The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

Chapter 39

The Fau

Mafia Men and Their Prize

39- No More Funny Business

Aurorn POV

As soon as I saw Jason put that piece of potato in his mouth, I could barely contain my laughter. I had

observed them for the last few weeks and every time they had potatoes, they would also over salt

them. It was a no brainer to me to baking soda in all of the saltshakers. That shit burns when it hits your

tongue.

I volunteered to help refill all the shakers and condiments today. The servants always have so much on

their plate and this gave me free reign to enact my playful revenge.

Seeing four of the guys react similarly, I let out my giggle. Their faces are contorted like a fun house

mirror. I wish I had a camera. It was golden moment. And then they reached for their “waters.” And in 3, All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

2, 1… SPRAY! Oh this is just too sweet. A little vinegar goes a long way.

Unfortunately, some of Jason’s spit landed on me, so that is gross, but honestly my sides were hurting

with cramps I was laughing quietly so hard, I don’t care. I can barely breathe!

“AURORA!” I hear Kai roar on the other end of the table. He was red as a tomato and a mischievous

evil glint was sparkling in his eye. Well, shit! His eyes met mine and he gave me an unspoken

command that made me shut up really quick. Run!

And so I did. I quickly got out of my chair and fled out the grand doors, my flats pounding hard against

the marble flooring, my giggles still escaping my mouth as I run down the corridor and make a mad

dash to the stairs.

Just as I reach the first stair, strong masculine arms wrap around my waist, earning another squeal. A

husky voice whispers in my ear “Got you baby girl. Now it’s my turn for some fun.” A quick nibble

grazed my ear before my world suddenly spins as I am hauled over his shoulder like a sack of flour and

he proceeds to saunter up the stairs. As I protest against his strong back, it was futile as it was like I

was a feather hitting a cement bunker. A harsh slap on my ass earns me another squeal and I give up

my attempts to get down.

I am taken to a lounge room not too far from the bedrooms and plopped down on the sofa. I was

expecting to be pulled over his knee but he walked away to a cabinet and returned with a pad of paper

and a pen which was tossed on top of the glass coffee table in front of my shaking legs.

+10% “You will write one thousand times “I am a naughty little brat. I will show respect to my masters.‘

And the

Bonus stand in that corner, your nose touching the wall for thirty minutes without so much as a sound.”

Kai ther on the sofa and before I can obviously protest at the childish and obscene punishment, he

gives me a very 08:19 test me’ look so I keep my mouth shut and sink down on the plush maroon

carpet to begin writing. I guess it’s better

than a spanking!

I just finished my 100th line and my hand was cramping. Charlie and Ben come barreling in the room,

slamming the door open with a loud bang! Their faces are a mix of emotions, but they don’t look too

angry.

“What the fuck happened now?” Kaj asked them, looking concerned.

“Ask her!” Charlie pointed to me and I realized what happened and began to howl in laughter like a

hyena! It worked! It actually worked. Damn it, I wish I could have been there to see it. I couldn’t stop the

boisterous laugh leaving my mouth and wiped away a tear that graced my face.

39–No More Funny Business

“What the fuck happened?” I heard Kai ask again and luckily Ben answered for me saying “she put

something in the coffee. I fucking bubbled like the soap suds in our bath.

They actually started floating out of the cups!” He was clearly amused, finally letting out a small chuckle

and luckily Charlie and Kai did too. I began roaring in laugher once again.

“It Was Laundry…Detergent” I barely got out between laughs.

Kai then slid his hands down his face before looking at me, all funny business aside. I settled down and

took a few deep breaths. “Another 200 more lines to your punishment and you are banned from the

kitchens for 2 weeks!”

“What!? Are you kidding me? I’m not fucking twelve Kai!” I started protesting. 700 lines for a little

prank?

“Want to add spankings Ettle one? I’m happy to go get the riding crop” Kai retorted and I quickly shut

my mouth and began writing again. Charlie and Ben settled into the sofa behind me and Kai told them

what I was doing. When I finished with one page, front and back one of them would take the sheet and

review it.

It took almost two hours and I was given an extra three hundred lines because they would be micro

analyzing every damn line and demanding I redo pages without proper reason. I had a severe hand

cramp later and now my nose was touching the wall for part two of my punishment.”

Jason, Thomas, and Draco had joined the group not long after I hit three hundred lines and were quick

to offer their expert eagle eyes and make critiques. They watched me and continued to converse in

light conversations, enjoying one of the many uber expensive alcoholic beverages at their disposal.

Jason made my “corner time” kneeling instead of standing but I was not allowed to sit on my feet and

my hands had to be behind my back the whole time. I faltered three times as my legs grew numb and

knees hurt. Each time I moved; my time started over. I took me another two hours before they called

time. I collapsed on the floor and someone took me back to my room and tucked me in the bed after

changing me into some soft pajamas and putting cooling cream on wrist and knees. My brain felt like

mush and my body was screaming in discomfort.

My final thought as I let sleep consume me was that this whole situation definitely sucked. I was so sick

and tired of this shit. I can’t even have a little fun with these assholes. I need to stop playing around

and get the hell out of here. Time to escape once and for all.

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“NOOOOO!” I hear the blood curdling scream of the whore on my stage. Her naked body was tossed

onto the white sheet covered table. My guards expertly pinning down her arms with the metal restraints

and her legs spread wide in the stirrups and chained in place. Her lower lips on full display and

glistening nicely from the lube generously placed there before she was brought on stage.

One of my closest associates stalky forward on stage and wastes no time in running a finger down her

rapidly rising chest through the valley of her nice softball size breasts, her nipples in sharp peaks

because we keep it cold in the arena for this reason. He travels his hand straight to her cunt and

plunges his finger sharply inside her, earning another ear–piercing scream as she continues to protest.

With a snap of his free hand, a gag is placed in the whores mouth, belping to muffle her vocal range to

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thrust his fingers in and out of her and the woman cuntDIES

and not very softly says “This will not stop until you come for

9m.” Her tear

stated, even whilen att this and feat graces her face. It is a beautiful sight and all the horny bustamis

around me begin to

chuckle, misting in her realization.

thrust his fingers in her harder and I notice his other hand beams to pinch he

body begins to shake and Mr. Claremont continues to praise her and finally demands that

he hand still deep inside her. You can see the moment her body convulsus,, ber both becraving

the most delicious sight. He removes his hand and it is distemme in her wires and nelare wiping the

rest on her bare skin. Several of the men in the chairs around me, adjust same. The woman is carted

off and another woman is brought forward

en in his mouc

their pants slech Ddr the

A small ping from my phone takes my attention away from the stage. A message from my spy that has

my blood begin

to boil. FUCK

Sin They plan to into What are your orders”

Me: Get her out and hit her Send me the location when done. You have two days. Make the

arrangements.

I click off my phone and take a large svog of my 540.000 glass of Bourbon and watch the claiming in

front of me

Nineteen more gris were luctunter and claimed and while it was entertaining, my thoughts were

consumed by the

one woman I sought to daim. Saat, mi poncess, very soon you will be free of those bastards, I continue

to chant s

myself. Just be patient and you will no comper be with them. And then when the time is right, I will

come for you. My princess, you will be mine

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