My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 Confrontation

by Hansen, Marita A.

  “Dan set me up to come here. His bosses thought I was a mafia informant. Apparently, the bastards have been messing with my memories since I left this island seven years ago. I was born here, and get this: I’m Frano D’Angelo’s lover.”

  His eyes widened. “You’re fucking with me.”

  “Nope, and just to let you know, I’m not the informant. It was my double-crossing, lowlife of a husband, aka, Matteo the Asshole Donatelli.”

  The surprise dropped from his face. “I heard about that bastard. I fucking cried at his funeral, and I never fucking cry. The next time I go to his funeral, I’m going to fucking laugh.”

  “You have such a lovely way of saying things,” I smiled, Julio’s language always peppered with expletives.

  “I sure as hell do, though I don’t think it’s our lot playing with your mind. I’d say it’s the mafia doing a number on you.” He placed a hand on my arm, looking concerned. “What did they do to you?”

  “Nothing much,” I lied, not wanting to get off topic. “And it was definitely the FBI. After Federico died, I started getting my memories back. They must’ve been spiking my food.”

  “And aliens have been anally probing me for years.” He shook his head. “C’mon, do you really believe that horseshit?”

  “Then why did I suddenly start getting my memories back after Federico died?”

  “What memories?”

  “Ones that have been confirmed by Frano and Jagger D’Angelo.”

  “They’re playing with you, Rita.”

  I shook my head. “I know they’re real. I also remember other things. I was from a low level mafia family called the Salvi.”

  He exhaled loudly. “Guess they let anyone into the FBI now.”

  I smacked his arm. “This isn’t funny.”

  He grinned. “I always thought you weren’t good enough to be let in.”

  “Asshole! You said I was the best.”

  “Only because I wanted to get into your pants—until you turned around and showed me your small ass. And ever since you’ve been sister-zoned.”

  I shook my head, giving him a smile.

  His face turned serious. “And I’m not joking about it not being the FBI. Honestly, do you truly believe they could’ve spiked your food for all these years? Seriously, think about it.”

  “I know it sounds out there, but what other option could there be?”

  “Traumatic experiences can wipe memories.”

  My mind went to what Christo and the Padre had done to me seven years ago. I shook my head. “I remember getting out of the river after I was attacked.”

  “Do you remember anything else past that?”

  I frowned, bringing up the faces of my foster parents. I remembered my foster father’s face after he’d saved me. He’d looked in his late thirties. But the next time I saw him, while flying to America, he’d aged, as though years had passed by in the blink of an eye. Had something else happened to me after the Padre had tried to drown me?

  “I have black holes in my memory,” I finally said. “Anyway, enough talking, I’ve got a job to do and you’re fucking with it. Why the hell are you here?”

  “A source told us that the Donatelli were going to show. I got orders to bring that cocksucker Matt in.”

  “You don’t know how true that ‘cocksucker’ part is.”

  Julio frowned. “What do you mean?”

  I patted his arm. “You don’t need to know, and right now, I have to get to the Donatelli hideout.” My eyes went to the last Donatelli left standing. “And he’s my ticket there.”

  Julio shook his head. “No way, Rita, I was told if I found you to bring you straight in. Your time here is over. You’re going back home.”

  “As I said, this is my home.”

  “No, it’s not, sis, New York is, and that’s where you’re going.”

  “Not until I’ve finished what the Donatelli started,” I lied, having no intention of ever returning to America. “They have my brother as well as Jagger D’Angelo’s one.”

  “It’s none of our business what happens to that mobster’s brother, and I thought you were an only child.”

  “I’m not, and you’re not stopping me from getting my brother back.”

  I headed past Julio, aiming for the Donatelli man.

  Julio grabbed my arm and yanked me around. “You don’t understand; this is an order.”

  I pulled free. “No, you don’t understand. I told you I’m not who you think I am. My real name’s Sophia Salvi.”

  Julio shook his head. “You’re still Rita to me, and you’re gonna be on the next flight to New York.”

