The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

Chapter 77

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

77 – Fucking Fortress

Jason POV

“AGAIN!” I shout out my command. About 100 of our men are brutally spating in pairs in one of the

large gym rooms in our compound’s training center. I was leading physical training today; Charlie and

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

claws 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 the latest

models of automatic machine guns, hidden sniper nests, and specially trained, highly combative, 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 annihilate anything that breathes on command. But I

digress.

There are only two roads that lead to the main house, obviously heavily guarded and has cement

roadblocks and large 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 are land 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 brunette. 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 the last 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 store combined. 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 were laced 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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black 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 main compound 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

his compound when he was compromised. It would have to be well coordinated and we have been

finalizing plans 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 plan 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 have come 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 exhalations 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 Gala 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 get complicated, but we still have a moral code when it comes to these things.

The Skin trade is a big no for us though. Weapons, drugs, smuggling, money laundering, 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 “slave” 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 relationship.

But Marco, yeah that son of a bastard donkey makes most of his money in slavery 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 displace children and sell them into slavery. He is cruel and calculated. And now

he has his nasty claws in MY PRINCESS. Our Queen Makes my blood boil!

77 – Fucking Fortress

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 rectangular 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 inlaid separately on four smaller chains that

all connect at the sides a make 1 necklace. Her collar.

She didn’t like the idea of collars but in our community, it was a sign of our commitment. We were still

introducing her to play collars and we thought a necklace–like collar would make her more comfortable.

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, Dylan I think his name is, has sandy shaggy hair, clean

shaven and muscular; he opted for a fresh black 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 a large

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 return label. I furrow my brows as I rip

it open using my crystal letter opener. I pull out the contents, and I am shocked. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

I immediately grab the envelope and run out of my office. The men running around see me coming 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 their laptops 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 moments later, shock on his face. Charlie

and Kai stand behind him, similar expressions grace their faces too.

We take a moment to look at each other and we all silently nod. “We are coming for you, Princess.

Hold on.”

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