My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 (2 page)

“
It is wrong! You raped
him!”

“
I didn’t rape him, I made
love to him.”

“
You’re fucki
ng delusional if you think
that.”

“
I am not!” Alberto screamed,
his face now purple with fury, his eyes blazing.

I shook my head, not
understanding how he could be so stupid.
“What you’re saying and doing is not
only despicable; it’s pathetic, stupid, beyond comprehension. You
say you love Jagger, yet you hand him over to the men who want him
dead, the same cruel sadists who are butchering him.” I pointed in
the direction of Jagger’s cell. “How can you allow that to happen
if you love him?”

“
He is not being butchered,
the
Padre
has given me his word, all he’s doing is making Jagger pay,
and rightly so for dismembering him.”

As if to disagree with Alberto,
a
yell came
from the next room, Jagger pleading for the
Padre
to stop. I looked over at the wall,
imagining the priest cutting Jagger one small slice at a time,
taking revenge for my cousin cutting his cock off. My heart fell as
Jagger’s voice changed in tone. It was eerily similar to how the
women sounded when they were being raped, the horror inherent in
their voices, the pleading that was always ignored.

I looked back at
Alberto.
“Jagger was telling the truth about the
Padre
all along,” I said, praying that
Alberto would say no, even though I knew it was true, Jagger’s
pleas telling me I had been an even bigger fool for believing the
priest over my cousin.

“
S
ì
,”
Alberto answered. “That’s why our father refused to hand him over
to the Donatelli. But they threatened to storm our house, so he
sent me in like a lamb to the slaughter to negotiate a deal to save
Jagger’s life.” Alberto’s expression darkened. “He didn’t say it in
so many words, but I know he was hoping I didn’t come back. But I
made a deal with them...” He stopped talking, guilt now playing
across his face.

“
What
deal?” I asked.

“
You don’t need to
know.”

“
I do! So tell
me!”

Alberto ran a hand over his face, then let
out a huge sigh as though his next words pained him. “I said once
our father stepped down as don, they could take Jagger as long as I
could have access to him whenever I wanted.”

“
You what?”

“
They knew Father wouldn’t last
much longer, which was why they agreed. But when you took over as
don I asked them to negotiate with you first before they took
action, but you stubbornly refused to hand Jagger over, which is
why all of this happened.”

“
So, this is my fault?” I ground
out
, even
more furious that this had been seven years in the making. At the
time of Jagger’s attack on the
Padre
, I had been in America, fucking my way through
college, and only discovered what had happened after I returned
home during a semester break. And it was Alberto who had led to me
to believe that Jagger was lying, which I’d fallen for, all because
I stupidly trusted my brother, and since my father never spoke of
the incident there was no need to question my brother’s word over
our flighty cousin’s, someone who had the habit of manipulating
people to get what he wanted.

Alberto’s lip twitched.
“
None of
this is your fault, it’s our father’s for treating me like scum. He
discovered I was gay when he found me fucking a servant boy in my
room.” His face twisted in anger and pain. “He murdered the servant
to keep my secret. So, when the
Padre
was found in Jagger’s bed with his severed
cock in his mouth, Father automatically assumed I knew something
about it, so he questioned me.” His eyes blazed. “I told him what I
saw the day I walked in on the priest raping Jagger. In return he
beat me for not protecting Jagger.” Alberto touched his nose. “He
broke my nose, wouldn’t stop hitting me, screaming I was
disgusting, repulsive, and a failure to the
famiglia.
”

“
Why didn’t you tell him about
the
Padre
sooner?”

“
Because I liked
seeing Jagger
getting fucked.” Alberto laughed, the sound a little manic. “No, I
loved it, I fucking loved seeing Jagger used like that, and I
imagined doing it myself, claiming him like the
Padre
had done.”

I went silent, absolutely horrified. I
imagined what the young Jagger would have felt, the horror and
terror. But it was Alberto’s next words that hit me the
hardest.

“
The
Padre
first took him a few months after Jagger
came to live with us. He told me about it, told me
everything.”

“
But Jagger
would’ve only been
twelve.”

“
Eleven.”

I bent over and clutched my stomach,
feeling like throwing up. Now I knew why Jagger’s eyes were often
glossy, and why he always looked so sad when I visited during my
semester breaks. I’d been in America during those years, getting a
business degree, while Alberto stayed at home working for our
father.

My brother’s feet appeared before me.
Alberto laid a hand on my back, an attempt to comfort me from his
horrifying words, but it just made me want to smash him over like
our father had done for not protecting Jagger, and for not killing
that sick fucking priest!

I shot up and punched
him
in the
face, making my brother stagger backwards. The Donatelli guard
yelled at me to stop, but I punched Alberto again, hitting him
square in the nose. Alberto didn’t even lift his hands, just took
each hit, because he knew he deserved it—and more.

A gun was thrust in front of my
face, the Donatelli guard yelling:
“Stop. NOW!”

I lowered my bloodied fist. “Shoot me, I
dare you,” I said, then moved my mouth over the gun’s barrel,
knowing the worthless piece of shit wouldn’t, the guard just a
puppet, his masters’ strings wrapped around his tiny balls, pulling
tight.