  “Not unless you knock me out, and I’d like to see you try it without ending up on your ass.”

  He shook his head again. “Arrogant as ever.”

  “More like I’m a better fighter than you.”

  “In your dreams, darling.”

  “Try me on then, because it’s the only way you’ll get me to leave without my brother. Which means you’ll either help me or tell Dan I didn’t show.”

  “I’ll be going against direct orders.”

  “No, you won’t. Your orders are to get me out safely along with capturing Matt, which you’ll be doing once we take down the Donatelli.”

  He frowned. “If you’re playing me to help your douchebag husband, I will land you so hard on your small ass.”

  “I’m not. After what he did, I want him to get fucked in jail like the bitch he is.”

  Julio grinned. “Nothing like a woman scorned.”

  “Though, that bitch would probably like the getting fucked part.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “He’s gay.”

  Julio screwed up his face. “Nah, you’re pulling my leg. My gaydar would’ve gone off.”

  “Then it’s broken, because he’s definitely gay. He was hot for Alberto D’Angelo.”

  “That Planet of the Apes reject?”

  “Yup, so shut it, we need to get moving.” I kicked into gear, heading for the other FBI agents. I recognized a couple of them. They all piped up with a hello. I nodded and pushed past them, stopping in front of the injured Donatelli. His arm was bleeding, but not badly, suggesting a bullet had only grazed it.

  “I’m the one your Don wants delivered,” I said to him. “So, you’ll direct me to his hideout, and along the way, you’ll tell me what I need to know to take him down .”

  “I can’t, Christo will skin me.”

  I pulled out Camila’s knife. “And I won’t?”

  Looking frightened, the man stepped away from me, pressing his back against the car. He didn’t come across as a mafia thug; instead he looked more like a sleazy dealer or a pimp. He was a little weed in his fifties with a potbelly that didn’t match his skinny frame.

  “So, how about you be a good little boy and do what I want,” I added.

  He shook his head. “You’re the law, you can’t hurt me.”

  “No, I’m mafia, so I can do whatever the hell I like, which includes skinning you.”

  The soldier’s gaze moved to the agents, then back at me. “You’re lying.”

  “Yeah, you’re right, skinning will take too long.” I glanced over my shoulder at Julio, who was standing behind me with a grin. “Tell your men to hold Potbelly against the car and pull his pants down. I’ll just cut his cock off instead.”

  “Do it!’ Julio barked.

  The agents moved forward, grabbing a hold of the man. He yelled out as a third agent yanked his pants down.

  “Close your eyes, agents,” Julio said. “If you don’t see what Rita does, it did not happen.”

  I grabbed Potbelly’s cock. He started yelling louder, demanding I let go. I squeezed his cock, making him yelp.

  I moved in closer, standing a breath away from him. “When I touch a man’s cock, I should always know their name. What’s yours?”

  “Le-Leo Rosso. Please le-let go of my cazzo.”

  I loosened my grip. “Why is
a Rosso working for the Donatelli when you’re supposed to be allies with the Santini?”

  “I don’t question my orders.”

  “What if those orders endanger your family?”

  “They already have, but I don’t get a say. It’s either do or die.”

  “Even when it risks Alessandro Santini’s life? Don D’Angelo got a call only a few hours ago, telling him the Donatelli kidnapped his cousin. Now, why would your bosses help the Donatelli to hurt the Santini?”

  “I don’t know merda, and if you don’t let me go, Alessandro will have no one looking out for him. Those bastardi knocked him out and tied him to a bed. I need to be there helping him, not here answering your questions.”

  “I want to do more than help him; I want to free him, along with my brother and Thierry D’Angelo. Now, the question is: will you help me do that?”

  “Alessandro will be set free once his ransom’s paid, and I can’t help you with Jagger’s brother, he’s been claimed by the priest. I risk getting castrated if I go near Thierry.”

  I placed the blade against his balls. “And you don’t risk that now?”

  He inhaled sharply. “Please be reasonable, I can only do so much.”

  “Then say something I want to hear.”

