My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation (9 page)

I pulled Andriena free
and turned around
with her in my arms. I looked up the hill, knowing it was too late
for me to run, the Donatelli soldiers only seconds away. I glanced
over the car, seeing Bianca almost across the field, the woman
amazingly fast. Relieved she’d gotten away; I turned back to the
Donatelli soldiers as they surrounded me, all of their guns pointed
at my head.

6

Jagger

Even though I was relieved that
Bianca was gone
, I still wished her nothing but happiness. If anyone
deserved it, she did, especially after she’d risked her life for
me. I headed into the bathroom, wondering whether I should’ve left
with her. Not because I wanted her, but because I hated living in
this hellhole. Although it looked beautiful, it held nothing but
ugly memories. If anything, I wished I had been sent to the Santini
after my parents’ murder, instead of the D’Angelos. They were still
relatives, plus Auntie Concetta had told me she would’ve adopted me
if her husband hadn’t stood in the way. I knew why she wanted me as
a son: she’d been in love with my father. I’d spotted them kissing
once when I was ten. I’d kept it a secret from my mother, because
in all truth, I’d wanted my father to be with my auntie. She’d been
so nice to me, often sending me presents even when it wasn’t my
birthday. Of course, I wasn’t allowed to tell my mother, which I
had no problem with doing—since I hated her. My mother had been
nothing but cruel to me, showing me no love, only the strap of a
belt or the slap of her hand.

I got into the shower, knowing
my life would’ve been so much better if Don Santini had said yes.
Plus, I would’ve fitted right in with the Santini household,
because I could’ve easily passed off as a brother. I looked just
like Brando, the third oldest of my auntie’s sons. Pity he was the
only Santini brother I didn’t like. Unlike the others, he was an
absolute
stronzo
to me. But then again, it was probably because he thought I
liked Bella—his sister. He’d yelled at me that I couldn’t touch her
because she was my cousin. I hadn’t actually been hitting on her,
but he’d annoyed me, so I had retorted that she was only my second
cousin. The Santini twins had to yank him off me, the
stronzo
having been
viciously attacking me. He obviously had issues—or presumptions of
what I was like, which was hypocritical, considering I’d heard he
was a bigger prick with women, taking them whenever he wanted. I
had done it for a job, not for the fun of it—like him.

I
turned on the shower, my mind going
to his sister. I liked Bella, but only as a cousin. The woman was
sweet and easy to talk to. She’d rung me after the incident,
apologizing profusely. Unlike most women, she treated me like a
human being instead of a piece of flesh.
S
í
, it was probably because she was my cousin, but I
still liked it.

Noise came from my room, making
me wonder whether
Camila was back. I grabbed a towel and got out of the
shower, still not feeling right in the head. My eyes were blurring
every few minutes. I knew I should tell Frano, but he would
probably insist on having Honey check me over, and there was no way
I wanted that female near me.

I gave myself a quick dry, then wrapped
the towel around my hips and went into the bedroom, finding a glass
of juice and a plate of food on my bedside cabinet, the cook’s
assistant no doubt having gotten it for me. After Honey’s meltdown,
I’d instructed the cook’s assistant to serve me my food instead of
Honey.

I
gulped down the glass of juice, my
mouth drier than an old woman’s
figa
. I dug into the pasta next, unusually hungry. As
I ate, my mind went to what I’d said to Camila—about maiming her. I
wouldn’t have done it; I’d just wanted her to stop pushing me. She
was as sex-crazed as her uncle, just not in a sick way. I forced
her out of my mind, not wanting to think about any woman, let alone
a Donatelli.

I finished my food, then laid down on my
bed, feeling lethargic. I closed my eyes for a moment, opening them
at the creak of my bedroom door. Honey walked in, making me shoot
upright, angry that she refused to leave me alone. A sudden bout of
dizziness hit me, sending me crashing back down.

“
What
’s happening to me?” I said, my words
slurring.

Honey sat
down on the bed. “You’re fine,
I just gave you something to calm you down.” She smiled at me
sweetly, although it chilled me to the bone. “You really have been
working yourself up far too much lately. I overheard you yelling at
Bianca earlier today, someone who risked her life for you. I think
you’re purposely trying to push all of us away, because of what
happened to you.”

I went to yell out for help, but it came
out as a mumble.

Honey brushed
my hair back.
“Don’t be scared, I would never hurt you. I want you to get better.
And forget about Camila, she’s a bad woman. She’s just using you
like her uncle and Alberto did. I’m the only one who doesn’t use
you. I want to protect you from all those bad people, and I know
you want me to. After my fall down the stairs, I realized that you
never meant to hurt me. You were instead pushing me away because
you wanted to protect me.”

I stared at her, thinking she’d lost her
mind.

She
brushed my hair back again, stroking
me like an animal. “It’s like when you were training me. You did
horrible things to make me stronger, and I
am
stronger, all because of you. I didn’t
think I was until now, until you pushed me so hard that I realized
I could take anything you threw at me. And now I have to make you
strong as well, to get you better so we can be together.” Her eyes
lowered down my body, only the towel stopping me from being naked.
She removed it, then grabbed my sheet and covered me with it.
“Unlike Camila, I won’t take advantage of you. I want us to make
love when you’re better, but until then you need to rest.” She
dropped the towel on the floor, then pulled out a syringe from her
pocket. “What I put in your food isn’t strong enough, so I’ll give
you a little more. It will sting a bit, but don’t worry, you’ll
sleep well.”

I shook my head, not wanting anything.
Regardless, she still pushed the needle into my arm.

