Caught in The Mafia’s Web

Aurora’s POV “You are in charge of Greg Hathaway’s therapy session.” This was the sentence that turned my life around -absolutely and totally. As I peered outside the window of the plane descending in Alabama, I could feel a tingle in my heart as though I was about to get the very best out of life. The second I highlighted from the plane, there he was positioned at the entrance gate, it wasn't hard to figure out his identity as I walked calculatedly towards him. “Miss Aurora O’Brien, it is a pleasure to see you. Everything has been put in place here just for you and you do not need to worry about Mr Greg.” Mr Dennis, my head supervisor assured me with a polite smile plastered across his face I nodded my head politely hoping all he had said was the truth, as we moved into the car my mind began ravaging with thoughts of Greg Hathaway. His name has been on the lips of so many for a very long time, nicknamed the most dangerous and notorious Mafia lord, known for his lack of mercy and involvement in all things illegal, not to mention that he is currently facing trials. I could only hope against hope that I would be safe as promised by my head supervisor. Soon we arrived at the prison, I shuddered in realization. Indeed, being locked up and confined like an animal would surely do a number to a human being. We moved through the first prison floor which seemed to be heavily guarded by several armed policemen patrolling and stationed at different cells. As we gently moved toward Greg’s Cell, I felt my heart race at a top car speed. Dennis seemed to have sensed my horror and gave my hand a little squeeze informing me that all would be well but that did little to nothing to comfort me. The moment we arrived at Cell Number 54, we were already in Greg’s cell room. Mr. Dennis takes the lead, stepping in front of me and patting my chin lightly. “You can do this, you've got this Aurora.” He assured me and I feigned a smile, looking hard at the cell number hanging up at the door before I finally summoned the courage to turn the knob. I stepped in agilely, and quickly my nose was hit with a strong masculine scent mixed with sweat. I turned to the side to find Greg doing an intense push-up session, sweat dripping all over before I noticed the table placed in the middle. I approached it, dropped my bag, and took a seat, my eyes never leaving his sight as I watched him continue his push-ups. After a few minutes, he grabbed the towel just by the window and began wiping the dripping sweat trailing down his toned abs. To say Greg was beautifully made would be taboo because he was sculpted to perfection. He was a very attractive man and I shouldn’t be giving him all this credit but something crafted this beautifully should be appreciated. “Dennis is proving intelligent by the day, I must say.” His deep, husky voice filled the air and it made my body tingle in a particular way. “Kindly settle down and let us begin,” I stated firmly holding my ground and refusing to feel or look intimidated. “Wow, a belligerent one?” He mentioned, staring at me bewildered as he sucks his teeth. “I believe you haven't done your research about me yet. Dennis didn't tell you who I was?” He questioned. “I am sure I know all I need to know about you. You are Greg Hathaway, a Mafia Don in Alabama. You have the strongest connections and the names of all underground dealers in all things illegal. I know a lot about you, maybe a little too much, I mean who doesn't? He walked towards my chair, leaning in with a sly smirk dancing across his lips locking his eyes with mine. I prayed silently for him to go away. Soon, he moved around making his way to the seat opposite me, and sat down like a king in his full glory. I guess you missed a tiny bit of information about me, you haven't mentioned how many therapists I had knocked out before you.” He said chewing on his finger and looking away from me. My heart skipped and I gasped in fear as these words left his mouth I turned around staring at the camera. “Oh well, I guess they left out that piece of information on purpose. Dennis probably wants you dead, what easier way than to send you to the lion's den?” He says with a cOcky smile as he shook his head in disappointment. “One hair from her head falls and you're a dead meat.” A loud voice came blasting through the speaker that was placed in the room. “I don’t intend to touch her. I am quite fascinated by her if I must say, something is striking about this one, Dennis. You have outdone yourself.” He added and I swallowed hard on an invisible lump, as I watched his eyes ravage me up and down with that same sly smirk dancing across his lips. “Let’s get down to business and for once stop deviating and let's get this over with.” I cleared my throat, dipping my hand in my bag and bringing out the essentials needed to begin the session. “How old are you, Miss Aurora?” He questioned keenly, with a hint of curiosity in his voice as I flinched at his question. “Who told you my name?” I asked in utter disbelief. “The documents? It’s clearly written there,” he says gesturing towards the pile of arranged documents sitting before me. “Right, let’s move on… How do you feel today, Mr. Greg? I pressed, clearly disregarding the question he had thrown at me. “Is that how you want to play? I play dirty very well you know, I won't be giving answers to any more questions from you until I get the answer to my question.” He concludes with a harsh voice and a stern face. “I'm Twenty-four years of age,” I stated. “How Interesting, so answer me this one, Have you ever been laid?” I was taken aback by his silly and uncalled question but I tried hard to maintain my composure straightening myself in the chair. I have answered your question as agreed. I think it is only appropriate that we cut to the chase and get to the business of the day.“ I responded firmly. “f*****g Answer me!” He banged his hand on the table, clearly aggravated. I stared at him calmly but I wasn't sure how much I could take before I had to flee the cell room. “I do not wish to give out any information regarding my s*x life to a total stranger,” I said, trying to match his energy with my tone, as I avoided his piercing gaze. *Scoffs* “The only reason why you wouldn't want to answer that is because you haven't been deflowered. I can smell it all over you and it is boldly written on your face. I would love to be the one to do it.” I got up hurriedly and grabbed my bag from the table. “What’s the matter, feisty? Did I strike a nerve?” He replied with a loud mischievous laughter, while he sank into his chair. I turned around to give him a part of me he so deserves. “ The issue with people like you is that your ego blinds your eyes. You think the world should come to a halt because of you, but news flash the world doesn't revolve around you piece of s**t. I hope you never see the light of day as a free man.” I said before angrily taking my leave. I shut the door behind me, only to find Mr. Dennis was already by my side gesturing me towards a seat. My hitched breath slowly calmed with every second away from that little evil as I turned to fix my gaze on Mr.Dennis. “I have handled a lot of patients in my time, but I don’t think this patient is for me. I would have to pass on this one please.”