My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 "Confrontation"

Like a television series,
My
Masters’ Nightmare
is broken up into episodes. A new episode will be
published approximately every 3 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 11

1 Alessandro

2
Andriena

3
The Padre

4
Rita

5
Camila

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My
Masters’ Nightmare

Season
1, Episode 12

“Confrontation”

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2014 © Marita A. Hansen

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I would like to say a big
thank
you to my beta reading team for this
episode:

Andrea
Braccio

Laura
Purdy

Carol Allen

Your help is greatly
appreciated.

Recap
of Episode 11

Camila
continues to push herself onto Jagger, but soon
learns what unwanted attention feels like when a Landi soldier comes onto her.
After the soldier rapes her, she starts planning his death—setting Rita up to
take the blame.

Jagger
thinks he’s losing his mind, his past memories
now mixing in with the present. When he discovers that Honey is behind it, it’s
too late, the drugs she’s put in his food leaving him at her mercy.

Even
though
Rita
wants to stay with Frano, she knows she has to leave him, so
she can rescue her brother from the Donatelli, who will kill Lucan if she
doesn’t go to them.

Alessandro
, Bianca, and Andriena leave for the Santini
compound, not knowing that danger is following close behind. The Donatelli run
their car off the road. Bianca escapes, but Alessandro is caught, the Donatelli
holding him at gunpoint.

Episode
12 begins...

1

ALESSANDRO

The weaselly little fucker pointed
the gun at my head, ordering me to get out of the car, while another soldier
headed for a small white cottage, holding an unconscious Andriena. The place
was far too quaint and pretty to be the hideout for the nastiest mafia
famiglia
on my island. There was even a colorful array of spring flowers surrounding
the building, making it look like a little old granny’s home. But like the
candy house in Hansel and Gretel, nothing but evil lurked inside.

“Please, Alessandro, get out of the
car,” Leo said.

I pushed out of the back seat,
imagining snapping the
bastardo
in two. But I couldn’t do
merda
,
because my hands were tied behind my back. Though, if he came closer, I’d go for
him, taking the traitor out.

Leo lifted his gun. “Don’t even
think about it, Alessandro.”

I glared at him, furious he was
doing this to me. He was a fucking Rosso, a cousin of my sister’s husband, yet he
was helping the Donatelli. The Rossos were supposed to be allies. My brothers
had even risked their lives to help Leo’s
famiglia
. They had gotten a
number of the Rossos off the island, away from the Landi, who wanted to kill
every last one of them for the deaths of Pedro’s daughters.

“If Ricardo knew you were doing
this to me, he’d gut you,” I said. “No, he’d pulverize you with his bare
hands.”

Leo flinched, his face draining of
color. And he had a right to be fearful, because my oldest brother was vicious.
Ricardo wouldn’t think twice about beating someone into an unrecognizable pulp.
If anything, he wouldn’t even think about it, because once Ricardo fell into a
blood rage, he went on autopilot, the man a killing machine. He’d done it with
one of my previous kidnappers. My brother Dominic had tracked down the man,
bringing him back to the house. Ricardo had then dragged him in front of me. I’d
only been sixteen at the time and still terrified of my kidnapper. But that
terror had quickly turned into horror as my brother beat the man into nothing
before my eyes, my kidnapper’s screams forever haunting me. I hadn’t wanted
that kind of revenge. After almost dying, I hated anything to do with death,
even when it was one of my enemies sucking in his last breath. Instead, I had wanted
the man in prison, rotting away for the rest of his life, rather than become
nothing within seconds. Because he wasn’t nothing to me; he’d shaped my life,
and when he died, a little piece of me died with him.

“I’m being forced to help the
Donatelli,” Leo said, finally finding his voice. He was from the ass end of the
Rosso hierarchy, a two-bit hustler who took care of the drugs and whores. And
he looked it. The fifty-something male was dressed in a cheap suit that
should’ve been destroyed after the seventies. His shirt’s lapels were bigger
than Dumbo’s ears, while the pinstripes on his pants made his legs look twice
as skinny. And to top it off, his comb over was covered in enough grease to fry
a factory load of eggs. Everything about Leo screamed sleaze. Still, I hadn’t
thought he was capable of stooping this low—especially not when it came to
double-crossing my
famiglia.

“Is Sergio in on this?” I asked,
hoping my brother-in-law had nothing to do with the Donatelli. I liked the man,
and not only that, he was the father of two of my nieces and one of my nephews.

