“I will do everything in my power to get my uncles here, because their blood is mine,” she spat, her face grief stricken. “I will slit Christo’s throat as he did to those girls and I will shoot the Padre in the head as was done to Ghita.”
“You can have Christo, but the Padre’s blood belongs to Jagger. He will kill that man as I will kill Matteo. Capito?”
She nodded. “As long as I get Christo,” she said, her grief stricken face hardening. “And Pedro will need to watch his back.”
I shook my head. “You cannot attack him, he is untouchable.”
“He murdered my sister! My sister!”
“I understand your pain; I also understand you want his blood, but understand this: now is not the time to be speaking these thoughts out loud. We are overrun. You must think logically, not with your heart.”
“I am thinking logically. He’s going to kill me if you don’t marry me.” She looked at Alessandro. “He will kill Andriena too. You men must marry us, we cannot wait.”
Alessandro frowned. “I’m willing to marry Andriena, but the marriage must only be on paper. I am a trainer; part of that is to have sex with other women. I’m also a sex addict, not something I’m proud of, but it’s the reason why I haven’t married before.” He turned to Andriena. “If you marry me, you must understand it’s to save your life, not for mine to change.”
Nodding, she hugged him, Alessandro embracing her back.
He looked over at me. “We must bring in a priest or a celebrant, one that is willing to lie about my wedding date. Pedro isn’t a stupid man; he will check that the paperwork is authentic.”
I ran a hand over my face. “I will arrange it,” although there was no way I was marrying Camila, which meant I had to falsify the documents by paying the celebrant off, but without Camila knowing and Pedro finding out. I exhaled loudly, just realizing this was going to be a bitch to explain to Rita, especially since Camila would want to come into my bed. But no matter what a troia Camila was, I didn’t want her blood on my hands.
“We all must go upstairs. Alessandro, take Andriena into your room now.” I went to pull Camila along, but stopped as Alessandro stepped in front of me.
“There is another problem,” he said.
“What?”
“Honey is not who we thought she was. She stole my phone and called the FBI.”
“What?!”
“Her name is apt: she’s a honeytrap. The FBI blackmailed her into getting caught by Jagger so they could take your famiglia down, but they changed their minds when the Russian guards showed up, and decided to go for the Black Russian instead. But the bastardo on the phone still said we’re going to jail and that they will be seeing us soon.”
“Fuck!” I raised my hands to my head, gripping onto my hair. “With the Landi holding us prisoners we can’t sell Honey. Where is she now?”
“Cuffed to my bed.”
I let go of my hair. “She needs to disappear.”
Alessandro shook his head. “No, spare her.”
“You are too soft where women are concerned, Alessandro. She is a threat to us; she needs to leave with Ghita.”
“No! She was forced into this situation. I will take responsibility for her.”
“This is not just about you or her; this is about the protection of my famiglia.”
“Think about it: she’s worth at least three million sold.”
“And a lifetime behind bars if we get caught with her on my land.”
“She can be manipulated. She’s in love with Jagger. Have him pretend to return her love. If he did that, she could tell the FBI she went with him willingly.”
“It’s too risky.”
“Just hold off for the moment. The Landi won’t allow anyone in; they will shoot first and ask questions later if the FBI come knocking.”
I exhaled loudly again. Alessandro was definitely too soft when it came to women, but he was right about the Landi: they would get rid of the FBI problem and lumber themselves with the repercussions. Plus, Honey was worth a lot of money.
“Okay. I will ask Jagger to work on her.”
Alessandro smiled. “Grazie.”
I shook my head. “You’re not made for the mafia, Alessandro.”
“Because I’m not mafia; I’m a trainer who works for mafia. I don’t kill, I fuck.”
Despite my mood, I smiled. “I guess that’s true; you were always different from your brothers. Now, take Camila to your room as well as Andriena. I’ll go talk to Jagger.”
I went to leave. Camila grabbed my arm, stopping me. I turned back to her, almost getting knocked back as she launched herself at me. She kissed me on the lips, murmuring, “I love you.”
I pulled away from her, taken aback by her words.
