The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

Chapter 74

74–This is not my room

Aurora POV

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Darkness, Scary darkness. I am surrounded by darkness. A dream plagued my mind. Not a dream, a

nightmare. The nightmare that has plagued my mind since I can remember. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

A man dressed in shadows, yet I see his piercing eyes, one green and one blue. His voice, smooth as

silk yet gruff like a burly woodsman, a hint of dominant sadism laces his words like a snake wrapped

around his prey. “Aurora sweetheart, my love, my sweet girl, he whispers. His touch lightly caresses all

over my body as he continues to whisper sweet nothings and nicknames in my car. I feel like I am a

small dwarf compared to his massive frame. He is the size of a tree; his arms are rigid around me.

I feel like 1 am going to puke. He repulses me, I feel grimy and gross, and his touch leaves a feeling of

dread across my skin. A promise of pain is what I feel. I start to fight the shadows with all the energy I

have, but he is so much stronger than I am. As he tightens his hold to stop my futile escape from his

grasp, I scream and I am jolted awake from my deepest darkness, panting as if I ran a marathon, a

cold sweat coating my face.

It was just a bad dream. His face is always blurry, and yet that voice has haunted me since I was a kid.

It takes minute to slow my racing heart and another minute to

register that I am not in my bed at home. I had never seen this room before. This is not my room.

me a

There was soft amber lighting from a lamp in the corner bouncing off the eggshell walls. White satin

sheets and a baby pink duvet on a queen–size bed with a sheer pink toul–like fabric that framed

beautifully carved woodwork for the bed posts and canopy. The room was large and had high vaulted

ceilings, maybe twenty feet high. The minimalistic furnishings were white and looked clean and new.

A low white dresser opposite the bed expanded most of the wall and mounted above it a large flat–

screen TV. A full floor–length mirror in the corner next to it. It looks like there are dark hardwood floors

but it is mostly covered by a Bluffy white rug. A white door on the left side of the bed was slightly ajar.

Must be the bathroom. There are tall thick matching pink curtains that seal what I believe is a window

behind it.

On the other side of the room to my right was another white door, firmly shut but what caught my breath

in my throat was seeing three golden–colored locks with a fingerprint scanner on the door above the

handle. I would bet all of Jason’s money that it was locked.

I then noticed a small black circle in the corner of the ceiling near the locked door. Once I squinted, I

managed to see a small red flashing light. A fucking camera!

I feel myself turning red. As my senses come back, I remember the events before I passed out.

No wait, I was knocked out! No wonder my head feels like it was put under a jackhammer! 1 gently rub

my temples trying to ease the tension. I stilled my movements. The voice. The voice I heard before

everything went dark. The voice

my nightmares. I started to panic all over again and let loose a few tears that were brimming my eyes.

He looked so familiar but he looked different too. But that voice, I would recognize it anywhere.

of

My thoughts turned sour when I thought of Ben! Oh my goodness. He was shot. Another few tears

escaped down my cheeks. As much as my Mafia devils scared the crap out of me most of the time, I

couldn’t help but miss them terribly

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in this moment. Wind they come for me?

I hope they find me. I don’t want them to give up on me. Oh, Ben! Please be okay. I offer up my silent

plea to the heavens. Please let him be okay, please let them find me.

I slowed my breath again. Get a grip Aurora! You cannot show weakness.

I looked down and I was not in the dress I was in. Someone changed me. Luckily, it wasn’t skimpy

lingerie this time. I was in black leggings and a white button–down men’s dress shirt. I looked in the

shirt and did not see the bra I wore to the mall but a baby pink lacy one instead.

I untangled my aching limbs from the crumpled sheets and noticed my hair was slightly damp and

braided when a few rogue strands fell into my face, and I had pink fuzzy sucks on too. Two silver

bracelets with thick large chain links that I had never seen before adomed my wrists. They were tight

like cuffs and there was no clasp but saw a small hole, no Moubt for a key. It had a small rectangular

box–shaped plate in the middle of each wrist like a fit bit. There were initials carved onto each plate:

D.M.

Who the fuck is D.M?

I tried to tug the bracelets a few more times but there was no inclination of reprieve. The chain only

pinched my skin and made my wrists hurt.

Fed up with my attempts, I decided to explore the room more. My limbs were certainly weak. It took me

a good minute to find

my bearings enough to stand up and another minute to find the strength to move my limbs. They felt

heavy but I still managed to walk to the large dresser.

Inside the drawers were some clothes. Lace bras and matching lace panties, socks, and silky

nightgowns in every color. Casual tanks and leggings. There were enough clothes here to last weeks

without doing laundry. The fancy–looking remote for what I am presuming is for the TV is on the top

counter as well as a few sealed water bottles and a basket of snacks mainly crackers, cookies and fruit.

I notice a table and chair in the other corner near the right side of the bed where the single lamp is

turned on and walk over to it. There was some loose–leaf paper on the desk. I go through the drawers

and find painting, coloring, and art supplies.

I walk across to the open door next. The carpet was indeed incredibly soft. A fully stocked large

bookshelf sits near the open door and expands to the corner. It is almost the length of the bed. It has a

variety of books from history and crime novels to romance and young adult fiction novels. Even a few

thrillers. Even a full shelf of cookbooks. How did this person know I like to read cookbooks?

I walk into the bathroom and find the switch on the wall and a beautiful white and gold marble bathroom

is illuminated. It is breathtaking. There is one of those swanky porcelain–looking golden claw–footed

tubs. I thought Kai’s private tub was fancy, but this was Buckingham Palace worthy. A clean marble

modern countertop with a glass bowl for the basin. There was a glass wall separating a sleek shower,

and it had a matching marble bench inside.

There is another door along the wall and inside is a massive walk–in closet filled with brightly colored

clothes, Dresses and fancy wear like the closet I have at the mansion. A full back wall of shoes in every

color, no doubt they are my size as everything else seems to be. Another wall is full of accessories. I

see open shelves to my right full of ultra cloud–like towels and several months‘ worth of my favorite

toiletries, feminine products, and makeup, all still in their packaging and sorted neatly into containers.

Ha jokes on them since I got an IUD birth control, my period doesn’t come.

I walk out of the closet and close the door. I decide to use the bathroom and freshen up while Im here. I

grab some

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toiletries, do my business and when I wash my hands, I take a look at myself in the mirror. I have a

fresh large bruise on my neck. A fucking hickey? The other side has a small red mark and that’s the

side I felt a prick on when I passed

out.

I reach up to touch it and hiss when I feel it’s sore to the touch. My shirt has a few open buttons

showing my cleavage and I can see the almost non–existent fading marks that I had from Kai and

Charlie. The necklace the guys gave me is missing. I splash water on my face to help cool off the heat

radiating from my skin and wipe off the excess sweat. I brush my hair and teeth, trying to make myself

more presentable. My eyes are bit bloodshot, and my cheeks are puffy. My eyes are dull.

I make my way to the room only to be stopped in my tracks by a man dressed in a three–piece suit

typing something on his phone sitting on my bed.

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