MY MASTERS’ NIGHTMARE
SEASON 1
EPISODE 9
“CRUCIFIED”
Marita A. Hansen
Like a television series, My Masters’ Nightmare is broken up into seasons and episodes. A new episode will be published approximately every 2-3 weeks until a season has ended. There will be fifteen episodes per season.
CONTENTS
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Recap of Episode 8
1 Frano
2 Christo
3 Alessandro
4 Alessandro
5 Frano
About the Author
Other Books by Marita A. Hansen
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My Masters’ Nightmare
Season 1, Episode 9
“Crucified”
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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:
Carol Allen
Andrea Braccio
Jahayra Lopes
Elaine Makri
Your help is greatly appreciated.
In Episode 8 “Questions”
Matteo’s sister takes a drugged Jagger to her house. After he wakes up the next day, he confuses a dream with reality and thinks she has molested him. He attacks her, only stopping when Matteo turns up, coming to her rescue. Once Jagger is cuffed to the bed, Matteo leaves, unaware that Jagger will get free and take his sister as a slave.
Rita and Frano make love and talk about her past. When Frano goes for a shower, Honey brings Rita her breakfast, and asks if she can call home. After Frano returns, he says no to the call, then proposes to Rita.
Seven years ago, the Padre catches Sophia spying on Frano skinny dipping and warns her to stay away from the D’Angelos. Later that day, the Padre and his twin brother visits her house. Christo threatens her life if she doesn’t stop seeing Jagger.
Back in the present, Christo catches the Padre raping Matteo, which ignites an argument between the twins. Even though the tension still runs high, they all attend the Rosso party so they can capture the Landi sisters and Thierry.
Episode 9 “Crucified” begins…
FRANO
I ground against Rita, the woman moaning under me. Dinner was drawing closer, yet I still didn’t want to leave the bed. Rita was all I hungered for, and with the way she was kissing and touching me all over, I was certain she felt the same way. I didn’t know how we could go from fighting each other to making love within such a short space of time. It was amazing, and something I never wanted to ruin.
I penetrated her deep, the wet, tight grip on me making me growl low, because it was taking everything in me not to pound her hard. Her hands moved to my ass again, the woman unable to keep them off it. Though, I definitely wasn’t complaining—as long as she didn’t get finger happy.
I leaned down and kissed her lips, enjoying their softness. She kissed me back, then trailed her lips over my chin, nipping at my stubble. She moved down to my Adam’s apple, making me arch my neck as she kissed it. She had been fascinated with it seven years ago too, and would kiss and nibble on it whenever she could, as well as running her fingers over the bump as though it was an erogenous zone. No other female had paid it any attention other than her, and it was sexy as hell.
She ran her lips back up my neck and over my chin, mumbling she loved my stubble, again giving it little nips.
“I don’t love your stubble,” I mumbled back, laughing as she jerked her head to the side.
“I don’t have stubble,” she snapped.
I rubbed my crotch against hers. “You most certainly do, it’s scratching me. I think it might be time for another visit to the bathtub,” I said, raising my eyebrows.
She groaned, her annoyance instantly vanishing.
“I’ll take that as a yes, but only after I come inside of you.” I pulled out of her and sat back on my knees.
She pushed up and grabbed my cock, looking as though I’d tried to take her favorite toy away. “You just said you were going to come in me.”
“And I will, but I want nothing between us.” Removing her hand from my cock, I pulled the condom off and threw it onto the carpet, then laid back down on her. She stared up at me, looking dumbfounded. I kissed her lips, murmuring: “Sono dipendente dei tuoi baci, I’m addicted to your kisses. Sono dipendente da te, I’m addicted to you.”
“Oh God, Frano,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I took a hold of my cock and pushed it inside of her warmth, then rolled us onto our sides so I could continue to kiss her while we fucked. I smiled against her lips, realizing for the first time I wasn’t fucking her—I was making love to her, something I hadn’t done in seven years. All afternoon we’d fucked, but now, in this moment, it felt different. It was like I had finally found home after being lost for seven years, her absence having displaced me. I didn’t know why, just that she made me feel like I belonged here. It was a place that had seen nothing but heartbreak, the joy having been sucked out of it one death at a time. So many people had died here, and I wanted it to stop. I wanted my home to be a place where people laughed, not cried, where children ran around instead of slaves being dragged from one cell to another. I wanted a famiglia again.
She flattened herself against my body, making the sound that told me she was coming. I let her do what she wanted, then when she had finished, I rolled her onto her back and pushed my face into her hair. I started thrusting inside of her, no longer holding back. I wanted to fill her over and over again, marking her as my woman.
The buildup started in my stomach and swiftly moved down to my groin, making me pick up my thrusts, knowing I was going to come soon. She started whispering in different languages, words I didn’t understand, until she said something in French, which sounded familiar, then she said it in Italian:
“Cuore mio, anima mia, vita mia,” she paused, then repeated it in English, “You are my heart, my soul, my life.”
