My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Ep. 6 Consequences

by Marita A. Hansen

  “I still cannot believe you would betray blood so easily.”

  “You do not truly know me then. I don’t allow feelings to get in the way of what should be done, which you should understand, since you didn’t allow Alberto’s sickness to continue.”

  “Don’t speak of my brother again!”

  “But you understand. I warned my father that he should put the Padre back into the asylum, but he refused to listen. Instead, he allowed my uncle to manipulate him into having that meeting here with the intention of taking Jagger. I told my father it was unwise to do so, that you had too many connections. I even predicted that the Landi and Santini would become involved, which is precisely what happened. But, do you know what he told me after I explained all of this?”

  “What?”

  “That I needed to stop mooning over you, that it was affecting my judgment. Affecting my judgment? My desire for you wasn’t why I had said those things; it was because I could see my famiglia was going to suffer because of his poor judgment.”

  “So, what do you expect from me?”

  “Allow my famiglia to go free, and, as said, I will hand over Matteo and the Padre.”

  “I want Nino too.”

  “You cannot have my brother; I’ll just make sure he’s safely out of the way.”

  “Even if I agree to that, what about Christo? He has avoided my hitmen, and I hear he’s on his way to the island.”

  “I will hand him over too.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “I’m not lying, which is why I said you couldn’t have Nino. I hold no love for the other three. I hardly even know Matteo since he’s lived most of his life in America. He’s also far too reckless, and the only alliance he has is with himself. I told my father this, but he ignored me as usual, while Christo should’ve been killed a long time ago. He tried to take over power from my father but didn’t have enough backers, so my father banished him to America. My father was too soft when it came to the twins, probably because he helped raise them.”

  “When was Christo banished?” I asked. “And why didn’t I know?”

  “It was two months ago. It was kept a secret because my father didn’t want to appear weak.”

  “Your deal isn’t appealing enough. The Landi and Santini can hunt your men down, which means I don’t need you.”

  “You’ll catch the Padre and possibly Christo, but not Matteo. My father referred to him as a chameleon, because he can disappear and reappear anywhere undetected. He will find a way to get to you, even using innocents to do so. He is extremely dangerous not only to you, but for your whole famiglia AND anyone connected to them.”

  I looked over at Rita, who was nodding.

  “So, all I get out of this is Matteo, and saving time with finding the other two?”

  “I will also stop any other usurpers from attacking. As you know, my oldest brother had numerous children. Although they aren’t as dangerous as Matteo, a number of the adult ones will still seek revenge. I will calm them down. Also, my famiglia is considerably richer than yours. You may have taken over my household and the House of Whores, but we have a considerable amount of money offshore, plus highly profitable gambling businesses on the continent and in America. Christo runs them, and with him out of the way I will take over, that is, with your help.”

  “Will I get control of those as well?” I said, not believing her.

  “Only if you marry me.”

  “You have got to be fucking with me.”

  “Just hear me out. The old-fashioned chauvinists will never accept me as the head of my famiglia, which means you as my husband will be the one who takes over. They will accept you, and through you I will get a say.”

  “I reaped havoc upon your famiglia.”

  “And I shall clean it up, but first you must get my sisters back from the Santini scum. Give the bastards ten women from the House of Whores to pacify them. Then, I will get you Matteo, Christo, and the Padre, while I convince Nino and the other men to accept the peace treaty—unless they want to be banished from the island.”

  “Nino attacked me.”

  “Which doesn’t warrant you killing him, so do we have an agreement?”

  “You have thought this out thoroughly, haven’t you?”

  “I have. Now, give me your answer.”

  “Sì.”

  Camila breathed out. “Including marriage?”

  I nodded, not liking the upset expression on Rita’s face, her behavior today confusing. “Though, I will keep Rita as my mistress.”

  “No, only as a slave.”

  “What difference does it make to you? I will still be fucking her.”

  “A mistress receives more liberties and comfort.”

  “Why deny her those liberties?”

  “She’s an FBI agent. You should’ve killed her as soon as you found out.”

  “Maybe, but I still want her.”

  “She is a risk. I don’t like risks.”

  “I like fucking this one, plus she reminds me of an old lover.”

  “Are you purposely trying to anger me?” Camila snapped. “Don’t forget I’m still holding a gun to your head.”

  “I can take it off you if I want.”

  Camila smiled. “You were always arrogant, but I like that about you.” She started fondling my cock again. “Plus, you are rather talented in certain areas.”

  I reached my hand around to her pussy, making her stiffen. “I am, and if you want to have a piece of me you will concede to my demands.” I pushed my finger inside of Camila, making her gasp. “Do you want a piece of me?”

  “Sì.”

  “Then remove the gun from my head and stop the jealousy,” I said, removing my finger from her.

  She looked over at Rita. “Okay, but I can assure you, you won’t want her for much longer. You may anger me, Frano, you may cause me to walk through Hell, but we are great together.” She removed the gun from my head and held it out for me to take.

  I took it. “You can have the room next to mine, while Rita will sleep in my bed.”

