

Heads and Tails. If it lands on Heads, we take the next exit, tails we take the 2nd next exit and then

would do it again for which direction we would take when we got to the next stop light. We figured that if

we made it random, it would be hard to follow us.

Eventually we ended up taking the backroad to Interstate 78 which we needed to get on to head to the

cabin.

About another 30 minutes and we had to stop for gas. The sun was setting at this point and the sky

was dark. We were way out of the city limits, nothing but farmland and small towns now. We exit and

stop at the corner gas station.

I run inside to quickly use the restroom and grab us some coffees while Brianna fills the tank.

I grab the small coffees, pay the cashier and head back outside. I am close to the car when I hear

heavy engines and see at least 8 large black SUVs come speeding into the deserted gas station, their

tires screeching as they come to a halt. I begin running to Brianna, but I freeze when I see a small army

of men dressed in black exit the cars at lightning speeds and raise guns in our direction.

I begin to tremble as the coffee sloshes out of the closed lids and I feel the heat of the coffee sting the

skin of my hands. My eyes are wide, and my heart feels like it is going to jump out of my chest.

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19–Heads and Tails

One of the army looking guys goes to a black SUV close to where I am and opens the back door. Not a

moment later,

Jason steps out of the car.

My eyes were transfixed on the Mafia Don to where I didn’t see that a few men had surrounded

Brianna. I broke my

eye contact when I heard a loud scream and saw Brianna being held tightly by two men in armor suits.

She was thrashing trying to get away, but her struggles were like a feather fighting against a brick wall.

Jason walked right up to me and stopped just mere inches between us. My hands still trembling. I

dared to look up to his tall muscular frame to his cold deadly eyes.

“Hi sweetheart.” He says sweetly, but that sweetness was laced with darkness, his eyes seem black

right now, just like

nis soul.

He reaches his hand to me, and I flinch slightly but it doesn’t deter him. He uses his thumb to wipe

something wet off my cheek, and I realize 1 am silently crying. He steps closer to me so that our chests

are nearly touching, the coffee in my hands the only thing separating our bodies.

He gently reaches out and takes both coffees in his big strong hands, only to instantly throw them out

to the sides of 15. The warm liquid spilling all over the pavement. In the next moment, he harshly grabs

me: one strong arm wrapped around my waist pulling me to him tightly and the other one finds my chin

and forcefully keeps my face in place. I let out a small yelp as the pain started to register.

I try to struggle but my attempts are futile, just like Brianna: feathers fighting against brick walls.

“Don’t touch ber you mother fucking psycho!” Brianna lashes out, still fighting to get released from her

captors.

Tason tums his face to her without releasing me from his grasp. I watch as his face turns sinister, and

he nods at his guards before saying “Shut the bitch up and put her in the car!”

He then turns his attention back to me and my breath catches in my throat, nearly choking me. He just

watches me closely for a few moments before he leans down and presses his lips to my forehead. He

holds his kiss for what seems like an eternity. My heart is still beating like hummingbird wings, tears

trailing down my face.

He pulls away only to say “The guys are waiting for us, love. We best not keep them waiting, hm?” His

charismatic

umile graced his face. It would be charming if it wasn’t for that evil twinkle in his eye that promises me

that I am

about to be in a world of pain

He pulls me with him to the car and practically throws me in the back seat. I hear him say something

like “Light it > “efore he gets in the car and the door is shut Moments later the guards in the front seats

returned and we sped

away in the dark night.

A few minutes later a bright orange glow appears as a reflection in the car and then a large POP is

heard. I stupidly

Lage orange Sheball racing to the sky in the distance where that quiet gas station once was. The

heum of the SUV behind 15 solom blinded my eyes and I was forced to Tum around.

lason, who is castcly on his phone reaches his left hand and places it on my thigh. I try to pry his

fingers off me, but 1

tu creep posesive grow and his fingers tighten his grip that digs into my skin. I remove my hand from

his and

and Jason’s hand remained

thigh. He would occasionally give me a

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