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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