Chapter 34
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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 contemting
the contents. I made sure it was well hidden inside the bathroom cab and ced 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
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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 ent 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 eyshes 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 foreignnguage, probably one of those vic 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 ck 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 ying 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
I found all the ingredients to make un 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, chocte, sprinkles, pretzels, and peanut butter and ce them on
the kitchen ind. I then find spmerge baking trays, two pots, a ss 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 ss pot and add the chocte 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 chocte on top and then finally adding a collection of sugar sprinkles
and white chocte chips for decoration.
I made tworge trays and ced them in the walk–in freezer to cool. As I exit the freezer, I notice
Charlie is leaning against the center ind, looking right at me. He was wearing a navy–blue suit, his
top two buttons on his cored 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 yfulness 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 seeded.
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 Iy 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 ced 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 pped 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!” Hemanded 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. Hemanded 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 ced 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 p 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 ced a nket 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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