My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 Connections (9 page)

“
He doesn’t need to harm you to
put you in a compromising position, and honeytraps are conniving,
I’ve known a few. If I were you, I wouldn’t risk falling asleep
next to him, I would only pretend to.”

I nodded, now wishing I hadn’t agreed
to the arrangement.

Camila
placed a hand on my arm. “I don’t
mean to frighten you; I’m only looking out for your best interests,
especially since I’m very grateful for what you’ve done for me, and
once I have my sisters back I will make sure you get what you
desire the most.”

“
Which is Jagger.”
I frowned,
remembering Bianca was returning home tomorrow. “Bianca is also in
love with him. She will make my life hell trying to get him
back.”

“
I will make your
Bianc
a
problem disappear.”

“
I don’t want you to hurt her.
Despite not liking her, she still sacrificed herself for
Jagger.”

“
Don’t worry, I won’t hurt her,
threats will be sufficient
.”

“
Thank you. Now, can I go
search for
Jagger?”

Her attention shifted to
the soldier behind
me. “Is everything she said guaranteed?”

“
Nothing’s ever guaranteed
except for death,” the man replied, “but Alessandro did agree to
the arrangement.”

“
Buono
. Please arrange for two soldiers to
help Honey find Jagger.”

“
Thank you, thank you,” I said,
loving the woman for helping me. I went to hug her, but stopped
myself in time, knowing my place.

Smiling at me, she
stepped closer and
embraced me. “Don’t feel bashful around me. I consider you a friend
now.”

“
Thank you, I consider you
one too.”

She pulled away from me, her
smile disappearing. “I have one more thing to ask of you. I want to
make Frano see how harmful that FBI agent is,” she said, looking
sad. “All she has done is hurt him, but he keeps forgiving
the
puttana
because he
has some weird infatuation with her. Did you know
when my
famiglia
imprisoned them
together; she knocked him out and tied him to the bed, raping him
with her fingers.”

I stared at her in disbelief. “She
wouldn’t do that.”

“
Well, s
he did, I watched the video, and if
you want proof I will get it for you. That woman is repugnant. She
will manipulate anyone to get what she wants. I just can’t stand to
see her doing it to Frano.” She ran a hand over her face. “I really
don’t know what to do. I’m scared she will assault him
again.”

“
What can I do to
help?
”

She dropped her hand. “Keep an eye on him,
make sure he’s safe. I want to do this myself, but you saw how he
kicked me out of the room. She has him wrapped around her little
finger.”

“
I’ll help any way I can,” I
said, feeling nothing but disgust for what Rita had done, my
opinion of her completely changed.

“
Grazie
,” Camila said, giving me another
hug. “I’m so glad I have found someone as nice as you in this
difficult household.”

“
Likewise.”

She pulled back. “Hopefully
things will improve
after the wedding. I
want to be a wife Frano can love and
respect.”

“
You will be,” I consoled
her.

“
As you will be
a good wife for
Jagger.”

My smile dropped, my mind going
to my husband, the man Jagger had stolen me from
. “I’m still
married.”

“
T
o who?”

“
To a man who doesn’t
deserve my disloyalty.”

“
Where is your
husband?”

“
America. Jagger took me from
him.”

“
Do you want to go back to
him?”

“
I can
’
t now, too much has
changed
.”

“
We can make you a new
identity, so you can still marry Jagger if you want.”

“
I can’t do that to
Liam,” I said,
wanting to cry, “
or
Jagger. It would be a lie.”

“
Are you willing to live
with Jagger in sin then?”

I nodded, not knowing what else I could
do.

“
I still think you should take
the new identity and marry Jagger, because he obviously means more
to you.”

I wiped my eyes, feeling guilty that she
was right. “I still owe Liam an explanation, plus he must be
frantic about my disappearance. Can I phone and tell him I’m
alright?”

“
Definitely not! You will
endanger everyone in this household.”

“
I don’t have to let him know
where I am, just
that I’m not dead. I’m also concerned about my parents.
They must be going out of their minds with worry.”

“
It’s too dangerous.” She took a
hold of my arms. “You must promise me not to contact
any
one in America.”

I remained
silent, not sure if I could do
that, the thought of my family suffering killing me.

“
Promise,
Honey!”

“
My real name’s
Sarah.”

“
Then, promise me,
Sarah.”

“
I promise,” I said,
knowing it was a lie.

5

M
ATTEO

My
half-sister and I walked down the
busy street, where the nightclubs were all clustered together,
well, the dull … I mean the hetero ones anyway. When I had asked
Teodora to come along with me tonight, she’d jumped at the
opportunity. My little Dora the Explorer was a fun loving girl. She
was twenty and bouncier than the springs on my mattress… Shit, that
sounded sexual, but I didn’t mean it that way, she was just
hyperactive, a five-foot chica on speed. I’d heard a man call her a
pocket fuck once. I made him blow my fist for the comment. No, I
meant, I punched him in the mouth. Man, I couldn’t get my mind off
blowjobs, because my cock was aching. I’d taken something similar
to a Viagra just in case I needed to fuck a Landi sister, but it
had made me hard too soon. I was ready to burst out of my jeans. I
knew I should’ve worn my normal pair, but Dora said my ass looked
better in the tighter ones.

Anyway, b
ack to my
sister. She was stacked, had a
tiny waist, and a gorgeous face with bedroom eyes, though, I’m not
sure about the last part, but nonetheless, straight men considered
her attractive. I also loved how one side of her black hair was
long, while the other side was short, with patterns shaved into it.
I thought it looked cool, though my grandfather had thrown a fit
when he’d seen it. The thought of my grandfather soured my mood. I
missed the grumpy old man, and was even angrier that the D’Angelos
had stopped me from attending his and Dad’s funerals. The Landi
pricks had surrounded the ceremony, which meant I had to watch it
from a distance through my binoculars.

