MY MASTERS’ NIGHTMARE
SEASON 1
EPISODE 13
“RANSOM”
Marita A. Hansen
Like a television series, My Masters’ Nightmare is broken up into episodes. A new episode will be published every few weeks until the season has ended. There will be fifteen episodes in Season 1. After Season 1 is finished, the surviving characters will be moving to The Santini Brothers series.
CONTENTS
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Recap of Episode 12
1 Rita
2 Alessandro
3 Thierry
4 Matteo
5 Rita
6 Sophia
7 Rita / Sophia
About the Author
Other Books by Marita A. Hansen
Copyright
My Masters’ Nightmare
Season 1, Episode 13
“Ransom”
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2014 © Marita A. Hansen
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All characters, names, places, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, or real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
I would like to say a big thank you to my beta reading team for this episode:
Andrea Braccio
Carol Allen
Your help is greatly appreciated.
Recap of Episode 12
The Donatelli hold Alessandro captive, intending on ransoming him for cash and weapons. Wanting to escape, he asks Andriena for help, but to no avail. As a result, they argue, which ends in Alessandro deciding to seduce her into freeing him.
The Padre becomes jealous of Matteo, thinking that Thierry wants his nephew. Thierry denies it, but confesses about Matteo sexually harassing him. The Padre confronts Matteo, which quickly escalates into a fight. After Christo breaks it up, the Padre goes into Alessandro’s room. When he tries to molest Alessandro, Andriena attacks him with a knife.
Rita sneaks out of the D’Angelo house in an attempt to save her brother and Thierry, but inadvertently walks into an FBI ambush intended for the Donatelli. With the help of the FBI and a Rosso, she heads for the Donatelli hideout with murder on her mind.
Camila kills a Landi soldier after he rapes her again. Needing to cover her tracks, she makes it look like Rita murdered the soldier and betrayed Frano. While returning to her room, Honey sees Camila covered in the soldier’s blood. Panicking, Camila kills Honey, then lies to Jagger about why, leading him to believe she caught Honey abusing him in his sleep.
Episode 13 begins...
1
RITA
A long line of trees surrounded me as I ran towards the Donatelli hideout, the night also hiding me from enemy eyes. I slowed down as I neared the end of the driveway. A small cottage stood in the middle of a clearing with a row of bushes behind it. Curtains were drawn across the windows, the interior lights making them glow. Contrary to what the Rosso man had said, there were no Donatelli guarding the outside of the house. I hadn’t come across any on the way here either, making me wonder whether he’d misled me and the other agents.
My attention shifted to the back of the property. One of the FBI agents emerged from the bushes, moving forward slowly, the man almost invisible in his dark clothing. My eyes shot to my left as Julio appeared, my colleague also hard to see, his dusky skin and clothing blending in with the night. He headed towards the house, holding his gun at the ready. More men appeared on my right, the FBI agents closing in from all angles.
Lifting my gun, I ran towards Julio, wary that we could be heading into a trap. I caught up with him as he neared the front door. He signaled to his men to stand on either side of him. They pressed their backs against the wall, while I moved behind Julio, knowing he wouldn’t let anyone enter before him. He always took the lead. He was fearless, an adrenalin junkie who considered freefalling out of a plane a weekend activity. If anything, he probably had a hard-on right now, which wouldn’t be a surprise since his job was his only lover.
He turned the handle and pushed the door open, waiting a few seconds before entering, no doubt assessing whether the Donatelli reacted. I followed him inside with three other agents. The lounge looked deserted, the only voices coming from the TV. A famous Italian actress was shouting at a male model, calling him a bastard. On the coffee table, food sat on plates, practically untouched.
Soundlessly, Julio walked towards the first room on his left, indicating for the other agents to cover the remaining two doors. I went to Julio’s side, preferring to stick with him. He held his hand up, counting down on his fingers. As soon as the last one descended, he kicked open his door and charged inside, while the other agents did the same to their assigned rooms. I followed Julio in, coming to a sudden halt. A man was tied to a chair with his throat slit. His pinched features looked similar to Leo’s, suggesting he was the Rosso man we were supposed to spare.
I walked past Julio and removed the piece of paper stuck to the dead man’s bare chest, his blood tainting the white sheet. I started reading the message out loud for Julio’s benefit:
“To my dearest schiava. Tell Leo we killed his cousin because of what he said to you, especially the part about making my brother suffer. We heard everything he said. Everything. I secretly bugged his jacket since I didn’t trust the Rosso merda. Though, it was rather a pleasant surprise to hear how vicious you’ve become. Maybe I won’t kill you after all. Instead, I could keep you as a little pet. You would look splendid wearing a chain around your neck while I fucked you doggy—”
I stopped reading. Julio held his hand out for the note. I stepped away from him, skipping ahead a few paragraphs before continuing, “If you want your brother to remain alive, you will meet me by yourself. If I smell even a whiff of the FBI, I will slit your brother’s throat as I did to Leo’s cousin. If anything, I should’ve done it already, but decided to give you one more chance since I have such fond memories of you. I will contact you in the next few hours via the phone in the dead man’s pocket. I look forward to seeing you again, schiava.”
