My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 Connections

by Marita A. Hansen

  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 Bianca 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, she 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.”

  “To 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 anyone 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

  MATTEO

  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, back 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.

  “Matty, 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 sa
me 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?”

  “Sì, 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. “Sì, 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.

  Dora pulled on my T-shirt, the little bitch being impatient. I waved at lettuce teeth, and followed Dora as she nudged people aside to get to the bar. A guy spun around and yelled at us, just itching for a fight. I held my hand up in peace, then when he had stopped yelling, I grabbed his neck and yanked him closer. “I’m a Donatelli, which means if you don’t buy me and my sister a drink consider yourself dead.” I released his neck, the guy looking terrified. Yeah, the Donatelli were rather infamous on the island. Everyone knew about us and our means of settling disagreements.

  He pulled money from his pocket and held it out for me to take. If anything, I found him hot, the guy brutish looking, but I didn’t think he would like me putting my hand down his pants since his lady friend was standing right behind him. Nah, fuck it, he couldn’t do shit to me. I grabbed his crotch, the guy’s eyes going wide. “Come near me again and this thing,” I squeezed his cock, “is mine.”

  I snatched the money out of his hand, then let go of his crotch, the guy gaping at me. The woman grabbed his arm and yanked on him.

  I flicked my tongue out at him. “Run before I fuck you.”

  The man turned and took off with his missus.

  “That was so mean, Matty,” Dora said.

  “Nah, I think he liked me; he got a boner.”

  “Seriously?”

  “No, he pissed himself.” I stuck my hand on Dora’s face. She squealed, and hit out at me. Laughing, I grabbed her wrists to stop her. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

  She yanked her wrists free. “You are such an asshole!”

  “I told you he didn’t piss himself. Would I do this if he had?” I licked my hand.

  Her face screwed up. “Yuck! You still touched his crotch.”

  “I would’ve licked his cock and balls too if he dropped his trousers—even his crack.” I wriggled my tongue at her.

  “You are so disgusting.”

  “Says cock breath.”

  She hit me again. “Mio Dio, you’re horrible.”

  “I’m still your favorite brother.”

  Her annoyed expression dropped away. “Only because I don’t know half of them,” she said, grinning.

  “Even if you did, I’d still be your favorite.” I placed an arm around her shoulder. “Now, let’s get some drinks.” I waved the money at the bartender, who instantly came over, Dora’s shrill whistle pulling him in even faster.

  The bartender leaned on the bar towards her. “Hello, Teo,” he said, smiling at her, the bastard sexy as fuck. Not brutish enough for me, but I’d still bend over for him any day. He reminded me of that FBI agent I killed. I had wanted to keep him, but my grandfather ordered the hit. What a waste.

  Dora leaned across the bar, giving the bartender a good tonguing.

  Screwing up my face, I tapped her shoulder. “Don’t scar me, chica.” I held out the money to the bartender. “Plus, I’m thirsty,” I said, giving him a wink. He smiled back at me, obviously not getting the pun.

  “Don’t flirt with him,” she said, smacking me, “and we don’t need to pay for drinks, Leo’s my gynecologist.”

  “But he’s a barten—” I cut myself off, realizing I’d spoken without thought. “Gross, don’t talk about your pussy in front of me. Now that’s disgusting.”

  Dora and Leo laughed.

  “Is he your boyfriend?” I asked.

  “No, a fuck buddy.”

  Leo nodded, looking extremely pleased over her words.

  I leaned close to her ear. “Will he mind if you hook up with one of the Landi soldiers?”

  “No, we fuck whoever we like. We only get together when we’re having a dry spell,” she winked at Leo, “or when I want some cut cock, because a girl can never find cut cock in this place.”

  “I’m circumcised,” I said.

  She pulled a face. “Don’t talk about your cock with me; that’s just wrong.”

  “Then don’t talk about your pussy in front of me.”

  “Deal.” She turned back to her fuck buddy, giving him our order, my sister knowing what I liked. He took off to mix our drinks, my eyes f
ollowing his ass.

  “Does he swing both ways,” I asked.

  “No! And don’t even think about asking him.”

  “You were never very good at sharing your toys.”

  “We didn’t grow up together, Matty, so how the hell would you know?”

  “But it sounded funny, and you’re still greedy for not sharing.”

  “No cock that touches you will ever come near my vagina.”

  “I told you not to mention your pussy, and once they’ve had my tight ass they won’t want your vajayjay.”

  “What the hell is a vajayjay?”

  “Something that’s looser than my ass, slut.”

  She slapped my arm. “You are such an asshole.”

  “That’s why all the tops want me.”

  “A top?”

  “It’s someone who likes to fuck.”

  “Like you.”

  “Nah, I liked to get fucked, so I’m a bottom.”

  She stared at me blankly.

  I formed a fist, then pushed my finger through the hole. “Pretend my fist is my bottom, while my finger is the top’s cock.”

  Her eyes widened. “Too much information!”

  I laughed. “You never fail to amuse me.”

  She smacked my arm again. “Shut up, and let’s get to work.”

  We turned around and leaned against the bar, scanning the nightclub floor. Multicolored strobe lights made patterns across the packed floor, which made it harder to spot the Landi sisters—if they were even here. Still, once we had finished our drinks, my sister and I would head out onto the dance floor and show off our moves. I knew it was risky to be out in public, but I wanted to attract the attention of a Landi girl quickly.

  The bartender returned with our drinks. Once we had finished them, we headed through the crowd and onto the dance floor. We started dancing to the techno music, our skills complimenting each other. People stopped to watch us, plus I looked sexy as fuck in my tight jeans and clingy T-shirt, which by the way was becoming see-through, because I was sweating like a bastard under the fluorescent lights. Regardless, it didn’t matter since it just made me look sexier, the ridges of my six-pack now showing through the damp material.

  We continued dancing for several minutes, then I grabbed Dora’s hand and pulled her through the crowded dance floor to the door that led to the fucking rooms. We leaned against the red wall, pretending to be resting. I looked at the bouncer who was guarding the door. “You see any of the Landi sisters tonight?”