My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 14 (8 page)

She shook her head.
“No, you don’t; you
shouldn’t even be here. This is my fight.”

“
It’s mine too.”

“
Fuck, you two make me sick,”
Christo said. “No wonder I threw the
troia
away. She acts tough, but strike her man
and she breaks down.
Weak
.”

“
I’ll show you weak if you
untie me, you motherfucker!” she screamed.

“
I’m bored with you
already.”
He
looked over at the Rossos. “Don, do you want your piece of
flesh?”

“
My son will take the
strikes for me, he has a stronger hand.”

Christo’s eyes moved to Guido. “Give him a
few more lashes, then we’ll move onto something else.”

Rita started screaming at Guido, promising
him death if he touched me again. Regardless, the whip licked my
back. More strikes followed before Christo gave the order to stop.
Ignoring him, Guido continued carving up my back, also carving away
at my consciousness. I heard Christo yell at him, then everything
went black.

6

RITA

Oh God, Frano
looked dead. His
body was just hanging there. Blood was dripping off him, pooling on
the ground. The Rosso monster had whipped him continuously. I could
still hear his shouts of pain in my head, his yells ripping into my
soul, causing me to cry out louder than him.

Looking angry,
Christo grabbed the
whip out of Guido’s hand. “Now we have to wait until he wakes, you
fool.”

“
He will, if I whip him more,”
Guido snapped.

“
He’s out cold! If
y
ou truly
want to punish him, fuck his woman in front of him.”

He grimaced. “I’m not a
rapist.”

“
Think of something else, then.”
He turned to the muscular soldier, barking out, “Fill up a bucket.
Hopefully, some cold water will wake him.”

The soldier disappeared outside. A few
minutes later, he returned with the bucket, holding it out for
Christo to take.

“
No,” Christo said
stepping back, “give it to Guido.”

Guido
took it and walked around Frano,
stopping in front of him. Gripping onto the rope I was tied to, I
lifted myself up and kicked him in the back, causing him to drop
the bucket. He spun around and struck me across the face with the
back of his hand, his expression vicious. I spat blood at his nice
white shirt. He pulled his fist back.

Christo shouted,
“Don’t!”

Guido
spun around, turning his anger on
Christo. “Why not?! The
troia
is begging for it.”

“
She’s begging to get knocked
out. You do that and she can’t watch Frano get tortured. She knows
I want her to watch. You’ll end up dragging this out for days, and
I don’t have the time or patience for that.”

I cut in,
“He’s only saying that because
he thinks you’re too much of a pussy to punch me. Maybe he should
give you to the Black Russian instead of Jagger. I bet you’d bend
over for the Ruskie’s fat cock since your man cunt is so loose from
Christo fucking it.”

Christo shoved Guido back as he
went
for me.
“Ignore her! She’s goading you, and you’re falling for
it.”

“
Then maybe I should show her
how fat my cock is,” Guido snapped, unzipping his pants. “I want to
see how loose her cunt is.”

“
Guido!
” the Rosso Don yelled, pushing to
his feet. “You will not defile a woman, no matter what she says.
This is not you. Don’t stoop to the Donatelli way of
thinking.”

Christo grimaced, but didn’t
say a word, although I knew he w
as angry at the Don’s remark.

“
He just insulted you,” I said.
“Are you just going to stand there and take it? Or are you
his
schiavo
instead of a master?”

“
I already know what people
think of my
famiglia
,” Christo said, “so there’s no use in trying to bait
me,
schiava.
And I
am
a
rapist, so be careful what you say, because I might do what Guido
can’t.”

“
Bull-fucking-shit. You can’t
get it up—
like last night. That’s why you yelled when you were behind
me. That’s also why you took off so fast. You can’t get hard
anymore because you’re dying. I just wish you’d die faster.” I
turned my attention to the Rosso Don. “By the way, Christo’s
playing you. I heard what he did to the Landi sisters and how he
set up your family to take the fall.”

Don Rosso’s gaze moved to
Christo.

“
She’s lying,” Christo said,
before he could speak.
“You know that wasn’t my fault. I warned you that
the Landi were coming for you.”

“
Then why didn’t you kill the
oldest daughter? She identified my
famiglia
.”

“
Have you seen the
girl?”

“
No.”

“
And do you want to know
why you haven’t seen her?”

“
She’s in the Landi
compound, being watched over.”

“
No,
because she’s dead. I slit her throat
like her sisters. The Landi are lying so they can use any excuse to
attack your
famiglia
.”

“
We were their allies, why
would they have done that to us?”

“
You weren’t their allies, you
just pretended to be.”

“
They didn’t know
that.”

“
Of course they did. I’ve
already told you they have
spies in every fucking house. They found out you
were playing for both sides. It had nothing to do with me. My
source discovered this.”

“
He’s lying, Don Rosso,” I cut
in. “See how he clenches his hands every time he bullshits
you.”

“
I’m not clenching them
because I’m lying,” Christo snapped. “I’m clenching them because
I’m angry he’s questioning me.”

“
You’re angry now yet
you’ve stopped clenching them.”

“
Stai zitta
!” he yelled, telling me to
shut up. “I’m sick of listening to your garbage.”

“
Well, I’m sick of looking at
someone who should be thrown out with the garbage.”

“
What is wrong with you? I’m
your master. I have the power to hurt you.”

“
Regardless of what you do,
you’re still not my master, because I will
never
give into you. And even if you have me
lying through my teeth to save Frano, I would be seething inside,
plotting your death. And I hope the Black Russian cuts your
brother’s cock off and sticks it up his evil ass!”