I pocketed the note and searched the dead man’s pants, finding the phone. I clicked it on, checking for messages. When I found nothing, I stuffed it into my jeans.
“Regardless of what he wrote,” Julio said, capturing my attention, “we’ll be coming with you.”
“No, I’m going in alone this time.”
“Rita, I was told to bring you in, not to let you walk into a psycho’s den without backup.”
“I don’t have a choice; my brother’s life is at risk.”
“What about your life?”
“His is worth more than mine.”
“Rita—”
I cut him off, “This is my battle, not yours; so let me do this my way.”
“No, Rita, it’s either my way or you’re on the next flight home.”
“I am home! And if you try to stop me, I’ll land you on your ass.”
Julio holstered his gun, then placed his hands on my shoulders, looking down at me with concern. �
�Just calm down and take a few breaths; you’re not thinking logically right now. Lead with your head, not your heart.”
I pulled the note out of my pocket and waved it in front of his face. “How can I when Christo is threatening my brother’s life?”
“You still need backup.”
“No, I need you to stay the hell out of my business.”
“This is my business too, and you’ll be walking to your death without my help.”
“You heard what he wrote: he wants to keep me alive, which gives me an advantage. He’s probably underestimating what I’m capable of. He doesn’t know the full extent of my skills, which means he’ll be in for a rude awakening.”
Shaking his head, Julio let go of my shoulders. “I’ve heard of Christo Donatelli. Everyone in the department has. I think it’ll be you who’ll be in for a rude awakening. He was in the foreign fucking legion, woman. He’s a hard motherfucker with no scruples and not to mention psychotic. Apparently, he went nuts and slaughtered a whole village while in the legion. It’s why he left them. They tried to imprison him for his crimes, but instead he killed four of his own men to get away. He’s completely insane.”
“I survived him once, and I’ll survive him again.”
“Or you’ll die this time round.”
“Either way, you’re not coming with me.”
“You don’t get a choice in the matter.”
“No! He said no FBI. This is my brother’s neck, not yours.”
“How is the SOB supposed to know if we’re hiding?”
“If he even gets a whiff of you my brother’s dead, so back off, Julio. You saw how easy it was for him to find out that we were coming.”
“This is not up for negotiation.” He went to grab my arm.
I shot to his right, moving behind him before he could react. I placed my gun to his head. “I love you, man, but if I have to choose between you and my brother, my brother will win. So move, you’re my ticket out of here.”
Julio held up his hands. “Don’t do this, Rita.”
“No, you don’t do this, because I don’t want your blood on my hands. I just want to leave without any trouble.”
“You’ve got a fucking gun to my head! That’s trouble. And after I helped you—”
“This is for my brother! And you seem intent on doing shit that will get him killed. You’ve pushed me to do this, so shut your mouth and start walking. And tell your men to back off,” I said, my eyes going to them. A couple of them were glaring at me through the doorway with their guns raised.
“I won’t forgive you for this, Rita,” Julio said, sounding hurt.
“I won’t either, but I have no choice. Now, move!”
We headed out of the room. Julio barked at his men to lower their weapons. Backing up, the agents did as they were told.
“Throw your guns on the floor,” I added.
Begrudgingly, they dropped them. If I managed to escape, I knew they would come after me with a vengeance. I just had to make sure they didn’t catch me, because their expressions were murderous.
I placed a hand on Julio’s waist and backed him out the front door, making sure no one jumped me from behind. His men outside raised their guns.
“Drop them!” I yelled. “Or he’s dead.”
They threw them on the ground. The agents from inside joined them, all of their eyes on me. I backed up with Julio, stopping in front of the bushes. The agents were now standing in a line, looking ready to rush me at any second. I just had to hope I was faster than them. No, I had to be faster. My brother was depending on me, and there was no way these bastards were going to stop me from saving him.
“I’m sorry, I would never have shot you,” I said, feeling bad for what I was about to do. I brought my gun down on his head, knocking him out. As he crumbled to the ground, I spun around and shot into the bushes. Within seconds a bullet whizzed past my head, his men’s reflexes fast. I continued pushing through the bushes, the small branches scratching my arms. Another bullet whizzed past me as I burst forth into a grassy clearing. Without looking back, I sprinted across it as fast as I could, knowing the FBI was now gunning for me.
2
ALESSANDRO
Matteo prodded my back with a gun. “Inside, gorgeous,” he said.
