The Mafia and Its Angel (Under Editing)

(12) Insight

(1st edit: 1.2.19)

I wake up to Thomas turning around, facing me. He smiles and pulls me towards him. His arm draping me like a protective shield. I cuddle in closer to him and realize that we are still fully naked. With that knowledge I smile, blushing. Thomas groans in his sleep as I squirm. He smiles at me but doesn't open his eyes. So he is awake after all. 

 "Keep looking at me like that and I'll have to tickle you." 

I squeal as he softly tickles my stomach. I try to wriggle away but he has a vice grip on me.

"Hey! No tickles! That's not fair!" 

I laugh as he smiles and tickles me more. 

"When have I ever been fair?" 

He tickles me even more now as I scream with laughter. Apparently my scream was so loud that Martino heard it. He storms into the room, guns ready and snuggery written on his face.

Then he looks at us laying in bed and his face changes to pure fear. He screams like a little girl, covering his eyes with his big hands. Thomas quickly pulls me close to him and wraps in blankets, blocking me entirely from Martino's view.

"YOURE BOTH NAKED?!"

He shouts, still not uncovering his eyes, like a two-year old. 

"Yes, we are. Is there a problem?" 

Thomas asks in a joking tone. Just as martino is about to answer, in marches Xavier.

"I heard a scream." 

He declares. He then looks at us and screams too. I burst out laughing like a hyena, I just cant hold it in anymore. 

"Yeah! It's you two! Screaming like little girls!" 

I say as I lie there dying of laughter while Thomas just sits there smirking. The other two look completely mortified. That just makes me laugh even more.

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Eventually Thomas and I get dressed and go down for breakfast. We take our seats and fill our plates with eggs, bacon and hash-browns. I glance at martino and he's already nodding, handing me the ketchup. I smile and gladly take the bottle from his hands. 

"Thanks bro." 

I say and he smiles. 

"No problem sis." 

Xavier looks at me in horror as I put ketchup all over my breakfast. I look at him and level him with a glare of my own.

"What?" 

I ask while raising my eyebrow at him. He opens his mouth then snaps it shut. I tilt my head to the side, waiting. 

"You're ruining the food!" 

He rushes out sat last and my eyes fix him with another hard glare.

"What?" 

I ask slowly and he sits up, trying to be bigger than my stare. 

"You are ruining the taste of the food." 

He shouts his blasphemy at me again. Oh if Martino wasn't mouthing at me to sit down I would have attacked Xavier.

Instead, what I smirk.

"Why don't you try it, THEN tell me what it does to my food." 

His shoulders sink in defeat and I smile while forking a bite into my mouth. Under the table Thomas places a hand on my thigh. I quickly slap it away and he bursts into a fit of laughter for the rest of breakfast.

When breakfast is over my fathers voice fills the room. 

"Thank you Mina for the wonderful food." 

I glance around table and see that Marco is still stuffing his already full mouth with more food. 

"Um, Marc?" 

I ask and he snaps his head up to meet my eyes. 

"Mmhmmm?" 

He hums with a nod.

"What's gotten you so hungry this morning?" 

I ask, curiosity getting the best of me. He swallows all the food in his mouth, takes a big long gulp of water and coughs. My dad sighs. 

"I think what Marco means is that we were out hunting for the man the shot you. We eventually caught sight and followed him to his hideout."

I wince at the mention of the shooter and my hand instantly goes to my side. It's still a bit sore when I touch it or think about it too much. Thomas looks at me, his eyes full of concern as he mouthes 

"We can leave if you want" 

I take in his words but slowly shake my head. 

"I need to her this" 

I mouth back. I turn to my dad as Thomas holds my hand while I say 

"Tell me everything you two know." 

Both men nod and Marco starts. 

"He lives in a small house, but thats probably just a cover. We also know who he's working for. It's not good." 

I nod, knowing this would be bad. My dad continues.

"The man he works for is Toni Falcone. He is the Don of the Italian mafia. Our top rival and sworn enemy." 

I shiver and am left speechless. My shoulders start to sag and Thomas picks me up and places me in his lap. He holds me close and rubs my back.I lean into him and take in his scent. I use him as the comfort that he is to me and start to calm my breathing. 

"Baby? You okay love?" 

Thomas' chest vibrates as he talks. I giggle and I slowly nod. He sighs and I slowly sit up, still seated in his lap. The room is so quiet as I start to talk. 

"Is that all that you've found out?" 

I ask and realize that Xavier and martino are in the room now too. Martino's eyes are full of concern. He probably walked in while I was shaking and crying.

I sigh and nod slowly. He tilts his head to the side and I shrug. Thomas kisses my shoulder and I smile at his concern. I lean into his chest and he holds me closer while humming in delight that I feel safe. Marco shakes his head. 

"Sadly no, but we have no idea what the next information means at the moment. So we have Levi going undercover."

I nod. I have known Levi all my life, we went to all the same schools. I'm scared for him. 

"No te preocupes sobre eso amour, me oferci como voluntaria. (do not worry about that love, I volunteered.)" 

He winks at me and I give him a sad glance while Thomas holds me tighter as he says 

"Don't worry bebita. He's one of our best men."

I smile. Of course he is, he's Levi.  The meeting finished up pretty fast after that. All the men left because they were all assigned jobs. Thomas wanted to stay because I apparently shouldn't be left alone, according to him, but he needs to do his job so he was forced to leave.

So I was left alone to wander the estate and 'get to know the place'. I wandered around and found myself staring at a big wooden door. I reach for the handle but the door is locked. I frown and grab two bobby pins from my hair and pick the lock. Well I attempted to at least but failed. I'm about to turn away when I remember my mother telling me 

"This key will open a special door one day." 

I smile and look at my key necklace that my mother gave me just before she passed away. I smile and take it off. I hope for the best as I put it into the key hole and turn the key. With a small satisfying click, the door unlocks. I whisper 

"Thank you"

 to my mom and open the door.