  “I can’t go near him, that’s all I’m saying, but I can lead you to the hideout.”

  “Good boy,” I said, letting go of his cock. “So, here’s the deal: After you direct us there, I will go in with a few of my colleagues, while the rest will watch you. If we make it out alive, you’ll be set free, since I have no problems with the Rossos. However, you better leave this island, because I’ll be telling Frano D’Angelo you helped the Donatelli. Capito?”

  “Sì, and again, I didn’t help the Donatelli by choice. If anything, I hope you kill the bastardi, especially the Padre. Make him suffer the most.”

  “Why him?”

  “He hurt one of Alessandro’s brothers, along with Jagger D’Angelo. And that vile bastardo is doing the same thing to Thierry now. Not only that, he raped Matteo Donatelli. He needs to be stopped.”

  I froze. “He raped Matt?”

  “Sì. A Donatelli soldier told me that the Padre bashed Matteo’s head against the floor so he could rape him.”

  My mouth dropped open, Julio’s swearing behind me confirming he was just as shocked.

  “Is Matt all right?” I asked. I might have hated him for what he’d done to me, but ... God, I didn’t want that to happen to him—not in any shape or form.

  Leo continued, “Maybe physically, but definitely not mentally. Matteo constantly taunts the priest, bruising for a fight. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve killed each other by the time we get there. In my opinion, those two are the ones destroying the Donatelli, not the Santini or the D’Angelos.”

  I nodded, my mind now turning over, all my thoughts on Matt. I couldn’t help but feel sad over what had been done to him. I knew what rape felt like, and with the exception of the Padre and Christo, I didn’t wish it upon anyone. I breathed out, wondering whether Matt would help me after this. I knew it was a long shot, but it was something I could keep in mind.

  “Let him go,” I said to the FBI agents.

  The men stepped away from Leo, who grabbed his pants, yanking them up.

  I glanced at the dead men on the ground. “I hope those were Donatelli and not Rossos.”

  “They are; they didn’t trust me to be alone.”

  “For good reason, because it’s damn lucky my friends shot the right men, but then again, I could’ve made them do what I wanted.” I lifted the knife up. “Anyway, let’s head out. Get in the front passenger seat. You’ll direct one of Julio’s men. I’ll get in the back, while Julio will be behind you with a gun just in case you decide you like the Donatelli more than me.”

  He smiled. “I like you more. Just the next time you touch my cock: don’t put a knife near it.”

  I laughed. “You have a good sense of humor. Maybe you do have balls, after all.”

  “I know which side is the winning one, and I go where that is. I have no allegiance with the Donatelli, only my famiglia.”

  “Good. Now, let’s go.”

  Leo jumped into the front passenger seat, while Julio got in the back with me, barking out orders for his men to follow. Another agent got behind the wheel, waiting as his colleagues ran across the parking lot. Less than a minute later, two cars emerged from the darkness. Our driver fired up the engine and headed around the mall, the others shadowing us.

  Thirty minutes later, Leo instructed the driver to pull over to the side of the road. He pointed to a driveway. “You’ll find them down there. Just head through the trees on foot.”

  I peered between the seats at him. “If you’re lying, I’ll come back and give you the priest special,” I said, waving the knife.

  “I’m not.”

  “Just saying, if you need to change your story, do it now.”

  “Everything I’ve told you is true. Now, go save Alessandro, and make sure he knows I’m helping. I hated him thinking I betrayed him.”

  “Okay.” My eyes moved to Julio. “Who’s coming with me?”

  “I will, along with a few from the other cars.”

  “Good, and I need a gun.”

  Julio passed me one, then pushed out of the car. I followed, my nerves starting to amp up at the thought of seeing Christo Donatelli.

  Julio poked his head into the car behind us, telling them who he wanted with him. The men jumped out of the car. Julio moved to the next one, doing the same. More men got out, ready to bring the Donatelli down.

  The agents surrounded Julio, listening intently as he gave them their orders. I waited for him to finish, then started talking, “Let me kill Christo Donatelli—”

  Julio cut me off, “I’d rather bring him in.”