I headed into the new hideout. It was a two-story white farmhouse with fields of green surrounding it. We’d left the other hideout in a rush. They hadn’t even let me put clothes on, just yelled at me that they didn’t have time. On the ride over, I’d found out it was because Leo had betrayed the Donatelli to the FBI, the Americans one step behind us.
I stopped a few feet inside the lounge, noticing blood on the floor. My eyes moved around the place. Plastic covered the couches while food bowls sat on a coffee table, along with glasses, some half full. It looked like a party had been held here, the blood on the floor telling me it hadn’t ended well.
A fat soldier pushed Andriena towards a room on our right. Her hands were tied in front of her like mine. The soldier gave her another shove.
“Don’t touch her!” I yelled.
Smiling at me, he shoved her again. She stumbled and fell to her knees.
I moved forward, ready to head-butt the fucker.
The soldier lifted his gun, pointing it at my face. “Back off, Santini scum.”
I gritted my teeth, imagining tearing him to pieces. Something cold and metallic tapped my ass, making me spin around. Matteo raised his gun, giving me a sly smile.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I yelled at him.
His eyebrows rose mockingly. “First it’s don’t touch her, now it’s don’t touch you. Make up your mind.”
“Don’t touch either of us.”
“How about this, then? I promise not to touch you again if you touch yourself.” He pointed his gun at my cock. “Go on, it’s not me touching you.”
“I’ve got my hands tied, you pervert.”
“I’m sure you could get a good enough grip.” His grin widened. “You’ve got big hands.”
I glared at him. “How about you untie me and I’ll show you what I can do with my hands.”
“Ooh, that’s tempting, but I don’t really want to kick your gorgeous ass. I’d rather you fuck me instead.”
“I’ll fuck you over, all right.”
“You seem a bit confused with this whole ‘fucking’ thing, so be a good porn star and go lie down on the bed in that room,” he said, pointing at it. “I want to ride your cock.”
I took a threatening step towards him.
He lifted the gun higher. “Stop this bullshit, Alessandro; we both know you can’t take me out with a gun in your face. So, do as you’re told before I lose my patience with you.”
“I’ll lie on the bed, but you’re not going anywhere near my cock.”
“Who’s the one holding the gun?”
“I can’t get hard over males, so fucking stop coming onto me.”
“Let me work on your cock and I’ll prove you wrong.”
“Matteo,” Andriena said, pushing to her feet. “Stop harassing him, he’s not interested.”
“I can make him interested.”
“No, you can’t,” I snapped. “Get it into your thick head, men make me soft.”
Matteo grimaced. “You’re a cunt.”
“No, I’m just not interested in yours.”
His grimace dropped, a smirk replacing it. “Yeah, I do have a man cunt. You wanna lick it? I’ll return the favor.” He flicked his tongue out at me.
I screwed up my face. “You’re disgusting.” Having had enough of him, I turned and headed for the room. Andriena followed me inside along with Matteo and the fat soldier. I sat down on the bed, Andriena sitting next to me.
“Lie down, Alessandro,” Matteo said.
I remained where I was. “Not until you leave.”
“Again, I’m the one with the gun, so lie down before I decide to plant it up your ass.” He smiled. “And I was referring to my gun.” He made
a fist out of his hand and pushed the gun through the hole, moving it back and forth. I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face, but instead I moved my legs around Andriena and lay down on the bed.
“Move onto your side, facing me,” Matteo said.
I did what he asked, nervous over what he was up to.
His gaze moved to Andriena. “Lie on the bed, facing Alessandro.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Your wrists are going to be tied together.”
“Why?”
He rolled his eyes. “So you don’t skip around the room, holding hands like two rejects, dumbass.”
“Don’t be rude!” she yelled. “And I was asking why in that position? You can just tie our hands to the bed.”
“I’m doing you a favor.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If I tie your hands together, you’ll be a kiss away from him, and since the bastard won’t let me kiss him, you might as well go for it.”
“I wouldn’t take advantage of him.”
Matteo rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t; he’s got a hard-on for you.”
Her eyes shot to my cock. “No, he doesn’t.”
“I meant it figuratively, moron.”
She glowered at him. “Stop insulting me.”
“Only when you stop being stupid. If I was in your shoes, I’d be on his cock before you could blink. And I know you want him. You couldn’t be more obvious. So say thank you, Matteo, for giving me a porn star and get your groove on.”
“No, get out.”
“Don’t worry, I will. You can have all the privacy you want with Prince Albert.”
“Why are you doing this? I stabbed Uncle Michael.”
“That’s precisely why I’m doing it. I’m rewarding you. Just a pity you didn’t do a better job of it. If I was you, I would’ve stabbed him in the heart or neck, or at least the balls.”
“I didn’t think. I just stabbed.”
“That’s your problem: you don’t think.” He shook his head. “Trust me to get stuck with the dumb auntie.”
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