The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

Chapter 33

33 – After Sleeping Beauty

Unknown POV

“What do you mean you FAILED?” I screamed at one of my men. He was on his knees in front of me,

shaking like a leaf. A semi–automatic nine–millimeter grasped tightly in my hand resting in the middle

of his forehead, my finger itching to pull the fucking trigger.

“I’m sorry boss. We followed the orders perfectly. I was texted about a slight delay but we followed and

waited for the signal, but it never happened. They just pulled away and we were left there to return.”

His eyes were brimming with water but my men know better than to fucking cry. I’ll pull the trigger just

for him being a pussy if he lets one tear drop.

I can feel my rage building. I have always been quick to anger, but this was supposed to be a huge hit

to Jason and his

misfit mafia.

“Get the fuck out of here before I start putting bullets in your face!” I command. The guy in front of me

scrambled to his feet and scurried to the door, shutting it behind him before I took the glass full of

whiskey and hurled it across my office, letting the glass shatter on impact.

“FUCK!” I scream into the empty office. I begin to pace trying to calm my raging black heartbeat,

Knock Knock

“WHAT!

“Boss” Alexi says calmly, poking his head through my office door, “he’s here.”

Finally! “Bring him!” I order harshly. It’s about fucking time I get some damn answers. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

A few moments later, the door opens wide and in steps one of my most trusted men to date. We grew

up together along with Alexi. He volunteered to go undercover with

Jason’s gang when he took over and made quite an impression, earning him a valuable spot where we

can get great

intel.

My spy came right up to me and took a knee to the floor, his head bowed like the good slave he is.

“What the fuck happened?” I barked. I took a seat at the edge of my desk, waiting for the shitty excuse

as to how Jason got away with a billion dollars‘ worth of goods.

“We were instructed yesterday about the plan I told you. It was mapped out perfectly and timed to the

second like always. Jason and Ben are always sticklers for their timetables. At the warehouse, right

before transport, Jason and Charlie showed up with extra men and two extra trucks. They insisted on

checking the shipments personally and then they supervised the load.

They then said they were going to do a new plan. They called it the Sleeping Beauty. The divided all

the men in three groups and handed the head cap an envelope and were instructed to open it once in

the car and follow the instructions to a T. I thought it was weird because we never do a paper trail.

33 – After Sleeping Beauty

The white envelope that was given to the team I was in had the instructions of the original plan, but we

were told to take an extra route. I made sure to rest fellathout the slight change. They followed us as

planned to the drop off, but the contact wasn’t there. We waited for in while and then got instructions to

head back to the warehouse.

When we got back to the warehouse, everyone was debating, drinks were being passed around. A few

naked ladies from one of Jason’s chubs were making out with some of the guys. I asked one of the

guards what the fuck happened and they said they were pulled off the back of the convey and told to

follow two other cars. I talked to one of the othe drivers who said they ran around town doing mantom

shit with a full protection detail. One group picked up the booze the other group picked up the chicks

and when they got back to the warehouse, there were bonus envelopes for everyone and instructions

to take the night aff”

I sucked my tongue against my teeth. There are three things that absolutely hate. Liars, Thieves, and

Being made a fool. That shipment was supposed to be mine! And now my plans are going to have to

be rescheduled, and I do not like that.

“I’m disappointed.” I begin to say, shaking my head lightly. “Temly reason I don’t put a fucking bullet in

your fucking little brain is that you normally do good work and need you sol can take them down. Too

much time has already been wasted. “Don’t let this shit happen again” Lander, waving my hand in

dismissal.

When he reached the door, I interrupted his speedy departure by saying think it’s time to extract the

Princess. I don’t want her around those boys anymore. Make it happen. We have two weeks. He nods

his head and exits the door

walk back over to my chair and huff out a sigh when I sit down. I can over and open the left drawer of

my large desk remove my two spare guns and handcuffs from my drawer and place then gate on the

table. I press on the bottom. of drawer to release the secret spring and the base pops up slightly letting

me hit the half lid. I take out the black mider that is nestled inside and gently open it on the clean

surface in front of me mend the few minutes admiring the photographs of my Princess. My Aurora.

Seeing her around the mansion, dempings bec, sitting on the sofa drinking a hot beverage. There is

this one where she is eating a pie. She was gorgeous and my dick was straining against my pants just

thinking about how my cock would look against her pretty plush box and how good it would feel to

shove myself deep in her throat, letting her gag.

Went thing I know, I have blown a load right inside my pants. My cum leaking through the don’t even

need to struke myself before releasing just imagining her. Fuck! I can’t wait until I am deep inside her

and instantly get hard again. hit my buzzer and ordered Alexi to have one of the whores taken to my

playmun…

the pictures one last time before I put them away in my secret drawer before walking out of my office.

“just a littlelinger Princess,” I mumble to myself, “just a little longer and you will be home with me.

Aurora PRIN

The our very own Sleeping Beauty Our Princess Aurora!” Charlie cheers, holding his glass of

champagne up in a toast.

“To Aumm!” The que all chime!

I follow their muttons, feeling adequately embarrassed about the attention as I drink my first glass. I am

sitting in omne of the many lounge maons qi anta with the guys.

33 – After Sleeping Beauty

It’s just the five of us. Jason and Charlie returned about an hour ago with bottles of fancy champagne in

their hands. I was sitting in the library, enjoying the peaceful serenade of the roaring fire, cuddled up

with a new romance novel when they practically busted down the door and dragged me to one of their

many rooms.

Kai and Ben joined us, champagne corks flew as they walked in the door, flutes were filled to the brim. I

am loving this bubbly tangy concoction. I quickly downed three glasses consecutively like shots and

asked for another refill which they happily filled. It’s hard to get drunk on champagne, but I do not want

to be sober with them right now.

Turns out our very complicated plan worked really well and not only did the shipment get delivered to a

very important client, but they got a few more orders which are going to bring them a lot of money.

They seem almost normal. Seeing them interact with each other in such a relaxed setting was actually

really entertaining.

I soon excused myself to bed and they agreed. I was told that I would be given many rewards tomorrow

for all my help. At least I won’t have that fucking awful chain on my leg tonight.

I make my way up to my room, my guards following close behind like the good little puppies they are.

They let me in my room and I hear the familiar three clicks of my locks once the door is firmly shut

behind me.

As I make my way to the bathroom, I notice a manilla folder on my bed. It wasn’t thick but it did have

some weight to

1. it.

When I opened it, I was stunned. Thankfully I was close to the bed, otherwise I would have fallen over.

I sat on the bed in total disbelief as I gently went through the papers in

front of me, rereading the black typed letters on the pages, sometimes repeatedly because I couldn’t

fathom what was

on the page.

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