Trained by the Mafia

Chapter 25: Being Ratted Out

SAM'S POV

I woke up, sunrises illuminated my face as I tried to fall back to sleep. I was still feeling tired, like I haven't just slept and my body aches like hell. I rolled on my back, as I usually sleep prone, and looked at the ceiling putting both of my arms at my sides, touching the covers and not bodies.

I don't know what time it is but it seemed pretty late as the sun was already high up in the sky. I sat on the comfortable bed but regretted it immediately; my entire body jolted in pain as I layed on my butt. I recalled yesterday's events and a tint of red spreaded on my cheeks, making me cover my face with my hands.

I could definitely feel the burning pain given by the hard spanks that they had landed on my butt, I didn't doubt that there were their hand prints on my asscheeks. The spankings added to Mick's fast and strong trusts has surely made my bottom sore.

I stood up, making the covers fall down on the floor as I went in front of the mirror that was, literally, a door of the huge wardrobe. I became aware only at that moment that I was still naked and my body was covered with hickeys.

I slightly turned, so that I could see my ass reflected on the huge mirror and looked at their red handprints. On my both asscheeks, there were two hands, of two different sizes and they were immersed in a dark shade of red.

At that moment, the door at my right opened and a very hot and sexy Mick exited. He had a towel wrapped around his waist as droplets of water were running down his sculpted body. He looked at the bed, seeing it empty and immediately turned to his side, finally noticing me. He smirked as he came to me.

"Well hello there Baby Bun, already awake?" he said, circling my waist, after making me turn so that I was looking at his chin.

I only nodded, putting my head on his shoulders and taking in his scent. My body relaxed completely as he began to make circles down my back, cuddling me and making me close my eyes. I heard the sound of another door open and then close, soon after two strong arms lifted me up and into someone's strong chest.

I was still naked, pressed in Max's embrace as my head found its way to the crook of his neck. I released a sigh of contentment as I relaxed again, letting Max kiss my head gently. I felt him walking to the bed and magazine laying down with me on him, making sure to not brush against my aching back.

"Sleep for a little bit more Sweet, I can see that you are still tired" he murmured, stroking gently my hair, that was going in every direction.

"'s fine, I don't want to sleep, I want to stay with you" I whispered, my cheek smashed on his huge pecs.

"Awww Munchkin, we will stay here until you wake up again, won't we Pumpkin?" Mick said, caressing my back lightly, making Max and me groan.

I could totally relate to Max when he said once that Mick enjoyed himself while trying to come up with nicknames. I wasn't small at all, so he couldn't call me Munchkin, plus I seemed a dwarf only because they were incredibly tall, out of the ordinary!

I stood up again, I didn't want to go back to sleep; I had questions to do and answers to hear. They weren't going to get away without explaining what had happened in Miguel's house. Mick hadn't even a single scratch, but I did notice, yesterday, that his gun's loader was empty; so he must have used it, meaning that something had happened.

On the contrary, Max had a blood stained shirt when he came to pick me up from that douchebag's house. I cannot deny that, at first, I was worried that it was his but quickly realized that it wasn't. I knew, for a matter of fact, that Max enjoyed torturing a little bit before completely killing the person.

So, it was possible that they really went into His house but I couldn't figure out how they had made it without a single, ehm, scratch? I mean, I know that they are strong and all but they aren't robots!

Miguel had a thousand men in and out of his house. He had to have a lot of men around as he could feel slightly secure in his own domain. He was right at being scared because he was feared as well as hated by a lot of men; not only common people but even the ones that were considered Mobsters.

"I want answers" I stated, as I looked at them who were still seated on the king size bed with black sheets.

They looked at me, puzzled as Max raised one of his dark eyebrows.

"Answers? Answers to what exactly?" he asked me but I knew he understood what I meant, he just wanted to check if he was right or not; probably hoping to be wrong for once.

"How have you managed to escape unharmed from Miguel's house?" I said, as I went to pick up my boxers, which were thrown on the floor last night.

"Nooo, I was enjoying the view Munchkin, don't cover up" Mick complained, making me glare at him.

"Answer the question" I said, as sternly as I could manage to be, looking at the both of them sitting on the bed with just their sweatpants on.

They made it impossible for one to concentrate due to their abs, which were on full display for me. I was almost distracted as they both rose to their feet and walked right in front of me, a few centimeters holding us apart.

"Miguel wasn't at home" Mick said, after a while that he was looking into my bicolor eyes.

I widened my eyes, not believing a word of what he said. It couldn't be possible, Miguel never ever left his house, not at that time. I was trying any plausible explanation of why he wasn't at home, but couldn't find one. I have known him for almost my entire life and he hadn't left his house once when the sun went down.

He was too paranoid, constantly looking behind his back, fearing that someone would have stabbed him. When the night fell, he would close the house and burrow himself in his office, which was the most secure place in the whole house. He then would make sure that his Assassins Squads were roaming the house and the garden; only then he would sleep on the couch that he had in there.

"He wasn't home, nor was Carlos, so we just killed his Assassin Squads and basically everyone who was in that mansion" Max continued, putting his hand in my hair, trying to untangle it.

I only nodded, probably Miguel knew about what was happening and that's for that reason that he or Carlos weren't home. That thought made me realize something; if he knew it means only one thing and it isn't pleasurable at all.

"Max, Mick, if they weren't home it means just one thing. That he knew what you two would have done that day, at that hour..." I began as I looked at the both of them, who were beginning to understand what I was implying.

"It means, that...cazzo (fuck)! That someone has told Miguel our plan!" Max said.

"So, someone inside that house, who knew about our plan, has ratted us out." Mick continued, beginning to appear angry.

Let me tell you that you don't want to see the sweet and teasing Mick angry. He's much more scary than everyone else.

"Matteo, found Jerry. Quel figlio di puttana ci ha tradito, prendetelo; oh e lo voglio vivo (That son of a bitch has betrayed us, take him; oh and I want him alive)" Max said, but I didn't understand the last part as it was in Italian.

I felt Mick tugging on my wrist and pulling it towards him, making me land on his bare chest. I let him caress my back as it didn't only relax me but I felt his body did it too.

"Everything is going to be fine, we will kill him for sure Miei Amori (My Lovers)" Max said, circling both of us with his strong arms, pulling us in an embrace.