It set me off. I came, holding her tight as I filled her with whatever I had left inside of me. Right at that moment, I didn’t care if she got pregnant; all I cared about was that she was as close as possible to me, nothing between us, both literally and figuratively.
Once I’d finished, I pulled out of her and rolled onto my side, all thoughts about shaving her pussy gone, all thought gone, my body both satisfied and exhausted. I closed my eyes, murmuring that I needed sleep. She wrapped an arm around me, my mind drifting off seconds later.
A noise jolted me, making me open my eyes. I blinked, realizing I’d fallen asleep. Rita had fallen asleep as well, her face serene. We both had an arm slung over each other. More noise came from somewhere in the house, sounding like people arguing. Even though I didn’t want to, I removed Rita’s arm from me and got out of bed. I went into the bathroom and quickly cleaned myself, then got dressed. I left my room, finding a Landi soldier sitting on a chai
r outside my door.
The wiry-looking man stood up and bowed his head. “How may I help you, Don?”
I closed the door behind me. “What’s that noise?”
“Jagger’s arguing with Camila.”
“He’s back?”
“Sì.” The soldier held up his radio. “I got the message just before you came out. I was about to tell you.”
“Grazie.” I quickly headed down the passage and the staircase, spotting Jagger and Camila in the entrance, along with the soldier who had the large facial scar. My cousin had an unconscious woman slung over his shoulder, and was fending off a furious Camila.
“Put my niece down now!” Camila hollered at him.
“She’s not your niece, she’s my slave,” Jagger snapped, looking like a lion protecting his prey, his expression vicious. He was bare-chested and was wearing what looked like ripped pajama pants.
Camila went for him again, grabbing at the female’s legs. Jagger pushed her back, hard enough to knock her down. She jumped up and went to shove him, the woman obviously too angry to think straight.
The soldier and I rushed forward at the same time. He backed off, allowing me to grab Camila around the waist. I pulled her away from Jagger, yelling: “Basta!” which was enough. “You’ll make him drop her.”
Camila stopped struggling against me. “Tell him to put my niece down,” she said, her voice pained. “She’s only a child.”
“Twenty-one’s not a child,” Jagger snarled. “And she took advantage of me when I was drugged up to the eyeballs, stripping me and sucking my cock.”
“Liar!” Camila yelled. “Teodora wouldn’t have done that; she’s a sweet girl.”
“I’ve yet to find that out.” Jagger flicked his tongue out, the evil smirk on his face telling Camila he wanted to lick Teodora’s pussy.
“No! You can’t do that to her!” She dug her nails into my arm, making me let go. Instead of attacking him, she grabbed onto her niece’s legs again, trying to pull her off him.
Jagger wrapped both of his arms around Teodora and pulled back, making Camila lurch forward. Camila tugged again, screaming at Jagger to let go.
“Camila, you’re going to hurt her,” I said.
She let go and spun around on me. “Make him put her down then!”
“Settle down, I’ll sort it out.” My attention moved to Jagger. “Put the girl in a spare room upstairs.”
“Slaves don’t get rooms,” he said. “I’ll put her in one of my cells.”
“She is not to be treated as a slave.”
“Why?!”
“Because she’s my fiancée’s niece.”
Jagger’s eyes shot to Camila, the surprise in them morphing into rage. “Her famiglia tortured me! They raped and beat me! Yet, you’re going to marry her?!” he spat, his anger now focused on me.
“She has promised us the heads of the twins and Matteo, as well as the Donatelli wealth.”
“Money means nothing to me! Only vengeance; and I will be delivering the Padre’s head, along with Matteo’s.”
“You cannot take Matteo down, he’s too skilled.”
Jagger smiled, the expression almost evil. “I already have a plan set in motion to entrap him along with the Padre.”
“What is it?”
His gaze moved to Camila. “She will not be privy to my plan.”
“She is on our side.”
He looked back at me. “As far as I’m concerned, she is the enemy and will hear nothing from my lips.” His focus shifted to Camila again. “And all my enemies will be punished, starting with this one.” He smacked Teodora’s ass.
“You bastardo!” Camila went for Jagger, slapping him across the face, her nails drawing blood.
He wiped his face. “You’re now second on my list,” he said, his eyes burning into her.
“I don’t give a fuck!” she yelled. “All I care about is that you give me my niece.”
“You will care after I’m finished with you; so watch your back, because I might be right behind you, giving a fuck.”
Camila turned to me. “I’m your fiancée, yet you stand there and say nothing as he insults and threatens me?!”
“Last warning, Jagger: take Camila’s niece upstairs,” I said, having no interest in defending her. I just wanted the banshee to shut the fuck up. I could feel a headache already forming from her screeching.
Jagger shook his head. “You can’t take my vengeance away from me.”