  “No. I’ll sleep in your bed while she sleeps down here.”

  “I’m not negotiating this.”

  “Frano, you need to give and not always take.”

  “I’m not going to let you pussy whip me like you tried to do the last time.” I looked down at the dead guard. “And you need to pay for his death.”

  “Tell the Santini, Matteo did it; say he tried to attack you.”

  I gave her a stiff nod.

  “Now. Take me to your room.”

  “You’re not listening to me.”

  “Why be so coy? We’ve already had sex.”

  “Because this is a marriage of convenience, not love, and I prefer Rita in my bed.”

  Camila’s jaw clenched. “I will agree on one condition. She can stay there until the marriage, but afterwards, I will be the only one sleeping next to you.”

  “You can have someone else relieve you, you don’t need me.”

  “Relieve me? That sounds like going to the toilet, not making love.”

  “Fucking then.”

  “I want you to fuck me, so agree.”

  I exhaled loudly, frustrated with the woman’s persistence, because no matter what, she wasn’t getting into my bed. “Okay,” I lied, knowing that once we were married she would learn quickly who was holding the reins and the whip. “When do you want to marry?”

  “I will need to arrange a lot before it can happen. First, you have to get my sisters back and release the women and children. I’ll calm them down before the men are released. It won’t be instantaneous, but unlike the men, they will listen to me, and right now the women outnumber the men. Once that’s done, the men will do as they’re told. Also, I will contact my brother’s children as well as arrange the wedding, which will be a wedding to end all weddings. It has to show the other families that we’re now royalty. It will be a spectacle, cementing our power.”

  “How long d
o you need to do all of this?”

  “A month.”

  “That’s not enough time. Three months seems more reasonable.”

  “No, one month is all I require, and we need to marry before any of my famiglia causes trouble. Once you’re my husband, you will be safer.”

  “Then so be it.”

  I opened the door, finding the Landi soldier now joined by three others, all of them armed and looking very dangerous. “The situation has been contained,” I said to the battle-scarred Landi in charge.” I indicated to Camila. “Take her to the room next to mine. She’s now my fiancée, which means there will be no inappropriate touching. However, she is not permitted to roam the house freely. Until our wedding, a guard will shadow her.”

  “I’m not a child who needs to be followed around,” Camila snapped.

  “No, you’re a Donatelli who needs to be watched closely.”

  “I wouldn’t risk sabotaging our agreement, Frano; it’s in my best interests to make this work.”

  “This is not up for negotiation,” I said, moving to the side, “so go before I change my mind.”

  She glanced at Rita, who was still sitting on the bed. With a smile, she stepped up to me and grabbed my face. She pushed onto tip-toes and kissed me hard, then pulled away, leaving with the battle-scarred soldier. The other two soldiers walked over to the dead guard and picked the man up, carrying him out of the cell.

  “Will you really marry her?” Rita said, pushing off the bed.

  “Sì, it’s an alliance, and a wise one at that. If anything, I should’ve accepted her marriage proposal last year. All of this might not have happened if I had thought with my head and not my heart.”

  “Then why do you want me in your bed when you have her?”

  “I desire you, not Camila,” I said, walking towards her, “and you never answered my question in the bathroom. Why would you say I was your heart, your soul, your life?”

  She sat back down on the bed. “Because it’s the truth.”

  “But, you hate me. I’m a criminal, someone you want in prison.”

  “Not anymore.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because ... I want you.”

  “Just like that? I don’t think so, you’re tricking me.” I stepped aside, pointing at the opened door. “Choose between me and leaving, and I will guarantee it won’t be me.”

  “Then you’ll be wrong.”

  I shook my head. “That’s going against everything I know about you. What happened between the Donatelli attack and now? Because you’re acting strangely.”

  “I remembered...” she paused, taking a deep breath, “I remember that I loved you once upon a time.”

  I stared at her, totally taken aback. “You have got to be kidding?”

  She shook her head.

  “Are you crazy?”

  She breathed out. “Maybe, but you must know why.”

  “Well, I don’t.”

  She stood up and held her arms out wide. “Look at me.”

  “I am.”

  “No, truly look at me, and tell me who I am.”

  I shook my head, knowing what she was getting at. “You’re not Sophia.”

  “Really? Because you must’ve wondered why I look so much like her, and why the chemistry between us is so powerful?”

  “You can’t be Sophia, she’s dead; her brother was a witness.”

  “My brother is handicapped and half blind.”

  I sucked in a breath, her words true.

  She stepped closer, her hands going to my chest. “Yes, Frano, I am Sophia, and you’re my lover, not Camila’s.”

  I shook my head, still unable to believe that Sophia was standing before me, the situation surreal.

  “Why don’t you believe me?” she asked.

  “Because Sophia was a gentle girl; she wouldn’t have violently taken me like you had.”

  “I’m no longer that girl you knew, the seven years having changed me for the worst.”

  “I still don’t believe you. You’re FBI; you’re tricking me somehow.”

  “I may be FBI, but I’m not tricking you, and you know it.”

  “If it’s true, then why are you so different?” I stepped away from her. “You only resemble Sophia in appearance, nothing else.”