The strike came, knocking me
out.

***

I woke up to throbbing pain. My face hurt
the most, then my arms started trying to compete, the rope
stretching them to the breaking point. It felt like they were
trying to escape from their sockets. Willing myself to ignore the
pain, I gritted my teeth and looked around the barn, needing to
know where everyone was. It was empty, except for me and Frano. My
eyes went to him. His chin was resting on his chest, while his
muscular body was hanging from the rope. I willed all thought that
he could be dead out of my mind, knowing I had to work fast to get
free. I uncurled my right hand, relieved to find the blade still
stuck to my palm. I was grateful I’d used strong tape. Its brownish
color also made it look like a Band Aid, which was probably why
they hadn’t noticed it, plus I had my hand curled most of the time
so they wouldn’t see it. I also didn’t want to drop the blade,
since it was my only means of escape.

Using
my left pinkie finger, I pushed at
the tape, loosening it. Being careful not to drop the small blade,
I inched it up my right palm, grabbing it between my thumb and two
of my fingers. I wrapped my left hand around my right one to give
it extra support, then started slicing the rope holding my arms up,
the tape hindering my progress. My heart started pounding faster at
the sound of laughter outside. I kept my eyes on the door, praying
to God to keep them out of the barn.

After
several minutes, the rope finally
snapped, releasing me from it. I transferred the blade to my mouth
and started sawing at the rope around my wrists, the process even
slower. Not only was the tape hindering my progress, the blade was
small and now blunt. Regardless, after what felt like forever, the
rope finally fell away. Without wasting any more time, I went to
cut Frano down, even though I knew I shouldn’t. There was no way I
could get the both of us out without being noticed, but I couldn’t
make myself leave him.

I peeled the tape off the blade and
started hacking at his rope. The voices outside grew louder, making
me backtrack. Knowing I was running out of time, I quickly picked
up my slashed restraints off the ground and threw them under the
tractor, then grabbed the hanging rope. I wrapped it around my
wrists, making it look like I was still hanging there. I dropped my
head, pretending to be unconscious, hoping they didn’t notice I was
on my tiptoes. Less than a minute later, water splashed against me,
making me yell out. I lifted my head, barely stopping from letting
go of the rope, the water freezing. I blinked my eyes, seeing
Christo grinning at me.

“
Time for some fun,” he said,
his pale blue eyes twinkling.

Guido threw a bucket
of water at Frano’s
back. Frano jerked into consciousness, his gasp loud.

Christo’s grin widened.
“Guido drove all
the way to the beach to get some salt water for Frano. I can only
imagine how much that would sting with his wounds.”

I forced my eyes away from Frano, who
looked in agony. I started assessing our capturers’ weapons.
Christo had a holstered gun and a knife in his belt, while Guido,
his father, and the muscular soldier all had a gun each.

“
What are you looking at?”
Christo asked.

I moved my gaze back to him. “Your
weapons. I’m assessing how to take you all out.”

He burst out laughing along with the other
bastards.

Christo turned to
Frano
. “Your
woman has a good sense of humor, though I wonder whether she’ll
still be making wisecracks after Guido’s finished with
her.”

Guido walked around Frano with a smile,
heading behind me. I heard his zipper go down. Both his father and
Frano hollered at him to stop, Frano the loudest. He was also
yanking on his rope like a crazy man, his face panicked. My eyes
went to it, the cut I made noticeable. He continued to yank on it,
making me think it would snap.

“
I thought you wanted
Frano to suffer?”
Guido said to his father.

“
I already told
you
, not
like this,” Don Rosso replied. “Again, we are Rossos, not
Donatelli. Think,
figlio
, use something else to punish Frano with.”

“
He hurt
Angelica, so we should hurt a
female he loves.”

“
She’s already hurt enough,
and
I don’t
like what’s being done to the woman. This is about Frano, not her.
Break his fingers, cut his cock off, do whatever needs to be done
to him, but leave the woman out of this. I’m sick of women being
hurt because of us men. And if you dare rape her, you’re no heir of
mine.”

Guido placed a hand on my
shoulder. “Looks like my father just saved your
culo
,
troia
, but his suggestion about Frano’s cock,” he
laughed, “that’s a damn good idea. I think it would look good in
his mouth—or maybe yours.” He walked around me, heading for Frano.
Christo removed the knife from his belt and held it out for Guido
to take.

Frano started going
ballistic, yelling,
“No!”

Knowing
I had no choice now, I let go
of my rope and went for Guido, whipping his gun out of his holster
before anyone could react. I placed it to his back. “Drop the knife
or you’re dead!” I yelled.

He dropped it and raised his hands. My
gaze moved to Christo, who looked shocked. Then his hand went for
his gun.

“
Don’t!” I yelled. “Or he’s
dead!”

“
You pull that trigger and
you won’t have a hostage.” He cocked his head to the side. “By the
way, look at his father.”

I turned to see Don Rosso
aiming his gun at me. My eyes shot back to Christo as he pulled out
his gun. He placed it to Frano’s head. “Checkmate. So, drop your
weapon,
schiava
.”

“
No
, stalemate.” My eyes went to the
Rosso Don. “Is vengeance worth more than your son’s life? Because
right now I’m thinking about killing him.”

“
You’
ll die if you do that,” he
replied.

“
I’d rather die than watch you
mutilate Frano. So, here’s a better option: you let Frano go, and
after he’s gone you can do whatever the fuck you like to me,
because I don’t give a shit anymore.”