My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 "Confrontation" (8 page)

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 back 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.

Willing myself to leave, I pushed
up and tiptoed out of his room, closing the door behind me. Without wasting any
more time, I descended the staircase, slowing down as I spotted my rapist, the
room not as dark as Jagger’s.

“You’re up early,” he said, his
raspy voice making me recoil. “Are you hungry for some sausage?” He cupped his
crotch.

I willed myself to take the last
steps, knowing he would learn his lesson right before his death. “
S
ì
,” I replied, stopping in
front of him. He was so much bigger than me, and laden with muscle, I just
prayed I could outwit him.

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re not
going to fight me today?”

“That would be pointless; you hold
all the cards, so let’s fuck before everyone wakes up.”

“Good thinking.” He indicated with
his hand towards the passage.

Taking in a deep breath, I headed
for it, willing myself to stay strong. I would prevail over the soldier—no
matter what.

I stopped in front of the gym,
reaching to open the door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from it, making
me yelp.

“Be quiet, woman,” he hissed. “The
Don’s
puttana
is sleeping in there. We’ll use another room.”

He dragged me to the next door, causing
me to panic. This had to be done in gym, since I’d hidden a knife between the
wall and bed. I pulled back, trying to free my arm. “I’ve changed my mind,” I
said.

“Too bad.” He opened the door and
shoved me inside the room.

I righted myself and rushed for the
door, screaming, “Help!”

He grabbed me and clamped a hand
over my mouth. “Be quiet,” he hissed.

I continued yelling into his palm.

He grabbed my neck with his other
hand. “Shut the fuck up or I will break your fucking neck.”

I went still, the squeeze silencing
me.

“Now, we’re going to play this
nice,” he said. “If you don’t fight me, I’ll make this as painless as possible.
Understand,
puttana
?”

I nodded.

He shoved me towards the desk.
“Turn around.”

I shook my head. “Please, I’ve
changed my mind. I want to go back to my room.”

“Not happening, so turn the fuck
around, unless you want to die.”

I shook my head again, then quickly
turned as he rushed me, the man absolutely terrifying.

He placed a hand on my back and pressed
my breasts against the desk. “About time you did what you were told.” He
reached under my nightie and grabbed my panties, ripping them off. A zipper
sounded, then he kicked my legs apart. I started crying, knowing I couldn’t do
anything to stop this, the prod of his dick coming a second later.

“Keep your tears to yourself,
hole,” he said.

The word
hole
stilled me for
a second, then anger raced through me, logic now going out the window. I wasn’t
a
hole
for him to fuck, I was a fucking Donatelli!

I reached back and dug my nails
into his hip, wanting to hurt him as he’d hurt me with that vile word. A smack
landed across the back of my head, but I was too angry to care. I turned around
and went for his eyes, wanting to gouge them out. Knocking my arms to the side,
he punched me in the stomach with an uppercut, winding me. Before I could catch
my breath, he spun me around and leaned me over the desk once more.

He clamped a hand over my mouth. “Do
that again and I’ll knock you out,” he spat. “I don’t need you conscious.”

He prodded my pussy again, his fat
cock trying to force its way inside. I screamed into his hand as he shoved it
in without preparation, the pain intense, my body not having healed from the
last rape. In disbelief this was happening again, I stared at Frano’s desk,
tears blurring my vision. He grunted behind me, using my body for his own
pleasure, causing me nothing but pain.

I blinked my tears away, something
shiny capturing my attention. It was a letter opener, lying next to Frano’s
keyboard like a gift from God ... or the Devil, because I didn’t know whether
it was going to save me or damn me to Hell. Regardless, I inched my hand towards
it as the soldier continued to fuck me, his grunts filling my ears, while his
cock filled my body. Praying he wouldn’t notice, I wrapped my fingers around
the letter opener and pulled it towards me. Another slam of his cock penetrated
me hard, the groan that followed telling me he was climaxing. Knowing this was my
one and only chance, I thrust the letter opener back as hard as I could,
praying I got him. He shouted out in shock and pulled out of me. I spun around,
seeing blood coloring the right-hand side of his shirt, the strike having hit
his lower stomach. A second later, the shock on his face morphed into fury. Like
a raging bear, he lunged at me, making me stab out in panic, the letter opener
hitting him in the throat. His hands went to his neck, blood spurting everywhere.
He stumbled backwards, then fell to the floor. He went to speak, but only a
gurgle came out, death finally taking him.