  “I lost my memory after I was attacked. I went wild for a while, did things that weren’t about me, but more about what was done to me. I just couldn’t remember what that was until a few days ago.”

  “That sounds absurd, and not to mention convenient, so stop playing with my mind, because you are not Sophia.”

  “Then allow me to prove it.”

  “How?”

  “You told me you loved me when we first made love.”

  “An easy guess.”

  “You also said you would do anything for me. Do you know what my answer to that was?”

  I remained silent.

  “I asked you to marry me.” She took a hold of my hand. “You told me you would, but instead you left me,” she said, dropping my hand. “Why did you leave me?”

  “I didn’t leave you, you were taken from me,” I said, still in disbelief she was Sophia, my mind not fully accepting it, although her words were true.

  “What do you mean?”

  “My father said he would have Sophia, I mean you killed if I didn’t marry the person I was betrothed to. I had no choice, because he didn’t make empty threats, so I did what he said, yet he still ordered your hit.”

  “No, the Padre tried to kill me.”

  “That was the rumor, but it was never proven. Your brother wasn’t a reliable witness.”

  “I was there, it happened to me, so I damn well know who did it, and why are you here if you thought it was your father?!”

  I breathed out, understanding her anger towards me. “He said he didn’t do it.”

  “But you’re giving me the impression you didn’t believe him.”

  “What does it matter now?”

  “It does to me! The Padre raped and tried to murder me, and you forgave the man who you thought ordered it.”

  “That’s not possible, the Padre wouldn’t have raped you, he’s gay and not to mention he despises women.”

  “Well, he did!”

  “It’s still not possible.”

  “Stop questioning me! I remember his eyes, his face,” she shuddered, “and the way he called me his little slave.”

  “He did lie to me,” I said, upset with both myself and my father. Even though I had suspected he’d ordered the hit, I had still hoped I was wrong.

  “Who lied?”

  “My father. You were attacked because of me, not Jagger.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  I breathed out. “It wasn’t the Padre who raped you, it would’ve been his twin. Christo was a hitman back then. My father had used him for a few jobs.”

  “But, how would you know it was Christo?”

  “Because he called you his slave.”

  “So?”

  “He’s a slave trainer, not the Padre. The Padre would never have used that word. He calls women the daughters of Eve or demons, not slaves. Christo tried to kill you because of me. Me!” I swore, realizing what this meant. “If Christo realizes you’re alive he will come after you again.”

  “Why?”

  “Once he gets a hit, he doesn’t stop until that person is dead, even if the hit has been called off, which means if we don’t get to him first, he will kill you.”

  “He’s the one on the run, not me.”

  “Christo doesn’t run; he hides until he strikes. I will have to put twice the security on you. I’ll also make sure that Camila follows through on her promises.”

  “Which means you’re definitely going to marry her.”

  “Sì.”

  Rita walked over to the bed and lay down, covering her face with an arm.

  I sat down next to her. “There’s no need to get upset, it’ll only be a marriage on p
aper.”

  “It doesn’t matter, things have changed. You don’t love me and I’m an FBI agent, not your lover. I’m not the same person I was seven years ago, so just move on with your life. Do what you like, you always did.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “You never truly loved me like Jagger did. I should’ve slept with him that day, not you.”

  “Don’t be absurd, I did love you.”

  “Which means you don’t anymore.”

  “How can I? As you said, you’re not the same person.”

  “Just go away, Frano; do what you must, you don’t need me.”

  “But I want you.”

  She sat up, her face furious. “Well, I don’t want you! So fuck off!”

  I jolted, then got to my feet, now angry with her. “Watch your tone.”

  She pushed up off the bed, her eyes blazing. “I will talk to you however I damn well please, and you need to get it into your thick head that I’m here to destroy you, not to make love to you, which means I don’t want your eyes on me or your hands touching me, and I don’t want this,” she swiped out at my cock, making me jump back, “anywhere near me.”

  I covered my cock and stepped closer. “You don’t get that choice.”

  “I do, and I’ll kick your ass if you even try to lay a hand on me again.”

  I lowered my face to hers. “You will be sleeping in my bed tonight, so stop this shit before I lose my temper.”

  “No. Camila should be sleeping there. She told me she would be in your bed, and after what’s just happened I believe her.”

  “Why are you being a troya?!”

  “Because I am a bitch, but not as much as Camila. She also said she would have you on your knees, and lapping at her pussy within days. I didn’t believe her, but I was wrong, because I underestimated how stupid you are.”

  I shoved her onto the bed and climbed onto her, now beyond angry. “I’m in control, not Camila, nor you!”

  She pushed at my chest, trying to get me off, but I grabbed her wrists and jammed them down hard into the bed.

  “Let me go!” she yelled.

  “No! You’re mine and you will stop this nonsense.” I leaned down to kiss her, wanting her to react as she’d done in the bathroom.

  She jerked her head to the side. “Get off me!”

  I kissed her neck. “No, you said you loved me,” I pushed her legs apart, “and you can’t take that back.”