My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions (5 page)

“
You know you do, you
arrogant ass.”

“
I truly am an arrogant ass.”
Grinning wide, he turned over to show me it, then quickly turned
back. “Now I know you have a fetish for male
culo
, I better not turn my back on you
again.”

I smacked his
arm
, making
him laugh. “I’m not going to stick anything up there.”

“
Because if you do, I’d fuck
your
culo
until you bleed.”

My eyes widened.
“That’
s a
horrible thing to say.”

“
Just insuring you don’t get
finger happy.”

I held up my fingers and
wriggled them. “Oh, I’m definitely going to get finger happy,
you
stronzo
.” I reached under his arms and started ticking him, making
him wriggle about laughing.

“
Stop!” he cried out, slipping
down the bed to get away from me. “I’m ticklish.”

I sniggered. “The big bad don is
ticklish. Who knew?”

He pushed off the bed and pointed a
finger at me. “Don’t make fun of me or I’ll put you over my lap and
spank you.”

“
Don’t you even think about
it.”

His eyes narrowed, the evil gleam in
them making me nervous. “You just challenged me.”

I
jumped off the bed. “No, I
didn’t.”

“
Oh, yes you did.”
He shot around the
bed and grabbed a hold of me, pushing me onto the mattress. I
struggled to get up without hurting him, but he was too strong. He
pulled me onto his lap, clamping an arm across my back so I
couldn’t get free.

“
Frano! Don’t you
dare!”

“
You said dare,” he
laughed.

“
You know what I mea—” My word
was cut off as his hand came down on my ass, making me cry out, the
bastard not going soft.

“
Your
skin reddens beautifully,” he
said.

I kicked out with my legs. “Let me
go!”

“
Just one
more.”

“
No!”

His hand came down across my other cheek,
making me cry out again. I could feel his cock hardening against my
stomach, but right now I was more interested in smacking him than
fucking him.

“
You
stronzo
!” I snapped. “Let me go. Now!”

“
Such a poor sport.” He swung me
around onto the bed and kissed me before I could tell him off, the
man beyond passionate, his kiss melting the anger out of me. I
kissed him back, the spanking now worth it.

The
sound of the door opening pulled
Frano away from me. I glanced at what had caught his attention,
finding Honey standing in the doorway, staring at us opened
mouth.

“
Get out!” Frano
yelled.

Looking horrified,
s
he held up
a tray of food. “But your breakfast,” she said, casting her gaze
downwards.

“
You didn’t
knock!”

“
I did, but it mustn’t have been
loud enough. Can I just leave the tray and go?”

He indicated to the other side of the bed.
“Hurry up then.”

She scurried over and placed the tray down
on the bedside cabinet, then jumped as he came up behind her. Not
only was he butt-naked, but he had a raging hard-on.

“
I’ve put some painkillers next
to your coffee,” she said, looking everywhere but at
him.

“
Will they
make me sleepy
again?”

“
No, these ones are non drowsy.”
She cast a desperate glance at me. “I didn’t bring enough food for
two. Do you want me to get you some food as well?”

“
Yes, thanks,” I
answered.

“
Why are you still standing
here?” Frano snapped, making Honey jump. “You have your answer, now
leave. And, knock louder next time.”

“
I’m sorry, Don.”
She sidestepped
Frano, and rushed out of the room.

“
Stupid woman,” Frano
muttered as the door closed. He sat down on the bed and covered
himself, then moved the tray onto his lap.

“
You terrified the poor
woman with your hard-on,” I said, giving him a nudge.

He yelled out as some of his coffee spilt
over the side of the mug. “Don’t do that again,” he growled,
“because I will kill you if you mess with my coffee.”

“
You’re a
coffee addict?”

“
Most definitely.” He
picked
up
the mug, sighing as he sipped the coffee. “So good.” He pointed to
the omelet. “You can have that; I’ll wait for the next
lot.”

I grabbed the fork and
knife,
and
started eating, shoveling the egg into my mouth, the food a
Godsend. I hadn’t eaten properly for days now.

He stopped sipping his coffee and
stared at me.

I
froze mid chew. “What?”

“
You look like you haven’t eaten
in days.”

“
The Donatelli basically
starved me.”

His amused look dropped.
“Bastards.”

“
You didn’t feed me much
either.”

“
That was—” He blanched,
then turned his head.

“
What’s wrong?”

He shook his head.

I placed a hand
on his arm. “Frano,
tell me what’s wrong.”

“
That was Alberto’s job.” He
moved the tray onto my lap and got out of bed. “Stay there, I won’t
be long.” He headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him,
the mention of his brother without a doubt hurting him. Alberto may
have been a monster, but Frano had grown up with him, loved him,
and for him to have to kill his own brother—I couldn’t imagine how
much pain he was going through.

Realizing he wanted
to grieve in
private, I stared at his food, my appetite now gone. The shower
went on. I moved the tray off me and placed it on the bed, then
leaned back against the headboard, thinking about my own brother.
He was older, had auburn hair, different from my rich red-brown,
but he looked just like me and … my mother. An image of my mother
looking at me with concern formed in my head. She was scared for
some reason, but I didn’t remember why.