  “What happened to your sister is what he did to me,” I said, not wanting the others to know I’d been raped.

  Julio went still, then his whole body tensed, his anger barely contained. “You can have him, and make the bastard suffer.”

  “I will, and thank you, I appreciate this.”

  “You don’t have to thank me, just do what needs to be done.”

  I nodded, the reality of vengeance so damn close I could almost taste it.

  He placed a hand on my back. “You ready to move out now?” he asked, his tone softening.

  “Just one more thing: I want to deliver the priest to the D’Angelos. They will make him pay for everything he’s done.”

  Julio frowned. “They’re just as bad as he is, they’re human traffickers.”

  “Not for long. They’re planning to get out of the business.”

  “Regardless, if I see any of those D’Angelos, I won’t look the other way; I’ll be bringing them in.”

  “You’ll have to go through me first.”

  He removed his hand from my back. “Then let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

  I nodded, sure as hell hoping the same thing. I didn’t want to hurt Julio, but if it came down to him and Frano, I would always pick Frano.

  “So, how many innocents are we talking about getting out?” he asked.

  “Three,” I said, speaking loud enough for the others to hear. “There’s Alessandro Santini, who’s tall, muscular and tattooed. Thierry D’Angelo is another one. He’s eighteen, skinny, and looks similar to Jagger. Then there’s my brother. He has reddish hair and pretty much looks like a male version of me.”

  “The perps?”

  “The Donatelli twins and Matt.” I turned back to our car, peering through the driver’s window at Leo. “How many soldiers are we dealing with?”

  Leo sat up in the front passenger seat. “Eight will be stationed outside. Four will be guarding the house, while the others will be roaming, so you’ll need to be extra careful. Also, there will be a couple more soldiers inside. Don’t kill the short one who looks like me, he’s my cousin.”

  “Okay.” I turned bac
k to Julio. “Did you hear that?”

  He nodded. “We need to circle the house, closing in on them, so no one gets away.”

  “Sounds good to me, so let’s go fuck some Donatelli ass.”

  He laughed. “Whatever gets you off.”

  “Not literally.”

  “I certainly hope not.” He indicated to his men. “Fall out.”

  The men moved forward, fanning out in all directions. Julio veered off to the left, while I headed straight down the driveway, wanting to hit Christo head on.

  5

  CAMILA

  The house was eerily quiet. It sounded like everyone was still asleep, not even the seagulls outside making a noise. I walked up to my bedroom window and peered through the curtains. The sky was still dark, the morning sun a few hours away. Regardless, I couldn’t sleep; what I had to do plaguing my mind.

  I let go of the curtains and headed for the door, feeling sick to my stomach. I was either going to get raped again or commit murder, neither a good option. Unlike a number of my famiglia, I’d never killed a person. Although I’d tried to plot the FBI agent’s death, I wouldn’t have done it with my own hands. Getting someone else to perform the act was one thing, but to actually be there, thrusting the knife into flesh...

  Could I do it?

  I walked slowly down the passage, every step leading me closer to the soldier. I stopped at the top of the staircase, glancing back at Jagger’s room, wishing I could snuggle up to him instead. I breathed out, knowing I couldn’t avoid what needed to be done. My well-being wasn’t just at stake. The soldier had also threatened both Jagger’s and Frano’s lives. I wanted both those men safe—especially Jagger. Now I understood why my uncle was so obsessed with him. It wasn’t just his beauty, it was everything about him: his vulnerability, his craziness, even how he walked, and most definitely how he fucked. Dio mio, I was becoming obsessed with him, and like the Padre, I knew I would do bad things to keep him.

  Needing to see him, I opened his door quietly, peering in through the darkness. What looked like a sleeping Honey was slumped in a chair next to his bed, while a still form lay under the blankets. Unable to help myself, I tiptoed over to Jagger’s bed and bobbed down next to him. Up close, I could just make out his face. I brushed his hair back, almost daring him to wake up, but he remained asleep, not allowing me to shirk what I had to do.