Chapter 77
The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize
77 – Fucking Fortress
Jason POV
“AGAIN!” I shout out mymand. About 100 of our men are brutally spating in pairs in one of the
Kai were training in weapons and Ben was with out tech group trying to infiltrate the security systems
surrounding the Main Marco Compound.
“Show no mercy to your opponent?” I shout. I walk around the mats, correcting postures and giving tips
to strengthen a move here and there.
It’s been almost three weeks since she was taken. Almost three weeks that a monster has had his
ws into my baby and I have no idea how she is. We had been training her hard and she is a great
lighter. She has a warrior spirit and 1 know deep down that she is alive.
Unfortunately, my new inside source confirmed that our princess was locked up in the main house. It’s
in the middle of a 100–mile fucking forest surrounded by giant fucking mountains and more fucking
forests in fucking northern Canada where it is like a tundra–like 90% of the fucking time! Fuck!
It’s a strategic nightmare. Marco has over 1,000 men surrounding his property, all armed with thetest
models of automatic machine guns, hidden sniper nests, and specially trained, highlybative, lethal
guard dogs. And a fucking pack of Jaguars! Who the fuck has a guard Jaguars? We have tigers and
they are badass but this was extreme in my opinion. Clearly this crazy bitch. Ah, who am I kidding? I
would love to have a fucking pet jaguar who could annihte anything that breathes onmand. But I
digress.
There are only two roads that lead to the main house, obviously heavily guarded and has cement
roadblocks andrge tire spikes lining the roads, Each entry point is about 50 fucking miles from the
house. There is a high voltage 50–foot electrical fence around the lower perimeters, and heat and
movement sensors through the entire property. The fucking snowcap mountains make it almost
impossible to fly over without detection and make a nice natural fortress too.
The high altitude and freezing weather conditions can cause issues with our transport, firearms, and
tech and my source also said there arend mines and other traps as well. It is a fucking fortress to
keep people out but also to keep people in like a precious little sassy brte. And that is of course
just getting to the building.
The house itself is a monstrous 6–story fortified castle, easily over 1 million square feet of steel and
rock with the “most intricate, intelligent, and beautiful technological security system” in the words of
Ben. With a touch of a keystroke, the whole house can be locked down like a fucking panic room. I
swear when Ben learned about what tech he was up against, I am fairly sure he came in his pants.
He has been sprouting a very obvious boner for thest 2 days, the sinister smile on his face never
faulting once. He is as giddy as a teenage boy seeing boobs for the first fucking time and a 5–year–old
in a candy storebined. He was finally discharged from our medical wing three days ago but has to
be on bed rest for another week at least. That is not stopping him, though. He had half of his geek
squad set up shop right in one of the spare living rooms in the house and had a bed brought in so he
could rest easier without moving much.
Grammy has also stuck around, watching over him like a hawk. She is babying him and he is just
eating it up. The little shit! I love him. He deserves it though after everything that has happened.
Three days after he woke up, he got a bad infection in his lungs and they had to operate. The bullets
that hit him wereced with poison. If it wasn’t for Grammy sitting with him constantly, he would be
dead right now. She noticed the
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ck webbing in his veins and they were able to operate immediately. He lost part of his left lung but
he is alive and healthy.
While he was recovering, we had been sending scouts and pulled favors with the local gangs around
the world to log routines, advantage points, movements, everything of not only the mainpound but
to locate every property owned by the Marcos.
We realized quickly that the only way to truly destroy Marco was to hit his businesses first and then hit
hispound when he waspromised. It would have to be well coordinated and we have been
finalizing ns and gearing up for the war we are going to bring.
We have had a few loyal men already infiltrated and their handlers have been discreetly reaching out to
them. We have several options to enter the perimeter, but so far each n will alert Marco before we
can get close enough and he may harm Aurora or worse disappear with her. Ben’s team is working to
not only hack into the fortress’s defenses but is also constructing new kick–ass weapons.
We may make most of our fortune in the illegal arms department, but we do like to keep some of our
best products for ourselves. Ben and his team havee up with some pretty kick–ass tools before
and I have no doubt we are in for a treat with this mission. It’s personal so we have no trouble bringing
out the big guns, and I mean that literally. The fucktard put a bullet in my best friend and took my girl.
Putting a bullet in his fucking head will be a generous death for him.
We didn’t get the title of Kings without being monsters and the advanced tech makes us unstoppable.
