The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

Chapter 34

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

34- Unicorn Crack

Aurora POV

It’s been three days since I received that envelope. Every spare moment I have, I spend contemplating

the contents. I made sure it was well hidden inside the bathroom cabinet and placed the papers inside

the box of tampons at the back for good measure. I wouldn’t want to know what would happen to me if

they found out I had it. I know that my room has cameras but thankfully these Mafia men were not total

perverts.

I was sitting on my sofa in my room, attempting to read the romance novel resting on my folded legs in

front of me.

This room is beautiful, but it is still just a gilded cage. I may no longer be chained to the bed, but I still

have locked doors and armed guards standing by.

My increasing boredom was thankfully interrupted by a roaring growl from my stomach. I looked at the

clock on the

wall and it w

still too carly for lunch but I was craving some salty and sweet treats. I wondered if my new “freedom”

would allow me out of this room?

I got up and crept to the door. I knocked confidently three times and stepped back slightly when I heard

the click of

the locks.

A guard poked his head inside, looking bored himself. “What?” He questioned harshly, his thick

European accent was coarse and a little intimidating.

I cleared my throat and asked “Can I leave my room? I’m bored and really hungry. I was hoping I could

go to the kitchen and bake some cookies?” I asked sweetly, failing miserably to bat my eyelashes in a

flirtatious manner.

He just raised his eyebrow at me before grunting and pulling out his phone. He dialed a number and

after three rings someone spoke up. It wasn’t on speaker, but I could still hear the other person faintly.

The guard spoke in a foreign language, probably one of those Slavic dialects. We waited for a few

moments in silence before he hung up.

“Boss said okay.” He said while he stepped aside, holding the door open for me to pass him. I quickly

made my way to the kitchen, rolling my eyes when I saw the goons in black following me. Once in the

spare kitchen, I first washed my hands and then headed to the massive walk–in pantry to see what

ingredients was in stock. The goons took a seat at the small kitchen table near the back wall, both

taking out their phones and probably playing a game.

As I was looking around, I got a rush of emotions like anger, fear, and sadness mixed with a spike in

energy like I wanted to run a marathon. It took me a moment to realize that my period was most likely

coming and all this stress lately, wouldn’t be helpful. Damn hormones! No wonder I was craving sugar.

I found all the ingredients to make unicom crack. I was reminded by the growl of my tummy that I

needed a quick fix and luckily this treat would satisfy all my cravings. Happy dance! There is a reason it

is called crack. It’s addicting and I will seriously demolish the whole damn tray in one sitting, just watch

me!

I grab the saltine crackers, sugar, chocolate, sprinkles, pretzels, and peanut butter and place them on

the kitchen island. I then find spme large baking trays, two pots, a glass bowl, parchment paper,

cooking spray, butter and cream

from the fridge, and salt from the spice rack.

I fill one pot with water and set it to boil and line my baking trays with parchment paper and the saltine

cracker base.

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When the water is raging, I add the glass pot and add the chocolate bark and peanut butter and stir it

until it is silky

smooth.

I then measure out my sugar and turn the burner on low. I continue to monitor and stir the sugar until it

is a nice golden color before adding a stick of butte, salt, and heavy cream, making a gooey caramel

sauce.

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Once that is done I quickly spread the caramel over the saltine crackers and then take my pretzels,

crush them up sprinkle them on the sauce. It doesn’t take long for the caramel to set and then I pour a

generous helping of the melted chocolate on top and then finally adding a collection of sugar sprinkles

and white chocolate chips for decoration.

I made two large trays and placed them in the walk–in freezer to cool. As I exit the freezer, I notice

Charlie is leaning against the center island, looking right at me. He was wearing a navy–blue suit, his

top two buttons on his collared shirt was open and his tie was badly tucked in his pants pocket because

part of it was sticking out. He wore a gold watch that matched the numerous golden rings sparkling on

his fingers. He looked really handsome. I couldn’t help myself but to stare knowing that there was a god

like structure of a man underneath those already tight–fitting suits.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, a wicked smile on his face. Well, that ruined my mood quickly. I rolled

my eyes in response and made my way to the pots and pans in the sink to start cleaning up but he

stopped me by grabbing my

arm.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me sweetheart?” Any playfulness was now gone from his face, his

features now stern and dominant.

I really was not in the mood for this today. I tried pulling my arm out of his grasp but he wouldn’t budge.

In fact, his grip tightened when I refused to answer him.

“Get the fuck off of me!” I seethed through my gritted teeth. My anger building suddenly and I felt like

punching him. Struggling again to get out of his grip and this time I succeeded.

He raised his eyebrows at me and I again rolled my eyes and made my way to the sink.

*Drop the fucking attitude, Aurora.” He fumed behind me.

“Or what Charlie?” I boldly spat. My back still facing him, my hands gripping the edge of the counter by

the sink so tightly that my knuckles were white. “What will you do? HM?” I challenged. I spun around

and just let my built–up anger and anxiety unleash itself and boy did I lay on the sarcasm while I was

at. “Will you spank me Charlie? Throw me in my cage and lock the door? Embarrass me in front of your

men? Take away my freedom? Make me sit with you assholes day in and day out and let me waste

away? Or how about you kill my best friend? Oh wait, you already did all that! You motherfucking cunts!

Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone? Let me leave!”

Boy did that feel good. I stood at that counter, letting the tears cascade down my cheeks freely. When I

finally looked up at Charlie, I saw pure rage in his face. He was terrifying at that moment. My heartbeat

quickened and before I could apologize for my outburst, he had taken the few steps to get right up to

my face and placed a finger harshly on my mouth to silence me, his eyes daring me to say another

word. The cool metal of his skull ring touched my chin.

Without any warning, he picked me up like a feather and threw me over his shoulder with ease and

walked out the kitchen. I started struggling and begging him to let me down, pleading with him and

apologizing but he just slapped my ass sharply and muttered a/simple “Shut the fuck up.”

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We made it to an office space and I was harshly thrown down on a sofa. “Stay!” He commanded and

went

We were in the strategy room where I had been before. I eyed the door on the other side of the room,

but a menacing growl and another fierce warning from Charlie had me frozen on the seat I was in.

He came back with two sets of leather cuffs in his hands, a strap with a ball and what looks like a ping

pong paddle. He grabs me harshly by the arms, and throws me down on the sofa on my belly, putting

his weight on my lower back. Be pulls my arms behind me and fastens the cuffs on my wrists quickly.

He then cuffs my legs together before I cam struggle out of his hold. He commanded me to open my

mouth for the ball gag but I refused, keeping my lips closed tightly. He puts more pressure on my body

with his and squeezed my cheeks with enough pressure to break my jin forcing me to open them to

relieve the pain. He quickly shoved the gag inside my mouth and secured the strap over my head. He

then placed me over his knee, pulled down my leggings and panties before spanking me with the

puddle

“YOU“. WILL. NEVER. SPEAK LIKE. THAT. TO. ANYONE. EVER. AGAIN!” He continued to yell and

between each word was another harsh slap on my buming ass cheeks. I was powerless and unable to

squirm away. I tried to plead for mercy but it was muffled by the gag.

After fifty spanks. he stopped and rubbed the sore spots, making me whimper at his contact. He put a

cooling ointment on my flesh before he pulled my pants back up, wiped the drool from my mouth and

the tears from my cheeks. He cuddled me for a few minutes, kissing me all over my face and told me I

was such a good girl. He eventually placed a blanket over me and left me on the sofa, still bound and

gagged before returning to his desk, I soon fell asleep, my tears long gone and any remaining give a

fucks” was long out the door.

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