“Then stay with her, but she’s not to be put in a cell.”
He frowned, but nodded. “I will only do this for you, not her. I owe you my life.” He bowed his head, then went to walk past me, stopping by my side. “What happened to your head?” he asked, his gaze moving to the bandage.
“You hit me with a chair.”
His body tensed. “I don’t remember doing that.”
“You were high.”
“Mi dispiace.” He bowed his head again. “You can punish me as you see fit.”
“I’m not going to punish you.”
He looked up, appearing surprised. “But, I attacked you.”
“You were not yourself, so one lapse of judgment can be forgiven.”
“Sono sempre in debito,” he said, saying he was forever in my debt. He then turned and headed for the staircase, Camila’s niece dangling over his shoulder.
Camila stepped in front of me. “You can’t leave my niece alone with him. You heard what he said he would do to her. She doesn’t deserve this treatment.”
“He said she sucked him.”
“He’s lying. Teodora wouldn’t have done such a thing. He’s just using any excuse to do what he likes to the sweet kid.”
“She didn’t look like a kid to me.”
“She’s a child to me! And I have a say in this house, so go after him and get her back.”
I leaned my face towards hers. “Don’t you dare speak like that, I’m the don.”
“Then act like one!”
I grabbed her around the throat, making her yell out in fright. “You are pushing me, Camila,” I growled. “All I’ve been hearing is your raised voice, telling everyone what to do, but failing to do what you have to. So, until I see something from you, Jagger can keep his slave.”
“Teodora is not a slave,” she snapped.
“She is now,” I said, letting her neck go, “and it’s up to you to change that.”
“Release her and I’ll start arranging things with my famiglia.”
“No, she will remain with Jagger until I see some results.”
“But, he will hurt her.”
“He’s more likely to pleasure her than anything else.”
“NO! Tell him to give her back.”
“Again with the orders. You’re not learning very well, Camila. How about I give you to Jagger as a slave? He would enjoy cutting you down to size.”
“You can’t do that,” she said, now looking worried. “We agreed—”
“For you to give me the twins and Matteo, but it looks like Jagger might accomplish that sooner. So, how about you start with the banks? First thing tomorrow morning, we will go and arrange some joint accounts.”
“You’re making me feel like a paycheck.”
“You are more than that to me.”
“In what way?”
I glanced at the soldier. “Please give us privacy.”
“I will wait out front, Don,” he said, bowing to me. “Call me when you need me.” He headed for the door, closing it behind him.
I turned back to Camila and pulled her in close. She stiffened in my arms, looking uncertain.
I whispered into her ear. “The house is bugged. The Landi are listening to me along with the Salvi, which is why I need to be careful with what I say,” I said, lying through my teeth. “They want me to marry Sophia, so I have to pretend I will until I get enough revenue to buy my own soldiers. Hence, why it’s so important I get these bank accounts fixed.”
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“They heard about your famiglia falling and are paying the Landi to force me into marrying Sophia.”
“But, I thought the Landi were your friends.”
“Apparently, money can buy my best friend.” I faked a scowl. “I can trust no one now.”
“You can trust me.”
I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I do, and I’m sorry for threatening you before. I had to do it because of the Landi soldier.” I frowned. “Forgive me.”
She wrapped her arms around me and smiled. “There’s nothing to forgive. But, please, get Teodora out of Jagger’s room.”
“I will talk to him, and try to get him to see reason.”
“That is all I ask of you.” She pushed up onto her toes to kiss me.
The front door opened, saving me. Honey entered with two guards, looking worn out, her eyes red from either crying or exhaustion.
Camila let go of me. “What’s wrong, Sarah?” she asked, appearing concerned.
Honey screwed up her face, looking as though she was going to burst into tears. “I couldn’t find Jagger. We looked everywhere.”
“He’s here,” Camila said, her sympathetic expression gone in a second.
“He is?!” Honey said, her face instantly lighting up.
“Sì, he’s upstairs in his room with my niece. He won’t let her go, and is insisting that she’s his slave.”
“But, why would he do that?” Honey said, looking shocked.
“Because he’s gone crazy.” Moving forward, Camila took a hold of Honey’s hands. “Please, get him to release my niece. Teodora has done nothing to him; he’s delusional.”
Honey nodded. “I will go to him.” She pulled her hands free from Camila and ran past me, taking to the staircase two steps at a time.
I went to follow her, not to Jagger’s room, but wanting to get back to Rita.
Camila grabbed my hand, making me turn to her.
“What?”
She squeezed my fingers. “Once Honey sorts Jagger out, spend the night with me.”
“I…”
A shout cut me off, then another one, Jagger telling Honey to leave. Relieved by the distraction, I pulled free from Camila and went for the staircase, ascending it fast. I stopped outside Jagger’s doorway, watching as he yelled at a distraught-looking Honey.
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