The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

52 – Tale as old as Terror – Part 1
Aurora POV
I was escorted down to breakfast the next morning arm in arm with Kai. He chose a forest green full pant romper with a small
gold belt. It had pockets which made me happy,
I love pockets! He paired it with brown open toed sandals and asked if he could brush my hair and then to my utmost surprise
put my hair in the most beautiful, perfect Prench braid.
Breakfast was the usual gang of men. Grammy was nowhere in sight but to everyone’s surprise, a servant came up to me while I
was eating my fridt bowl with a small letter on a silver tray. I took it cautiously and it read:
Please meet me in the lavender parlor next to the music room for morning tea and a chat. We have much to discuss,
Grammy
I smiled at the note and held it close to my chest.
“What do you have there darling?” Jason asked, looking at me skeptically,
“Your grandmother wants me to join her in the lavender parlor after breakfast.” I answered him without much
emotion.
He nodded in response and gave me a small smile.
Once everyone was done, the guys got up and each kissed me on the forehead before leaving the room. Draco and I developed
a little secret signal the other day so he made his gesture and I sent mine back as I smiled shyly while he and Carson followed
their bosses like the good little dogs they are.

1 slowly made my way to the lavender parlor on the other end of the estate and knocked gently. A faint “Come in” was heard and
I entered the light and airy room. And shockingly it was painted a lavender purple and all the Victorian style furniture was cream
with a lavender print. Lavender flowers were scattered over the room and the fresh floral smell hit my senses hard.
“Come my dear, sit with me!” Grammy said politely, tapping the cushion next to her. There were little treats like an carly morning
high tea and a lavender porcelain tea set with which Grammy held a steaming cup in her hands.
We exchanged pleasantries and spent the first hour just talking about each other like we were old friends. Then she asked me
about my time here, saying she heard what the guys had to say last night and now she wanted to hear my
side of the story,
For the first time in years, I let myself/feel everything, I told her everything including my mixed feelings and how I was physically
attracted to them. I did not tell her about my wet dream I had of them thought, that would have been awkward. She was very
wise and really funny. She was candid and it was clear she was a no–nonsense woman.
She then cleared her throat and grabbed my hands in hers. “My dear, I’d like to tell you a story. Not even my grandson or any of
the men know the whole truth and I will take it with me to my grave. Jason knows a little but not the whole truth. You see, I was
once like you. Gerald, my late husband, didn’t outright kidnap me, but he did force me into a
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relationship and he did some pretty despicable things. And this was in the 40’s!

I lived in a small suburban town on the outskirts a major city. I was sixteen years old, working at the local diner. The war had just
ended. Gerald and his six buddies started coming in every day for lunch. They were ten years older than I. They were handsome
men. Women were always trying to hang with them. I didn’t know what they did but people in the town would certainly be
frightened of them whenever they were around. I was never scared of them, though.
The O’Donnell men have this special crazy charm about them, it is undeniably irresistible, no matter what you say to yourself.
They are like the lights that moths can’t resist. I know you have the same feeling because I see the look in your eyes. I was the
same way.
Well, Gerald started sitting in my section every day I worked and he was a helpless flirt. He wasn’t shy in complementing me and
calling me his ‘baby girl‘. I was always tickled pink and I thought it was cute.
One day a fellow classmate of mine, Justin, came into the diner and brought me a single rose. I didn’t know he even knew who I
was, let alone that he liked me. I was the anti–social, nerdy kid and Justin was Mr. Popular and on all the sports teams. And I
had had a crush on him for ages! He asked me to join him for a drive–in movie that Friday night and of course I accepted. Gerald
saw the whole thing.
The next day at school Justin wasn’t there. And then the next day he had returned with a black eye and scrapes on his face and
his arm was in a cast. When I tried to ask him what happened, he ran away from me, sheer terror was in his face. The kids in my
school started running away from me, even my best and only friend Charlotte stayed away. I was so sad.
That Friday night came around and I was working as usual, tears brimming my eyes because I had no one around me when
Gerald came in just like clockwork. Instead of sitting at his usual booth, he hopped up on one of the barstools and talked with me
the whole night. He stayed until closing and insisted on walking me home. When he took me to my door, he leaned down and
kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear ‘no one gets to see this pretty face except for

me.‘
To say I was mortified and angry was an understatement, but I soon learned a very valuable lesson in that Gerald O’Donnell’s
word was law. And sure enough, for the next five months, the only people that would even try to talk to me or look me in the eyes
were Gerald and my family. He would bring me gifts and insisted on walking me to school every day and walking me home from
work.
If any boy tried to get close to me, they ended up in the hospital or disappeared the next day. Girls who whispered behind my
back became like walking zombies; Charlotte would be cordial but she became distant. One day I cornered her and asked her
what was going on and her only response was “Gerald” and then I knew. That same night, a lovely pearl necklace was delivered
to my home and a note that read
‘You are the pearl of my eyes. You are mine forever‘.
But I had enough. I knew where he lived so I went that night to his home to give back his necklace and tell him that I was not
interested. I was a sixteen–year–old girl for heaven’s sake! So when I arrived at his home, I found his door open slightly. I
pushed it open after knocking and there was no reply. I thought something may have happened and well what I did see changed
my life forever.
I witnessed him kill a man. He had a pocketknife and slit his throat without batting an eye. His friends just watched with smiles on
their faces.
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I naturally screamed and when they noticed me, I ran. I dropped the necklace he gave me and ran. I was so scared. I almost
made it back to my house when he caught up to me and took me back to his place and up to his room.
He tied me up with cuffs and gaged me and sat with me until I calmed down. He took the gag out of my mouth when I agreed not
to scream and to talk to him. He kept me bound so I couldn’t run from him and then he told me everything. He was in the Mafia.
They did a little of everything except they didn’t do anything with slavery. That was no for them and still is today. Gerald was

about to take over for his dad’s best friend who was like a second dad to him. He and his buddies usually roughed up men who
couldn’t pay their debts but the man downstairs tried to flee with some of the drugs and that was not acceptable. He was so,
what is the word you kids use, chill?
Then he told me that he wanted me to be his girl and I had a choice to make. I could either willingly be his and do what he said
or he could keep me locked up and be his prisoner. He should have killed me but he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of
his life with me.
It took me six days in chains and no food to finally give in to him. He let me go back to my family but I was to be guarded at all
times. I got back to school but again, but he still kept me guarded. A few of my classmates became my protection detail. He then
persuaded my parents to give up guardian rights and I was forced to move in with him shortly after my seventeenth birthday. He
took over the Mafia and we moved to the bigger city and he paid a private tutor to finish my education. I wasn’t allowed out of the
house without an armed escort.
He insisted that we get married once I turned eighteen. He held my parents prisoner for two years so naturally [ agreed and four
days after my birthday, we tied the knot at the courthouse. He was naturally dominant and had a hot head, but he never outright
hurt me. He did spank me like I was toddler, quite often the first few years to be honest. Pretty sure I had a permanent bruise on
my backside. He put me in timeouts too and took away privileges. A few times when I was really rebellious, he tied me up in the
bedroom. Eventually his punishments for when I was a bad girl‘ became more sexually based.”
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