She ran a hand down my face. “I will be the wife you need, Frano. I will do anything for you, and I know you will for me too. What you did before: how you protected me, that spoke volumes. It shows you still have love for me in your heart.” She let go of me and turned to Alessandro. “I give you respect too. You saved Andriena’s life.” She bowed her head at him. “You will forever hold my respect.” She turned back to me. “I must go with you to Ghita’s side.”
Andriena behind her let out a sob, Alessandro hugging her in response.
“I need to stay with Ghita until a priest comes,” Camila said.
I nodded. We headed for the passage that led to the office area, entering the room I assumed Jagger would’ve taken Ghita to, the only one containing a bed in that part of the house. I opened the door, finding Jagger kneeling at Ghita’s side. The woman’s head wound was cleaned and covered with a bandage, while a white sheet was pulled up to her chin.
Jagger pushed to his feet, his gaze going between Camila and me. “I said a blessing, one for the dead.”
“But, you don’t believe in God,” I replied.
“She was wearing a cross, which means she should be given a blessing.”
“Grazie mille,” Camila said.
Jagger nodded at her, then went to leave.
“Jagger,” I said, making him stop.
“Sì?”
“Honey was sent by the FBI to set us up.”
His eyes widened. “Not another one.”
“Which means you need to manipulate her into believing you love her.”
“Fuck! I thought I was done with that woman.”
“I’m afraid not, unless you prefer her dead.”
Jagger exhaled. “No, I’ll do it.”
“Buono, because she’s still worth three million if sold, though if it comes down to her or the famiglia, she will die.”
“No need for that; I can have her doing what I want: she won’t give us up.”
“Good man.”
“But, I still want to exchange myself for Thierry.”
“We need you here and you heard the Landi: no one is to leave.”
“You forgot the passage out of this place.”
“True. But, I still don’t want you going to that sick freak.”
“My brother’s life means more to me than my own, plus this is my fight, not his. I need to kill the Padre or he’ll keep getting away with this.”
“Okay, I will help you all I can, as will Camila.”
“That’s not needed; Matteo will be contacting me after he gets my message. I will arrange everything.”
“Also, keep in mind we need to capture Christo and Matteo as well as the Padre.”
Jagger nodded, then left the room.
I turned to Camila. “When I leave, lock the door behind me. Do not let anyone but me into the room. There is a secret panel in the wardrobe. Hide behind it if you hear anyone trying to break the door down. I will come back for you later.”
She nodded then grabbed my face, yet again kissing me. “I will do whatever you say,” she said, pulling back. “But please, bring a priest, not a celebrant to marry us. I must be married by the church.”
“It will be done,” I said, my mind going t
o the old priest who had married Mario and his woman. God, it was lucky that Mario had gone on his honeymoon to Croatia, because Pedro would’ve gunned him down for being Christo’s son. “I must go,” I added. “I need to contact Mario to tell him not to return.”
Camila nodded. “I will wire money to his account, so he can set up house in a different country.”
“Buono. I will see you soon.” I left the room, hearing the lock click behind me. I walked down the passage and ascended the staircase, returning to my bedroom. The guard let me in, pulling the door shut as I walked towards Rita.
She pushed up from the bed. “What happened?”
“Christo murdered Pedro Landi’s two youngest daughters. He wants to kill all the Donatelli, including Camila and her sister. He killed the oldest of the three in front of us.”
Rita covered her mouth. “What are you going to do?”
“I will have to marry Camila so she won’t be a Donatelli anymore.”
“No!”
I lowered my voice. “I will pay the priest to fake a marriage. It is the only way to save her, plus we can get access to her famiglia’s money more readily this way.”
“But, she will want to come to your bed.”
“It won’t mean anything to me.”
“I don’t care; you will not have sex with that woman.”
“This isn’t about sex, it’s about saving Camila.”
“I don’t care if she lives or dies. You asked me to marry you, not the other way round, and I accepted, so you must carry through with your promise.”
“With her it will all be a pretense.”
“You will still put your cock inside of her. That’s not a pretense!”
“I don’t wish to have sex with her.”
“But you will, and what will happen when she learns the marriage is fake?”