A knock came from the door, pulling me out
of my thoughts. Honey’s voice followed. “May I come in?”

“
Yes,” I called
out.

Honey entered, stopping as she saw me.
“Where’s the Don?” she asked, still appearing
uncomfortable.

“
In the shower.”

She nodded, then scurried to the bed and
placed the tray down on Frano’s bedside cabinet, her glances at me
seemingly disapproving.

I frowned.
“What’s your
problem?”

She let go of the tray and straightened.
“What you did to the Don…” She blanched. “I’m sorry, I should
leave.” She turned to go.

“
No, finish what you were
going to say,” I said.

She stopped halfway across the floor and
turned to face me. “You raped him.”

My face went
stiff
. “Who
told you?”

“
You admit it?”

“
Yes.”

Her eyes widened. “Why would you do
such a thing?”

“
I wanted revenge, and I lashed
out in the worst possible way,” I said, the pain in my chest at
what I’d done to another lover returning.

“
Then you shouldn’t be in
the Don’s bed.”

“
He raped me too;
in fact he raped me
first.”

“
That’s no excuse,” she snapped.
“Camila was kidnapped by the Don, yet she would never do something
like that to him.”

“
And, you have known Camila for
precisely how long?”

“
She’s still
a good person.”

“
Her family tortured
Jagger.”

“
That was the priest, not the
others.”

“
Her
brothers beat Frano, while her father
imprisoned me and Jagger.”

“
Camila isn’t responsible for
what her family does.”

“
What is this conversation
even about?” I asked.

“
T
hat Camila is a good person and she
deserves to be with the Don, not you.”

I laughed.

“
What’s so funny?” she
said, scowling at me.

“
You are so naïve and
gullible.”

“
No, I’m not!”

“
You are. You fell in love
with
a man
who kidnapped and tortured you, forgetting about your husband, the
same man who begged me to save you. Then you fall for Camila’s
manipulations, and she
is
manipulating you. Do you think she told you about what I
did to Frano out of the goodness of her heart? No, she had ulterior
motives.
Did
she ask you to spy on me and Frano?”

“
No!”

“
Did she ask you to watch Frano,
so I didn’t hurt him again?”

She pressed her lips together, not saying
a word.

“
I’m right, aren’t
I?”

“
No.”

“
So soft with that
no
.
You can’t lie very well, Sarah.”

“
Don’t call me
that.”

“
Why not? It’s your
name.”

“
You don’t have a right to call
me that,” she snapped. “I would still be Sarah Phillips if you’d
gotten me out sooner. Now I can’t leave.” Her gaze moved to the
phone, then back to me. “Will you let me call home?”

“
No, you’
ll endanger Frano.”

“
I just want to tell my
family I’m alright.”

“
What will they say when you
tell them you want to stay here? How will your husband take
that?”

Her face crumbled. “I need to
explain.”

I pushed out of bed, taking a sheet with
me. “If you want to tell your family you’re alright, then you will
have to tell them that you went with Jagger willingly.”

“
But I didn’t.”

“
Then you can’t call home,” I
said, walking towards her, “because you’ll be implicating
Jagger.”

“
I will just leave a message,
telling
them
I’m alright, and that I wish to stay where I am. That’s it. I won’t
speak to any of them.”

“
The FBI
will trace the
call.”

“
Then allow me to call from
some
place
else.”

“
I will have to speak to
Frano about it.”

“
Please do
,” she said, wiping her eyes,
the inner turmoil she was going through clear.

Wanting to comfort her,
I placed a hand on
her arm.

She
backed up quickly. “I’m sorry, but I
just … what you did… I can’t be near someone like you?” She turned
and ran out of the room.

I looked over my shoulder as Frano came
out of the bathroom, wearing a towel around his hips. “What was
that about?” he asked.

“
Honey’s upset over her family.
If someone escorts her to a different part of the island, will you
allow her to leave a brief message for her family, telling them
she’s alright and is happy where she is?”

“
No.”

“
I didn’t think
so.”

“
Why did you ask
then
?”

“
She asked me to, plus you
could’ve said yes. Still, I would have someone watch her closely,
because I think she will try to call home regardless.”

He walked up to me. “She
is
being
watched.”

“
Good.” I dropped the
sheet, his eyes going to my body. “Are you alright?”

Frowning, h
e looked up at my face. “No,
but I will deal with the consequences of my actions.” His frown
deepened. “And, I will also do as you suggested.”

“
What did I
suggest
?”

“
Not to marry Camila. Instead,
I’ll string her along, pretending that I will. But, if I do this
you will need to contact your
famiglia
. Because if I don’t align with the Donatelli, I
need to join with the Salvi—if that’s even viable.”

“
I will make it happen,” I said,
feeling intensely relieved.

He covered his
mouth
,
looking like he was trying to hide a smile. “So, you’re going to
marry me?”

I frowned
. “What? Where did that come
from?”

He
dropped his
hand, looking extremely happy. “The way families are
joined
on my island is
through marriage, which means you, Sophia Salvi, just agreed to be
my wife.”