My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 "Confrontation" (5 page)

“Then don’t provoke me when he’s
here.”

“I kept my voice down, plus it’s
not my fault your name is Fucktard. You should’ve told your mother to call you
something else.”

“You’re a disrespectful boy who
deserves to be punished.”

“I
am
being punished; I have
to look at your ugly face without planting my fist in it.”

“I’m
not
ugly, unlike the
brutes you like.”

“I think Alessandro’s attractive,
and you said so too, so I know what’s hot and what’s not.” He grinned. “Guess
which category you fall into?”

“The good one, otherwise Thierry
wouldn’t say he loves me.”

Matteo shook his head. “That kid really
deserves an Oscar.”

“He is
not
acting around
me,” I hissed. “He truly loves me. His body shows it when I touch him. He
doesn’t recoil like you do.”

“Because he’s a whore.”

“He is no such thing, and you’ll
stop treating him as one. He told me you touch him when you walk by. That will
stop immediately.”

“Why? He
loves
it. Yesterday,
when I ran my hand over his small cock he moaned—in
ecstasy
.”

“Liar!”

Lucan jolted.

“You’re still raising your voice,”
Matteo said, shaking his head as though I was a naughty child. “So, I will
punish you with sweet, sweet information. Did you know that Thierry was brought
up in a whorehouse, where men paid for his services?”

“You’re lying.”

“No, he’s not,” Satan cut in. “He’s
speaking the truth. Go on ... ask Thierry, or even Saint Michael. He cannot lie
like the boy does.”

I gritted my teeth. “Get out of my
head.”

“Not in it,” Matteo replied, then
realization crossed his eyes. “Oh, are you talking to your buddy the Devil?
Well, tell him he’s a cunt for not replying to my messages. And to think I
offered him my soul to have you brutally butchered.”

I tensed, wishing I could slap the
smirk off his smug face.

“Oh, I almost forgot to pay Thierry
for the blowjob he gave me earlier.” Letting go of Lucan, Matteo reached into
his pocket and pulled out some money, holding it out for me to take. “Tell him
he did a fantastic job, and that I wouldn’t mind going for another round in an
hour.” He leaned over the couch, waving the money at me. “Go on, take it. I’ve
popped in a little extra since he swallowed.”

“Stop lying!” I yelled, ignoring
the handicapped man’s cry.

“Why would I lie?” Matteo batted
his eyelashes.

“Because you hate me.”

“Really? I didn’t know that, thanks
for telling me,” he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. He threw the money on the
floor. “And one more thing; when Thierry sucks your cock next, just think about
all the cocks he’s had in that lovely mouth of his.” Matteo started laughing.
“Hey, maybe that’s why you were scratching like crazy yesterday. He gave you an
STD.”

I stormed towards him, beyond
furious. Matteo leapt off the couch and went into an attack stance, the glare
on his face telling me he wanted to rip me to shreds. Lucan pushed out of his
seat and ran for Christo’s room, screaming for my brother. Ignoring him, I moved
around the couch, having had enough of Matteo. I no longer cared about my
promise not to touch him, because no one spoke to me like that and got away
with it.

“You will pray for my forgiveness
once I’m done with you, demon,” I said.

“No, you will pay for raping me.”

Knowing I needed to act fast, I
rushed at him. He whipped his leg around, kicking me in the side of the head. Yelling
out, I stumbled to my right. A different kick connected with my stomach, sending
me crashing into an armchair. Winded, I raised my hands to defend myself,
Matteo looking like he was going in for the kill.

A blurred figure bashed into him,
knocking him to the floor. Matteo yelled out as my brother landed on top of
him. Looking in pain, Christo pushed to his feet, his health growing worse by
the day. “I told you not to touch my brother!” he yelled at Matteo.

Matteo jumped up, his anger now
directed at Christo. “He attacked me first!”

Christo’s eyes shot to me. “Is this
true?”

“He attacked me with words,” I
said, wrapping my arms around my sore stomach.

“I don’t care what he says. If you threw
the first punch then it’s your fault. So, stay away from him or I’ll be the one
attacking you!” Christo spun around and stormed back into his room, slamming
the door shut.

My gaze moved to Matteo. He was
grinning at me, as though he’d won a battle. I pushed to my feet and ran a hand
over my crotch, wanting to beat him at his own game. “Your ass was
so
tight.”

His smile dropped. He took a
threatening step forward, looking primed to kill.

I lifted my chin. “Attack me, demon,
and Christo will punish you far worse than the few angry words he gave me.”

Matteo clenched and unclenched his
hands, giving me the impression he was contemplating risking it.

I continued, “Though, I do regret one
thing about taking you.”

“What? ” he snapped.

Even though I was in pain, I smiled.
“I really should’ve worn a condom. Maybe that’s why I was scratching.
You
gave
me an STD instead of Thierry.”

“I did not!”

“Does that mean you’re disease
free?”

“Yes! Unlike
you.
”

“No, I’m pure. So, how about you
pull down your pants and bend over for me.”

Looking disgusted, he stepped back.
“You’re a pervert who only thinks about sex.”

“Wrong. I think about love, and
right now, I wouldn’t mind filling you with some. I never got to come inside of
you the other day, since my brother so rudely interrupted me.”

“You’re taunting me so I hit you
first.”

“As you taunted me. So, unless you drop
your pants, leave me in peace. I don’t feel like playing your childish games.”

“No, I was here first, so
you
leave.”
He walked over to the couch and sat down.

“You really are a child.” I headed
past him, bypassing my bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Matteo
asked.

I placed my hand on Alessandro’s
door handle. “I might get a taste of what you desire.”