Ben is like the crust to our apple pie. Wouldn’t be the same without him.
Bringing me out of my inner thoughts, I blow my whistle to signal a break. These men are training hard.
I hear a few loud exhtions and see several men drop on the mats. I saw lots of substantial progress,
their bodies glistening in bruises, blood, and sweat. We will need to be at our best if we are going to
war with Dimitry Marco. I pat a few of the men on the back on my way out of the room. A little
encouragement from the boss helps boost their ego and keeps them working hard.
That sack of shit Marco has always been one of my worst enemies, yet we have only ever met at the
Annual Mafia G a few times. Our families have always been rivals though. He naturally leaves a
bitter taste in my mouth.
Where we differ is although my best friends and I are ruthless and some say psychotic, we still have a
moral code. Our great–great grandfathers built our respective mafias from the ground up. They worked
hard, killed harder and learned to be ruthless in the office. We don’t purposely harm children and rarely
do we harm women either. We only kill when we have to. Okay, that’s a lie. Kai enjoys torturing a little
too much and it can getplicated, but we still have a moral code when ites to these things.
The Skin trade is a big no for us though. Weapons, drugs, smuggling, moneyundering, extortion –
that is what we do. and we are quite good at it. We have perfected our trade and made a reliable
reputation. We enjoy our women submissive and yes we may like to call Aurora our “ve” sometimes,
but it’s not forced bondage. She was still given freedom and is treated like a queen. She’s our woman
and we are building a rtionship.
But Marco, yeah that son of a bastard donkey makes most of his money in very and prostitution. His
great- grandfather started that business and our families cut ties with him, which started this rivalry. He
also deals in kidnap- for–hire and adoption schemes. He has no problem with harming children. That
man is sick if he can disce children and sell them into very. He is cruel and calcted. And now
he has his nasty ws in MY PRINCESS. Our Queen Makes my blood boil!
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I had made my way to my office by this point. I sit down at my desk and open the drawer to pull out the
two rectangr velvet boxes from my drawer. I opened up the long one, inside was a gold chocker
chain we had customized for Aurora. It has four birthstones iid separately on four smaller chains that
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all connect at the sides a make 1 ne. Her cor.
She didn’t like the idea of cors but in ourmunity, it was a sign of ourmitment. We were still
introducing her to y cors and we thought a ne–like cor would make her morefortable.
It was her token showing the world she was ours to conquer and ours to keep. Only ours. I cant stop
thinking about how beautiful she will look wearing it or better yet what she will look like with it on
underneath me. We want to gift it to her on her birthday which is now in two weeks.
I grab the smaller velvet box and pause to open it when I hear a light tap tap on the closed door.
Sighing. I put the boxes back in the drawer, and grab the first folder in the pile to open before I yell
“Come in.”
I briefly looked up and saw one of our men, Dn I think his name is, has sandy shaggy hair, clean
shaven and muscr; he opted for a fresh ck t–shirt, and dress pants and he’s heavily packing, just
like we want.
“These just arrived for you, Sir!” He had a small stack of mail in his grasp and waited by the door like a
good soldier. I pointed to my desk while continuing to go over some paperwork. A few soft footsteps, a
gentle plop of paper and retreating footsteps could be heard. I saw in the corner of my eye arge
brown envelope and it caught my attention. I put down my pen and closed the folder I was working on. I
reached over and snatched the envelope. There is no address or returnbel. I furrow my brows as I rip
it open using my crystal letter opener. I pull out the contents, and I am shocked.
I immediately grab the envelope and run out of my office. The men running around see meing and
step to the side, fist over their chest, head bowed. I don’t pay them any attention. I get to the weapons
training room, throw open the doors and yell for Charlie and Kai to meet me at the house now. I make
my way to the waiting cars and head home as fast as I can. I see Charlie and Kai right behind me.
I get home and waste no time rushing to Ben’s “new digs” and throw open the doors, walking straight to
Ben and his
cohort of nerds.
“Out. NOW!” I scream to Ben’s team, and they scurry with theirptops out the door like little kittens,
some almost colliding with Charlie and Kai who are practically panting. Ben’s eyes are now furrowed in
confusion.
I throw the envelope at Ben who opens it up. His eyes widen momentster, shock on his face. Charlie
and Kai stand behind him, simr expressions grace their faces too.
We take a moment to look at each other and we all silently nod. “We areing for you, Princess.
Hold on.”
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