“
You really are strong,” she
said. “I thought the sedative I’d put in your breakfast would’ve
knocked you out.”

I
continued to stare at her, my fucked
up time with Camila now making sense. The crazy
troia
! I wanted to yell and scream at her,
but couldn’t move. Whatever she’d pumped into my arm had
immobilized me, leaving me completely vulnerable.

Closing my eyelids with her hand, she
kissed my forehead. “Sweet dreams, Jagger.”

Noise came from the
doorway
,
Camila’s voice following. I willed myself to call out to her, but
my mouth refused to work.

“
What the hell are you
doing
to
him?” Camila yelled at Honey.

“
I found him lying on the floor
when I brought in his dinner. Looks like he took some drugs
again.”

Footsteps approached the bed. “Will he be
all right?”

“
Yes, though he needs to stop
using.” The bed went up. “And I want to apologize for how I treated
you yesterday. I realize now you were just trying to help
me.”

“
Really?” Camila asked, sounding
surprised.

“
Of course,
and if Jagger wants you, I will
respect his decision, as long as you don’t mind me attending to
him. I’m a nurse first and foremost.”

“
Okay.”

“
Thank you, and I’m happy things
are cleared up.”

“
Bene
, and you can go now. I’ll look after
him.”

“
That’s probably not a good
idea. After all the drugs he took, I need to stay by his side—just
in case he has a bad reaction. I might need to give him an
antidote. Though, I’m sure he’ll be fine tomorrow. You can come
back then.”

“
Um...” Camila paused.
“Okay.”

The sound of footsteps
receded
,
then the door closed.

“
Well, that was easier than I
thought,” Honey said. “And by tomorrow, Camila won’t cause us any
more problems. She really should check her room before opening her
mouth to Rita. I was hiding under her bed, hoping to hear something
to use against her. And I did.” She laughed. “Apparently, Rita’s
going to escape, and when she’s gone, I’m going to tell Frano that
Camila set his girlfriend up. He’ll throw her to the Landi, and
you’ll be all mine once more.” She brushed her lips over my
forehead. “I love you, Jagger, and I will do
anything
to keep you.
Anything
.”

7

Rita

Bianca and the others
had left a few
hours ago, leaving the house quiet. I hadn’t seen Camila or Jagger
for a while, something I was happy about. If anything, I wished
they had left too, along with all the soldiers, so I could spend
what little time I had left with Frano. I didn’t want to leave him,
and I most certainly didn’t want to face the nightmare from my
past:
Christo Donatelli
.

My
focus moved to Frano. He was lying in
bed, reading a book, looking content. But he wouldn’t be content
tomorrow, after he’d found out I’d taken off. Life was so fucking
unfair. I’d finally gotten him back, then Christo was going to rip
me away from him. I gritted my teeth, knowing I had to outsmart
Christo—or die, because there was no way I was going to be kept
from Frano again.

But no matter what, I was going
to make
the
most of my last hours with the man I loved.

I walked around the bed
and slipped under
the bed covers. He didn’t stir, just kept on reading, his frown
telling me he was totally wrapped up in the story. I stared at his
lovely face, committing it to memory, never wanting to forget about
him ever again.

He turned
his head to look at me.
“What?”

“
Just drinking in your handsome
face.”

He grinned. “It
is
very handsome,
isn’t it?”

I laughed. “You are so
modest.”

“
Indeed.” He looked back at his
book.

I snatched it out of his hands.

“
Eh!”
He scowled at me. “Give it
back!”

I hid it under my ass. “Nope,” I said,
grinning at him.

He grabbed
me around the waist and yanked
me to him, slipping the book out from under me. He then threw it
across the room and pushed me onto my front. “You’re going to pay
for distracting me,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you
won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

I tried to turn around,
pretending to fight him,
but instead burst out laughing.

He
froze. “Why the hell are you laughing
at me?” he said, looking surprised.

“
What you said was
corny.”

“
No, it
wasn’t.”

I snorted out another
laugh.

“
Stop laughing at
me!”

More laughter broke
free
, his
annoyance cracking me up.

He pl
anted his arm across my shoulders,
holding me down hard. “Well, you won’t be laughing soon.” He
prodded my pussy with his cock, then thrust inside of me, making me
scream, Frano not having warmed me up. It hurt like fuck,
but
fuck
, it also felt great, exactly what I wanted.

He started plowing into
me,
replacing my laughter with groans. I pushed a hand
underneath my pussy, putting extra pressure on my clit as he
continued to fuck me. The phone started ringing. We both ignored
it, the need to come building up with each thrust of his cock and
prod of my fingers. He lay down on me, plastering my back with his
body, his face right next to mine. Slowing down his thrusts, he
sought my mouth. I turned my head to him, getting lost in his
kisses, time no longer a factor—Frano all consuming.

He stopped kissing me and placed his hands
on the headboard. He started fucking me hard again, banging the
headboard against the wall, the bed creaking along with it. I
pushed my ass back at him, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm. It
set him off, his cock exploding inside of me. He groaned; the sound
a deep rumble in his chest.

After several seconds, he
pulled out
and spun me onto my back. He lowered himself down my body,
using his fingers to get me off. I cried out, my man always knowing
how to bring me to completion.

The phone started
ringing
again. He grumbled something, then snatched it off the
bedside cabinet, snapping, “
Pronto!
” into it, obviously annoyed we’d been
interrupted. He went rigid. “What?” He pushed a hand through his
hair, his expression upset. “I’ll call Pedro now.” He hung up and
started dialing.