“Alessandro’s not your type.”

“He’s attractive.”

“And covered in tattoos.”

“Then I’ll look at his face—or his
muscular
culo
as I fill it with love.”

Matteo pushed off the couch, stopping
a few meters away from me. “You’re not allowed to touch him; he’s to go back to
the Santini unharmed.”

“Why do you care what I do with
him?”

“Because I like him, and I don’t
want you ruining my fantasy. He’s born to fuck, not to be fucked.”

“What difference does it make, he’s
not your type; he’s far too handsome.”

“His body and cock are my type, so leave
him alone.”

“Okay. I’ll just look at him, then.”
I turned the handle, but something was stopping me from entering. I pushed at
the door, making a chair fall away from it. Stepping inside, I looked over at
the bed, finding Alessandro tied to it. Despite my noisy entrance, he continued
to sleep. The Santini spawn was naked, save for a sheet covering his lower half.
He was an impressive sight, only his evil tattoos ruining the picture. My eyes
rose to his face. He wasn’t beautiful like his brother Brando, but he was still
extremely attractive, his face having a majestic quality to it—impressive and
very manly.

Matteo followed me in. I shifted
away from him, not wanting the demon at my back. My eyes moved to my niece, who
was slumped in a chair by Alessandro’s side, fast asleep.

Matteo walked over to the bed and
lifted up the sheet, peering underneath it. “Man, he’s got one impressive cock.
I’d give my left nut to suck on it.” With a wide grin, he looked over at me.
“How about you give him your cock? It’s about time you parted ways with it.”

“Your humor is vile, and you’re
being hypocritical.”

“About what?”

“You criticize me constantly about
being a rapist, yet you’re the one abusing Alessandro.”

“I’m not touching him.”

“You’re looking at his body as I
looked at yours the other day.”

He dropped the sheet. “I knew you
were perving at me!”

“Of course I was. You have a
beautiful body, pity about your evil personality.” I moved around to Andriena’s
side and lifted up the sheet, looking down at Alessandro’s cock. “He does have an
impressive
cazzo
, and that ring in it makes it look even more enticing.”
I reached out to touch it. Something hit my leg, making me pull back. I looked
down at my thigh, shocked to see a knife sticking out of it. I’d been stabbed?
But it had felt like a punch.

My eyes shot to my niece as she removed
the knife from my leg, her normally soft face now vicious. Matteo started
laughing, telling her to stab me again.

I took a step back, finally feeling
the pain, although I was too stunned to take it all in. My niece stood up and raised
the knife, looking like a snake ready to strike. I backed up fast, my leg
giving out on me. Crumbling to the floor, I yelled out for my brother, panicked
as my niece drew closer. I yelled out again, shouting for help.

Thierry shot into the room, followed
by Christo. My brother shouted at Andriena to drop the knife as Thierry launched
himself over me, the boy protecting me from my niece. For a second I didn’t
feel the pain, shocked that he would risk his life for me.

“Drop the knife!” Christo shouted
again, pointing his gun at her.

“No one touches my Alessandro!”
Andriena yelled back.

“Do it now! Or I’ll shoot you.”

A thud sounded, the knife hitting
the floor. Thierry was yanked away from me. Christo’s face appeared over mine,
his eyes filled with worry. He lifted up my garb, then placed the material
against it again, putting pressure on my wound. He started snapping off orders
to Thierry, instructing him to get a soldier called Paolo. I knew the knife
wound was serious, but I didn’t care, because now I knew without a doubt that
Thierry loved me. He’d risked his life for me, showing me through his actions
what Satan couldn’t deny. Satan remained silent, making me smile.

I closed my eyes, knowing if I survived this no one
was going to take Thierry away from me.

Not
God

Or Satan

Matteo

Or Gabriel

Because
the boy was mine

And
I would kill to keep him.

4

RITA

Careful not to wake Frano, I eased
out of bed, wishing it wasn’t so dark, so I could see him one last time. No, it
wouldn’t be the last time, because I was going to return to him—
no matter
what.
Christo wasn’t going to destroy my life again. Instead, I was going
to destroy his, and in the most painful way possible.

I dressed quickly and grabbed my stashed
weapons, wary of waking Frano. A minute later, I was heading down the
passageway, leaving behind my sleeping prince, Frano not even stirring. I
stopped partway down the staircase, noticing a dark figure below. It was the
scarred soldier, who always stood guard there.

I resumed my descent down the
staircase, stopping a few feet from him, his question locking me in place.

“What are you doing?” he asked. His
voice was raspy—and full of menace. But he didn’t scare me. He could be ten
feet tall and I would still take him down, especially if he tried to stop me
from saving my brother.

“Answer me,” he said. “What are you
doing?”

“Going to the gym,” I replied.

“At...” he pressed his watch,
illuminating it, “...one a.m. in the morning?”

“Not to work out, to sleep. Frano
snores,” I lied. “There’s a spare bed in the gym.”

“I didn’t hear any snoring.”

“That’s because you’re downstairs.”

“It doesn’t matter, return to his
room.”

“No, I’ve been given permission to
roam the house freely, so you can’t stop me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, and you know it.”

“You’re a rude woman.”

“No, I’m not, I was stating a
fact.”

“Blunt then, like all you
Americans.”

“I’m Italian.”

He sniffed. “Then I’m African.”

“I
am
Italian. I’m a Salvi,”
I said, not knowing why I had to prove my nationality.

“Then why don’t you have an Italian
accent?”

“I was basically brainwashed by the
FBI.”

“Or the Black Russian. He can
eliminate an accent. If I was a betting man, I’d say you were trained by him.”