SAM'S POV
We were currently outside, bidding our goodbys to the others. Markus was in tears, cuddled in Aleksandr's arms, who was trying to soothe him. The other two girls were shyly waving at me and let me tell you it was fucking awkward.
"Don't worry, we will keep an eye on everything" I heard one say, I think it was Hans given the fact that the sentence was said with a strong German accent.
We were waiting for Monica, who, I discovered, was Max's cousin; she would accompany us to the airport and then my boyfriends and I would fly all the Atlantic Ocean to arrive in Italy, where exactly I didn't know. Max and Mick thought that me, not knowing our destination, was a perfect resolution for surprising me.
I, on the other hand, wasn't too fond of not knowing where we were going. I was fearing an attack on us and being unaware of our imminent surroundings was ringing all of my alarms. I tried to smile during our goodbyes, hiding my nervousness until Aleksandr arrived in front of me.
My gaze hardened seeing him near me; we were never on good terms, quite the opposite. I don't know why I felt so in danger around him but every time I looked at him, I felt something was off. I didn't talk about this with anyone, I wanted to find some proof before accusing him of something.
"Relax buddy, I'm here to negotiate" he said, grabbing my arm in order to drag me inside of the house and away from the others.
"What do you want?" I said, not liking the fact that if anything happened no one would see it.
"I've told you, I want to negotiate something" he said, as he closed the living room's door.
I didn't like it one bit. I didn't like being closed in one room, with him, and my only escape was blocked by his body. My senses were on high alert, as my brain was trying to decipher what was going on in his head so that I could anticipate him.
I was trying to not let him read me, my face blank of any emotions but internally I was a mess of fear. He was giving me bad vibes but I couldn't sort out anything else and that was the thing that was scaring me the most.
I've always been the best at knowing what the other people were thinking or feeling, but with him I wasn't able to. It was like Edward and Bella in Twilight, him not being able to feel his thoughts and not knowing what it was going to happen next was pissing me off.
"Let's talk man-to-man, mh?" he said, sitting on the armchair and signaling me to sit in front of him on the sofa.
"I'm good here" I said, standing and walking slightly near the door.
"What do you want from Max and Mick?" he asked me suddenly, taking me by surprise.
"Excuse-me what?" I said, thinking that maybe I've heard him wrong.
"I said" he began, standing up "what do you want from Massimo and from Michele" he repeated.
I looked at him like he had just grown a second head. What the actual fuck?! What does he mean with 'what do you want from Mick and Max'?! How should I answer: 'their cocks'?! Their breathtaking abs?!
"I don't know what you are implying dude" I said, as I was continuing to figure out the hell was passing through his head.
He made a few steps towards me but I didn't back away; even if I wanted so badly to stay away from him. I let him come face to face with him and I held his gaze. My brain was screaming and every minute that passed I was more than convinced that something was terribly wrong with him.
"Don't take me for a fool, Samuel. I'm way smarter than you think and I will expose your true intentions with them" he said in a low voice.
I laughed, even if internally I was freaking out. Suddenly the door opened and in came my two lovers as well as Markus. Aleksandr stepped away from him and my fake laugh died seeing Max's and Mick's faces. I gulped down, they seemed mad; like reeeeeaaally mad.
"We have to go, Samuel. Monica has arrived" came Max's voice, and I noticed him calling me with my full name.
I quickly went out of the room and into the car, where Monica gave me a weird look. After a while Max and Mick entered the car too but both of them sat in the passengers seats and Monica looked weirdly at them too.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she said, starting the engine and driving towards the airport.
Two heavy hands landed on each of my knees and I gulped down loudly. I continued to look forward, not daring to look at their angry faces, anger that I didn't even pretend to not understand. I knew very well the reason for their rage: me being too close with Aleksandr.
No one spoke as we rode towards the airport. Monica continued to look at us, well me, from her rear mirror and I diverted everytime my eyes from her's. Finally we arrived at the airport and we all got out of the car.
"Thank you Momo" Mick said as Max's hand caught mine.
"No need to thank me but are you guys okay? You seemed a little off in the car" she said and I coughed a little bit.
"We're completely fine" Max said, not looking at her but sanding me a warning look.
"Mmmmh, I'll pretend to believe it" she said "bye and stay safe" she continued, hopping into the car and driving away.
I exhaled as Max dragged me inside of their airplane; yes, their's. It was freaking huge! The inside was modern, with cream couches and brown tables. The floor had a gray carpet and...was that a TV?! On the end of the plane was what seemed to be a small TV with in front of it a couch.
"Sit" came Mick's unexpected voice.
I obeyed, obviously. I didn't want to anger them more but I wanted to demonstrate that I was...well a good boy too. What the actual fuck?! What did that thought come from?! They are contaminating my mind with their kinkiness. They sat too and the plane took off; after a while I could see clouds running from the windows.
Movements from my side made me divert my eyes from the small window to my two handsome boyfriends. They were in front of me, arms crossed to their strong chest and let me tell you that it was the most terrifying thing that I had ever seen.
"Well? Do you have something to tell us?" Max began.
"I...I'm sorry" I said, as my hands, which were resting on my legs, became really interesting.
"I'm sure you are but we want to know what you two were doing in a room so close and alone!" Mick continued, his voice lowering each word he said.
"We weren't doing anything! He just wanted to talk about-" I interruped myself as our chat resurfaced to my mind.
"Talk about what?" Max urged me.
"Samuel. Fucking speak!" Mick screamed after I didn't answer.
"He wanted to know what I wanted from you two, he said that he would eventually expose my true meanings" I said, finally looking at them.
"What?!" Max said, after a while.
"I don't know! He just said that, I don't know what he meant and that was freaking me out!" I finally yelled too.
Max looked at Mick who seemed to be deep in his thoughts. They both seemed to not know what to say or even do and that was what scared me the most. For the time that I was with them, they always knew the best thing to do but now that I looked at them, they seemed to grope around in the dark.
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