“No.”

I breathed out in relief, because
Ricardo would’ve killed Sergio in retribution. “Who out of your
famiglia
are helping the Donatelli?”

“I can’t say,” Leo said, “and if I
was given a choice I wouldn’t be helping them either, so don’t take your anger
out on me.” He leaned in closer. “But, I will try my best to help you. Just
don’t go near the
Padre
and do whatever Christo asks of you. You might make
it out alive if you comply—”

“What are you talking about?” a man
barked, cutting Leo off.

Leo shot away from me. “Nothing,
Signore
,”
he said, looking scared, making me believe he was telling the truth. At least
it gave me comfort he was still an ally.

My gaze moved to the stone cottage,
looking for the owner of the voice. A blond man pushed away from the door and
headed our way. He was extremely good-looking, and he knew it, his cocky
swagger and grin showcasing his ego. He was wearing blue jeans and a white
T-shirt, looking like an All-American boy next door ... just a gay one. There
was way too much appreciation in his gaze for him not to be, even more since he
couldn’t keep his eyes off my crotch.

“Hello, Alessandro,” he said,
sounding American. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

“Who are you?”

His eyes rose to my face. “I feel insulted
that you don’t know me.”

“I’ve never met you, so why should
I?”

“Because I’m Matteo Donatelli.” He
stopped a few feet from me, his eyes again wandering down my body.

I bristled at his slow perusal. “Keep
your fucking eyes on my face,” I snapped, wanting to rip them out.

Matteo raised his gaze again, not
looking slighted at all. “Is that anyway to speak to a fan?”

“What?” I said, taken off guard.

“I’m a fan of your videos.”

I stared at him, hoping like fuck I
hadn’t been kidnapped for one of his sick fantasies. I would sooner die than
allow a man to touch me sexually.

Matteo cocked his head to the side.
“Why are you looking so worried?”

“You kidnapped me because you like
my videos?”

“No, my uncle Christo wants to
ransom you for some weapons and money. The fact that I’m a fan of your cock is
just an added bonus.”

I scowled at him. “If you come near
it, I’ll rip yours off.”

Matteo laughed. “Don’t worry; it’s
not me you need to be concerned about.”

“Just let me go and my oldest brother
might consider letting you keep your skin.”

“Yes, I’ve heard about that nasty
bastard. Maybe he’s related to my uncle. Christo would skin an enemy alive too.
The only difference is he’d have their skin made into clothing. While me...”
Matteo licked his gun. “I’d sooner suck cock.” He put the gun in his mouth, giving
it a perverse blowjob. After several seconds, he pulled it out, his blue eyes
dancing with amusement. “I can make it worth your time if you let me go down on
that fantastic cock of yours. I’d give you a blowjob you’ll never forget.”

“Fuck off!”

Matteo pouted. “Such a spoilsport.
I should’ve kidnapped Dominic instead. I heard he’s not averse to fucking men,”
he said, referring to one of my brothers. A large smile played across his face.
“Is it true he also has a Prince Albert? I
looove
them, they feel
so
good
up my ass.”

I screwed up my face in disgust. “I
wouldn’t tell you, you pervert, and he’s not gay, he’s pansexual, which means
your personality would put him off.”

Matteo sniggered, my insults having
no affect on him. “Men don’t want me for my personality,” he ran a hand over
his ass, “they want me for this.”

Noise came from the house, drawing
my attention away from the creep. A priest emerged from the doorway: Padre
Michael Donatelli, someone
everyone
knew.

Matteo glanced over his shoulder at
what I was looking at. His expression darkened, all humor gone in a second. He spun
around and stormed over to the priest, spewing abuse at him. The
Padre
ignored him, his eyes staying on me, curiosity coloring his pale blue irises.

Matteo snapped, “Get back inside.”

Again, the
Padre
ignored him.
I remained still, wary of Jagger’s rapist as he headed my way. I was taller
than him, but he was just as muscular, which looked odd for a man of the cloth.

He stopped in front of me. “Oh my,
you’ve grown into a very impressive man, Alessandro. The last time I saw you,
you were nothing but skin and bone, a small boy who wouldn’t let go of his
mother’s skirt.” His eyes moved to my chest. “Still, you disappoint me.” He
looked back up, a grimace tempering his features. “You should never have
allowed the Devil’s hand to touch you.”

“What are you on about?”

“Your tattoos,” he said, waving a
finger at my chest.