“
Matt
y, are you listening to me,” Dora
said.

“
Sorry, got
distracted, was thinking about
Grandpa and Dad.”

She stopped bouncing, her happy expression
gone in an instant. “We will avenge them.”

I smiled at her. “I love the
words you use
, chica.”

“
Stop speaking to me in
Spanish.”

“
Spanish, Italian, it’s
all Greek to me.”

She laughed.
“You always cheer
me up.”

I took a hold of her shoulders and
turned her around. “Well, this place will cheer you up even
more.”

She squealed. “I love
H20!
”

H20 was the hottest hetero
nightclub on the island, the long line of people waiting outside a
testament to its popularity. Plus, it was the most likely place the
Landi girls would go to on a Friday night. I’d heard that the three
sisters were nightclub junkies, which I didn’t blame them for,
because once you were inside those walls everything changed.
Catholic guilt was dropped off at the door, sin replacing it with a
fucking good time. Damn, just thinking about religion made me think
about what the
Padre
had done today. I almost felt like not going back to the
house, because it would be impossible to sleep knowing he could
slip into my room at any moment.

“
You’re off in la
la land again,”
Dora said.

“
I was thinking about the
Padre
. He was watching me sleeping, and
sprung a boner over me
.”

She screwed up her pretty face. “I loathe
that man, and you shouldn’t be in the same house as him. Come stay
with me.”

“
I can’t;
Christo’s back. I need to be
with him,” I said, wondering whether I should tell her about
Christo’s cancer. He’d told me more about it last night. I’d always
thought the man would get throat or lung cancer with the amount he
smoked, but it turned out he had stomach cancer instead.
Regardless, it didn’t matter what type of cancer it was since it
would still have the same outcome: death. Though, he did say there
was a ten percent chance he could survive, but he wasn’t holding
out much hope, since his last treatment hadn’t gone
well.
I just hoped his
second round of treatments worked better.

She smiled. “Yeah, Christo will put his
creepo twin in his place.”

I slung an arm around her.
“Let’s have some fun instead of talking about
el
creepo.”

“
Il
creepo,” she corrected me, laughing.
“Sheesh, you really like those Spaniards.”

“
Il
,
el
, it’s all Chinese to me.”

She laughed again as we
headed
towards the front of the line. People watched us, probably
thinking we were famous, because we were hot and they were
not.
I
grinned at them, but kept my mouth shut, remembering the last time
I had made a snide remark. A big oaf had tried to hit me when I
told him that only the pretty ones got to skip the line. Of course,
I kicked his ass instead, which led to the bouncer denying me
access to the club.
Though, I got the bouncer back for it after he’d finished
his shift. I totally landed him on his ass, telling him the next
time I wanted in, he’d let me or I’d have his
balls—literally.

I smiled at the bouncer standing in front
of H20’s entrance, happy that it was the same one. His face went
all ‘Oh, fuck’. “Hello, Matteo,” he said in a strained
voice.

“
Hola
,” I replied back.

“
What’s a
hola?
”

“
It means hello in Australian,”
I lied. I put an arm around Dora’s shoulders. “Say
hola
to my sister, she’s
Australian.”

“
Hola
,” the dumbass said.

Dora smiled at him, looking like she was
trying not to laugh.

“
Hey, don’t get fresh with her,”
I said, trying not to laugh too, “because if I catch you looking at
her ass, I’ll kick yours.”

“
I don’
t know what you mean by getting
fresh.”

“
Just don’t look at her
ass.”

“
I wouldn’t think of it,” he
said, undoing
the chain to let us into the club.

“
What? You don’t think she’s
hot?”

“
S
ì
, she’s hot, but I wouldn’t look at her
behind.”

I turned Dora around. “Oh, come on, she’s
got a nice ‘behind’. I kind of feel insulted you won’t
look.”

He glanced at it quickly, then
back at me. “
S
ì
,
signor
, she has a nice behind.”

“
I told you not to look at
it or I’d kick your ass.”

He went
white
, which
was pretty impressive, considering he was a dark fucker. “I’m
sorry,
signor
, so sorry, I do apologize.”

I patted his arm. “I’m just yanking your
chain.”

“
Yanking my what?”

“
I’m kidding;
you Italians have
no fucking sense of humor.”

“
I’m Turkish.”

“
So, that explains
why you’ve got that
whole nose thing going on.”

“
Nose thing?”

Dora elbowed me. “Stop being racist, and
move your ass inside; I want to dance.”

I pulled out some money
and handed it to
the bouncer. “Here’s some cash to go towards the nose
job.”

Laughing, Dora shoved me
through the doorway
, the little sprite surprisingly strong. We entered a
techno-colored world, the strobe lights loco, along with the DJ up
on the raised stage, the guy chopping and changing between songs.
We pushed through the hot and sweaty crowd. Dora yelped, no doubt
from someone pinching her cute little ass. I ignored it, because
there was no way I could find the culprit in this jammed packed
crowd of horny bastards and… I yelped as I got my own ass pinch,
the Italian men not the only ones who liked a fine piece of ass. I
looked behind me at a tall, skinny girl who resembled one of those
models from Britain. She had the whole Kate Moss thing going on. I
shook my head, basically telling her I wasn’t interested. She
started talking to me in Italian, the chick obviously not getting
the hint she made me soft, but I let her talk, because she had some
food stuck between her front teeth, and it amused me.