I ran a hand over my face. “She should be grateful I saved her from being shot in the head like her sister.”
“I will shoot her in the head if she takes you from me!”
“I’m sorry you’re upset, but we need her alive right now, and in all truth, I don’t wish for her death. I will find a way of making sure she lives without interfering in our lives, but before I can do anything, you need to contact the FBI.”
“Why?”
“Alessandro caught Honey phoning them. Apparently she was sent in to entrap my famiglia.”
Rita’s eyes widened. “I was never told this.”
“Apparently, when the Russians turned up, the FBI changed course, wanting to take the Black Russian down.”
She shook her head, looking upset. “I’m getting a bad feeling that I was set up; otherwise they would’ve told me about her. But, why would they do that to me?”
“Maybe because they know you’re mafia.”
She swore. “It must be, but I don’t understand the purpose. None of this makes sense.”
“Regardless, you need to call them and somehow make them back off. The house is overrun with Landi; they are holding us prisoners until the war is over.”
“Then I’ll get the FBI to take the Landi out.”
“No one takes the Landi out; the Landi takes everyone else out.”
“Which means the FBI will be walking into a trap. I will talk to them, convince them to hold off.”
“Buono, because if they don’t I might have to kill Honey regardless of what Jagger does.”
She frowned. “Is that necessary?”
“I don’t like risks, and she’s a big one right now.”
“I’m a risk.”
“You wouldn’t betray me.”
“Maybe Honey won’t betray Jagger either, because her love is genuine.”
“Then that love might just save her, although Jagger holds no love for her. We had an argument over you: he wants you back.”
“I’ll tell him I’m with you.”
“No, stay away from him, something’s snapped inside of him. He’s doing things out of character.”
“Okay.”
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me back. “I need to tell you something too,” she said, pulling away.
“What?”
“I didn’t want to worry you, but I think you need to know.”
“What is it?”
“I remember how I got into the FBI.”
“How?”
“The family who found me were FBI informants.”
“Who was the famiglia?”
“They were called Spinelli.”
“Are you sure of this?”
“Yes.”
“The Spinelli are related to the Donatelli. One of them is in Jagger’s room right now.”
“What’s their name?”
“Teodora.”
“I don’t know her, but it was my foster parents who took me to America. I remember them saying I had to get off the island because Christo would come after me again. They took me straight to the FBI, and I spoke to a man about what happened. They were nice and took care of me. The thing is, I remembered everything about what happened to me, told him everything. I never lost my memory during the attack. The memory loss came afterwards. I think the FBI caused it, as well as feeding me lies about my past.”
“How?”
“Possibly memory suppressants, because when I came here, I didn’t remember any of you, but after Federico died my memories started returning. I’m wondering whether he put the suppressants in my food, as the Spinelli family did. Though, I do recall one thing: my family was being watched, our house bugged by the FBI. I dreamt about it last night.”
“It could’ve just been a dream: meaningless.”
“No, I remember my mother’s worried face. She looked just like me, but with lighter hair. She said to watch what I spoke out loud when I asked her to get my father to put a hit on Christo.”
My eyes widened. “Why did you want a hit on him? You were just seventeen.”
“He threatened to kill me if I didn’t stop seeing Jagger. He also said he wanted me to be his slave.”
“Bastardo,” I muttered. “He needs to suffer for what he did to you and Pedro’s daughters.”
“I can make that happen.”
“How?”
“Send out the word that Sophia Salvi is still alive.”
“No! He’ll come after you.”
“That’s the whole point.”
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About the Author
Marita A. Hansen is from New Zealand. She loves writing, creating art, watching and participating in football, and running. She ran her first marathon in 2012 and is now planning on completing many more. For more information on Marita check out these links:
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Other books by Marita A. Hansen
Behind the Hood
Graffiti Heaven
Behind the Tears
Behind the Lens
Don’t Peek (The Diaries of a Teenage Girl)
My Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 1 “Taken”
My Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 “Discovered”
My Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 “Betrayed”
My Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 4 “Poisoned”
My Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 5 “Escape”
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My Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 6 “Consequences”
My Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 “Connections”
My Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 “Questions”
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