The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize by M C

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize
53 – Tale as old as Terror – Part 2
**Aurora POV
Grammy continued “But even with his temperament and his overbearing rules, one thing was always true: he always made sure I
was taken care of. He put me first and gave me a very comfortable life. He would drop anything for me and coming running to my
side no matter what it was, big or small.
Geralds temper was hot and heavy and very short; he could kill someone without blinking for just looking at him the wrong way.
But he never once truly harmed me; and he was insanely protective of me and his family. He earned respect and earned loyalty.
He took care of all his men and paid them very well. Even the lowest delivery boys knew that they would be taken care of and
Gerald made sure that families were taken care of if one of his men was killed or put away. He didn’t stay behind a desk and
bark orders; he was right there on the front lines with his men. That was one of his most redeeming qualities. Something that
those boys also have. We trained them that way.
For years I loathed Gerald. He took away all my firsts and I considered myself his prisoner for a very long time. He made sure I
didn’t have any relationships outside of his control. He took me from my home and let my parents get killed by a rival gang. Yet
he made me feel safe and loved and cared for. I was a hot mess of emotions. I guess being so young, I was naïve and you have
to remember that the time we were in women were groomed from birth to be more submissive babymakers and homemakers.
I got pregnant with Jason’s father, Henry, three months after our marriage and had three more sons by the time I was twenty–six.
Their names are Robert, Sylvester, and Albert. Sadly all but Robert have been killed over the years. Robert is not in the life; he is
a Priest back in Ireland and I couldn’t be prouder of him.
Well, anyway, so one day I woke up and realized that I actually loved the man as crazy as it sounds. Once I gave into my
feelings and opened up to him, our relationship blossomed. We explored the world together and as his businesses. rose in
success, his mafia empire expanded. He was a King and his bedroom appetite had exploded.
I gave myself to his carnal desires and let me tell you, we both became insatiable. He started exploring more intricate ways to
pleasure and I was right there with him. You kids call it ‘kink‘ these days. It was a turning point for us and we never looked back.
I am not saying that what those boys in the other room did to you was right in any way, but you are not alone. They already did
irreversible damage, but it can get better. I wish I could tell you that they will let you leave, but sadly you know that is never going

to happen. Those boys are just as stubborn as my Gerald.
They put their heads in their assess and let it blind them. They were trying to break you like they break their prisoners but you
are not their prisoner. They blurred the hard lines between home and mafia.”
“I’m confused Grammy” I said, hoping to seek some clarification because my head was spinning.
She smiled at me: “These mafia men need complete control, it’s like it is engrained in their DNA. Gerald and I introduced these
men to a concept of BDSM from when they hit puberty but what those little shitheads have been doing is not what we taught
them. They went back to the old ways of the Mafia and became abusive cavemen. They looked at you as a possession or a prize
to win instead of the love of their life.
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True BDSM is based on trust, communication, and above all consent. Your consent is the only thing that allows them to act on
those deepest darkest fantasies. Submissives therefore has the ultimate power in that way. If it is done correctly, both parties
have a euphoric experience.
Those boys want to be your dominants but they also want to be your other halves. They want to have a future with you. I know
you feel something for them, deep down. It’s okay to be conflicted right now.
So what I am trying to say is give them a chance to redeem themselves. There is no need to ever forgive them fully for their past
actions. They have done terrible things. I was married to Gerald for 43 years before he died and he’s been gone for over ten
years now. I still haven’t forgiven him for some of the shit he put me through over the years. So don’t forgive them, but you can
try to make the situation better. Set your pace with them. Make them work for you.

They are good boys to those they love while they are monsters to everyone else. We all have our demons, and it’s up to us girls
to bring a little heaven into their circle of hell, yeah?” She finished her tale with a wink before standing up and heading out the
door that separated us from the rest of the world.
Well damn.
Unknown POV
I am in the middle of a pile of paperwork when Alexi barges in my office “Boss we got a situation!”
“What is it now, Alexi” I say with a tired tone. I don’t even look up from my work.
“Thomas isn’t picking up his cell. He has missed his last two check ins and some of our other contacts have reported that he
hasn’t given any instructions on shipments either. It’s been almost two weeks” Alexi said carefully.
1 stop my work and look up at him. I don’t like this information at all but it’s not abnormal for Thomas to miss a call if there is a
situation to go dark.
“Call him. On speaker.” I demand.
Alexi whips out his phone and dials the number. “The number you have called is no longer in service” says the automated
message. Where the fuck is he?
“Did you try the other number?” I ask Alexi who just nods quickly and dials it too. Same message. Okay, now I am getting pissed
off.
“Call Luca!” I command and Alexi looks at me skeptically. Luca is supposed to be deep under cover and in a different part of their
organization. We are only to establish contact in the most extreme circumstances.
Ring Ring “Yeah?”
“Leca. It’s Alexi Boss wants to talk to you. You are on speaker.” Alexi says it in a special form of Arabic. All my spies and top
ranks are trained in the language so we can communicate without eavesdroppers.
“Loca” I addressed him.
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“Boss.”
“We can’t get a hold of Thomas. Do you know what is going on?”
“As in Thomas Peters?” Luca gets quiet to which Alexi replies yes.
“Um” is all Luca said.
“Spit it out!” I scream. I do not have time for this shit.
“He’s dead” Luca blurts out.
“Excuse me?” I retort. I am stunned.
“Sir, he is dead. His head is on the traitor spike in the main warehouse. I would have called but I didn’t know he was
one of us.”
FUCK!
“And boss” Luca stuttered again. Fear rattled his voice over the speaker.
I exhale loudly and pinch the bridge between my nose: “What could be more than this Luca?” I ask tiredly.
“The girl you told us to keep watch over a few months ago?” says Luca.

I raise my eyebrows. He better not be telling me what I think he is going to say. “What does she have to do with any of this? She
is tucked away in another state.”
“I’m sorry boss, but she’s back. They supposedly brought her back almost ten days ago. I thought it was just a rumor, but I am
looking at her right now. I’m on patrol and I see her looking out the window into the garden.”
A beep sounds and a picture pops up on Alexi’s screen. It’s her. It’s my princess!
Double FUCK! I am seeing red.
Alexi gives his thanks and hangs up. “I guess we are going to have to go to Plan C?” Alexi asks and I nod my head. I grab my
coat and exit out of my office in haste. I am livid. Now I have to go talk to my team.
I walked hurriedly through the corridors of my estate and made my way to the gym. I stopped in front of a blue. painted door and
I could hear my men cheering loudly on the other side. This put me in a better mood already. I opened the door and saw two of
my best fighters in an all–out skin to skin match with many of men surrounding them.
The smaller one of the two quickly tackled the larger one, using their legs to wrap around the larger ones head and flipped him
on the ground and then locked his head and arm in a death grip, almost tearing his arm out of his socket until finally he hit the
matt in submission.
The men all celebrated the victory and I walked up to the winner, clapping in approval and saying, “Good job kid! That scar on
your skull looks more bad ass every day...”
“Well, Hey Boss! Good to see you” I was greeted with a victorious smile and a kiss on the cheek. I grinned happily in
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return.
“Good to see you too Brianna.”
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