The Mafia Contract Series

I feel almost joyful as I head toward Miss. English’s house with Alessandro walking beside me, and Ivan and Flynn behind us. Malik is waiting back at the house to monitor events on his cameras and as we walk, it feels good to be doing something like this. It’s been a while and I’m looking forward to proving that nobody gets one over on us.

We push the door open, and Ivan and Flynn cover the exit as Alessandro preps his phone and I call out, “Have you done as I asked?”

A timid voice calls out, “Yes.” She sounds nervous, completely unlike her usual sassy self, and I share a grin with my friend and say loudly, “I want you to touch each other. Pretend you’re with a man and do what comes naturally. When I walk through that door, I want to see Eden’s face between Brianna’s legs, licking her wet pussy.”

I give them a moment and then place my hand on the door and push it slightly open. I see the blonde bob between Brianna’s legs and laugh to myself. They are both naked and appear to be doing everything I asked, and I say huskily, “I’m going to enter Eden from behind, poke your ass in the air and carry on what you’re doing, if I don’t hear Brianna come, you don’t get to.”

Alessandro holds up the phone and as I fling open the door, he videos the whole scene and as Brianna opens her eyes, she screams when she sees our amused faces as we film her worst nightmare and Eden pulls back and yells, “What the fuck?”

“Payback, bitches. A photograph for a moving one. Enjoy your moment of fame. I know I will.”

We take a moment to appreciate the anger and humiliation in their eyes and as we leave, we hear, “You fucking bastards, give me that phone.”

As Eden rushes out of the room stark naked, Ivan stands in her way and Flynn laughs as if he’s just seen the funniest thing ever.

Eden turns whiter than her hair and slams the door in our faces and we leave them to work out their next move and head home. Alessandro sends the video to Malik who will distribute it to every phone on campus, and I wonder if Eden and Brianna will ever recover from this one.NôvelDrama.Org content.

Later that evening, we’re no longer smiling.

Winter hasn’t come home and I’m getting anxious. Emma came home hours ago looking pissed at something and Flynn said casually, “What’s up, Angel?”

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

She makes to move past him, and he rests his hand on her arm and says softly, “Come on, it’s me asking. What’s up?”

She looks angry. “I was stood up, if you must know. Corey Matthews asked me on a date and never showed up. I really thought he liked me, Flynn.

I feel like a fool because I, well…” Flynn pulls her into his arms and my heart sinks when I see the murderous rage in his eyes. Great, now he’ll head off for revenge on her behalf and we’ll be in the shit again.

“Where’s Winter?” I ask the only question that concerns me, and she sniffs.

“I don’t know. The last I knew, she was in history. I haven’t seen her since.”

I glance at Malik, who looks worried, which isn’t like him, and I feel the pressure building in my head. Nodding to Flynn to take Emma from the room, I say in a hushed voice, “What do you know?”

Malik shakes his head. “Not a lot, but I found this online.” He holds up his phone and scrolls to a video on the internet. “It’s one of those pay to view sites and it appears our Miss. English has another profession.”

I watch our history teacher pleasuring herself on camera and feel sick.

“That makes sense.”

The sight of that fucking pink palace connects the dots. She’s dressed like a schoolgirl and obviously earns way more money on her back than at her desk and I say urgently, “We need to find her.”

Before we can, there’s a loud knock on the door and Ivan races to open it and I hope to God it’s my sister.

Instead, we see a distraught Miss. English shaking on the veranda with tears streaming down her face.

Ivan pulls her in and shoves her into a chair and I say roughly, “Where’s Winter?”

“I don’t know.” Her frightened voice causes a pain in my heart because where the fuck is my sister?

“What happened?” Malik takes charge of the situation because he is always my calm voice of reason and she shakes, stuttering. “We went to town. I promised her a soda to cheer her up. She was so upset in class I wanted to help and thought that would get her to confide in me. We were nearly there when a car pulled in front of us, and I almost hit it. Three men got out and opened her door. I screamed, and she just laughed and told me that I’d played my part in getting her there and wouldn’t be of any further use.”

Nothing she says rings true and then she sobs, “They threatened me. Told me not to speak about this and deny anything happened. I’m to say I went to the restroom and found her gone and that if I value my life, I’ll keep quiet.

Winter changed before my eyes and told me she had planned this all along.

She was getting out while she could and never going back. She arranged an escape months ago and to tell your father to go fuck himself.”

I’m not sure how I’m still standing and one look at Alessandro confirms my worst fears. He looks worse than I do and Ivan growls, “You’re a fucking liar.”

He places his hand on her and she squeals in fright. “Please, you must believe me. The last thing she said was a message to you, Angelo.”

“What message?” My voice is rough, and I almost can’t speak as the pain sears my heart closed forever.

“She told me you have one night left and then your group will be torn apart forever.”

The atmosphere darkens as we face our worst fear. First Winter and now it seems the rest of us. I refuse to think she’s responsible for this. That’s not my sister and I nod to Ivan, who grasps Miss. English by the hair and pulls her before me. “You’re lying.” I hiss and nod to Malik.

He brings up the video of her online and she looks down as if in shame.

“I’m not proud of that. It’s the only way I can earn money. There’s not enough pay being a teacher, and I want to save enough to buy myself a new life in a small town somewhere.”

“Then tell us what you know, who you’re working for, and where my sister is?” I am falling fast and need my friends to catch me because my sister can’t have done this willingly. She wouldn’t know how.

Miss. English sobs. “I’m so sorry, that’s all I know. What shall I tell Principal Stoner?”

I nod to Ivan, who releases her, and she falls to the ground in a frightened heap. “You tell him nothing unless it’s the truth. Now fuck off, you sick bitch, and go and play with yourself for money.”

Ivan removes her and we hear a thud as she is tossed down the stairs outside and I am shaking so hard I don’t know what to do. My sister. My beautiful, innocent sister is God only knows where and I don’t have the faintest idea where to go from here.

The walls are closing in on me because I know what happens now. The End. It’s the end for all of us because somehow that was a warning. We have one night to form our plans because tomorrow they’re coming for us.