I dropped the letter opener, staring
at him in stunned disbelief. I didn’t know how long I stood like that, just watching
his blood drip onto the carpet, but eventually the sound of seagulls snapped me
out of it. I grabbed my ripped panties and went for the door, veering around
the soldier, almost afraid he would come back to life and attack me like the
Living Dead.

I headed out of the room, knowing I
needed to pin the soldier’s death on Rita. I opened the gym door, praying she’d
left. The room was empty, Rita obviously having lied to the soldier. I walked
over to the wardrobe, finding the trapdoor wide open, the FBI agent not having
covered her exit. It was almost as though she wanted it to be discovered.

I peered down the hole, considering
escaping too. I shook the thought out of my head, knowing the Landi would catch
me, my running skills pathetic. Although Jagger liked my body, it was useless
when it came to anything other than fucking, my fitness non-existent. My father
had always said my hips were made for producing babies, not for winning medals
in sport. Plus, if I ran, the soldier’s death would be pinned on me.

I headed out of the gym, leaving
the door wide open, hoping it didn’t matter which room the dead soldier was
found in. I stopped, realizing I could make it look like Rita had stolen
information for the FBI. I ran back to the office, willing myself to head past
the dead soldier. I went straight for Frano’s desk and turned on the computer.
A prompt came up, asking for a password. Ignoring it, I opened the desk
drawers, messing their contents up so it looked like Rita had searched through
them. I wanted Frano to think she’d betrayed him, so I could finally marry him,
making my
famiglia
powerful once more. Though, Jagger was going to be
the one in my bed, because I wasn’t giving him up—even for Frano.

Hoping that was enough, I headed
out of the room and sped down the passage as fast as I could go, stopping at
the end to check if there were any other soldiers roaming the dining room. Thankfully,
no one was there, the place still shrouded in night.

 Seeing my opportunity, I cut
across the floor and raced up the staircase, stopping as Jagger’s door opened. Honey
emerged from the room and flicked on the light switch. Her eyes shot to me, the
blonde woman looking shocked, no doubt due to the blood on my hands and
nightie.

“What have you done?” she gasped.

Panicked, I rushed her, shoving her
inside Jagger’s room. She fell backwards with a cry, hitting her head on the
floor. I jumped on top of her, knowing that once the soldier was discovered, she
would realize I’d killed him. Fear and adrenalin coursed through me, the woman
now a witness. It didn’t matter that she was innocent; all that mattered was I
didn’t get caught. I grabbed her head and bashed it against the floor, no
longer in my right mind, the pain from the rape still gripping me along with
the fear of being found out. Without a doubt, the Landi would kill me for what
I’d done, and this woman would be the one who told them.

I smashed her head against the
floor again, the crack sounding loud. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this,
especially not to Honey, but fear spurred me on, self-preservation taking over.
I continued to do it until the dead look in her eyes finally made me stop.

I let go of her head. “Honey?”

She remained still.

With a shaky hand, I placed a
finger to her neck, confirming she was dead. I pushed away from her, staring
down at the blonde woman, too stunned to do anything else.

Frano’s voice broke the silence. He
was calling out Rita’s name. My gaze shot to the open door. I raced over to it,
closing it as quietly as possibly. Frano called out again, his voice drawing
closer. Needing to hide Honey, I grabbed her arms and dragged her into the
bathroom, my heart pounding faster than a Ferrari at top speed. I shut her in,
then quickly stripped off my bloodied nightie and kicked it under the bed. Now
naked, I climbed in next to Jagger, hiding my hands under the covers.

A knocking sounded, then Frano called
out for Jagger. My thoughts went to the blood on the carpet. If Frano saw it,
I’d be hung, drawn, and quartered. Frano called out Jagger’s name again. Jumping
out of bed, I grabbed some of Jagger’s clothes off his cabinet and ran to cover
the blood on the floor. I dumped them on top of it, then raced back to the bed.
The door cracked open as I reached for the sheet.