The
guard’s thumb twitched, as though he
wanted to pull the trigger, but he removed the gun from my
mouth.

I sneered at him. “Don’t make threats if
you can’t carry through with them,” I said, knowing damn well his
masters had far more in store for me, something much nastier than
getting my head blown off.

The guard glared at me. He
was
a
heavy-set bastard, his baldness and dark eyes telling me he wasn’t
a Donatelli, just a hired thug. Whether it was pale blue, a gray
cerulean or a dark
azure
, the Donatelli were a bunch of blue-eyed
devils.

“
If you take things
to
o far,”
the guard said, “you may not give me a choice but to shoot you,
don.”

“
If I was still a don you would
gun me down rather than hold me in here like a slave.”

“
Don’t tempt
me.”

“
Another empty threat,
you
cazzo di
merda
,” I
spat out, calling him a dick-faced piece of shit.

He raised his gun, looking like
he was going to hit me over the head with it
, but Alberto moved faster,
ramming him from the side. The guard fell, dropping his gun as he
hit the floor, which Alberto instantly scooped up before I could
grab it.

The Russian, who was
sitting by the
wall, mourning his dead brother, stopped praying and grabbed the
Donatelli guard, breaking the man’s neck before we could blink.
Sasha then pushed the dead guard off him and resumed
praying.

“
Fuck!” Alberto swore.
“You fucking idiot, Sasha, they will kill you now.”

Sasha continued praying, not looking as if
he cared.

Alberto turned to me. “If they
kill Sas
ha,
the Black Russian will descend upon us.”

I sneered. “You only thought of
that now?
And what about the other guards that were slaughtered? The
Black Russian only gave them to us on loan; he’ll eventually want
them back, and when he finds out they’re dead
we’re
dead.”

“
The Donatelli shot them, not
us.”

“
He won’t care who’s to blame if
Sasha dies. He will kill everyone involved.”

Alberto looked
back at the Black
Russian’s lover, his expression telling me he was at a loss for
what to do; then a perverse smile took shape, making my stomach
drop, my brother’s sick thoughts playing across his
face.

I raised a finger. “Don’t even think
about it.”

He looked at me. “Sasha is
stunning, and the guard,” he looked down at the dead man, “wasn’t
of Donatelli blood. Maybe it’ll appease the
Padre
if he has another plaything. It’ll
keep Sasha alive.”

“
It’ll
be kinder to shoot him!”

“
You gave no thought when you
sent Matteo to them
.
And by the way, he tastes as good as he looks.”

My eyes widened.

Alberto
smiled. “I couldn’t touch
Jagger, so the
Padre
offered Matteo as a solution.”

“
You’re sick!”

“
Just because I’m attracted
to
men
doesn’t make me sick.”

“
Raping them does.”

“
I didn’t rape
Matt
eo, he
loves my cock.” Alberto glanced at Rita. “And you’re one to speak,
considering the noises I heard coming from your room. You took her,
didn’t you? Fucked her without consent.”

My jaw clenched, my brother’s words true.
I was a sick bastard too, although she was the first woman I had
ever wanted to force. She made me go crazy, her words, her body,
her everything, I just wanted to fill her, to stay inside of her
until I came over and over again.

Alberto
smile
d,
knowing I was no better than him.

No, fuck him
!
“At least I don’t rape
famiglia!
” I shouted, furious he was judging me. “You fucked Jagger
and you fucked me over, so don’t you dare say I’m the same as
you.”

The smile fell
from Alberto’s smug
face. “I am doing this for the
famiglia.
I will make us strong once more; make us
bigger than the Donatelli.”

“
No, you’ll ruin us, and you’re
only doing it for your filthy cock. So, don’t give me this
trumped-up bullshit.”

“
I am not! And I will prove you
wrong, then once we are a strong
famiglia
again I will gladly hand things back to
you, because I don’t want to be a leader, I want to be
happy.”

“
And what is happiness to
you?”

“
To be able to be with Jagger as
I have always desired.”

“
You
won’t get that with the
Padre
in the
picture.”

“
I will, the
Padre
understands me,
and
he’s willing to share.”

“
You won’t want to share
someone
you
love, like Jagger didn’t want to share Sophia with me.”

“
Yet you still took her
from him.”

“
She came to me.”

“
You could’ve refused her, and
you knew what it would do to Jagger. It
broke him that much more.”

“
And you raping him is any
better?!” I yelled. “He doesn’t like men, and especially not
you.”

“
I can change
him.”

“
You can’t alter sexual
preferences.”

“
I believe I can. The
Padre
is a cruel man, and
because of it, I will make sure I only show Jagger kindness.
Eventually I will have him turning to me for comfort.”

“
You’re going to work on him
like he does with his slaves?”

“
S
ì
. He
will be begging for my love within a month as the women beg for
his.” Alberto’s gaze moved to Sasha. “When they come for him, don’t
fight the guards, Frano. And if you cause trouble be warned that
the
Padre
finds you attractive. I have managed to curtail his lust,
said the deal I have with him will be void if he touches you, but I
wouldn’t risk pushing him: He’s evil.”

Alberto left the room, locking me and the
others in. I turned to Sasha. “The Donatelli will be coming for
you. Are you willing to live by their sickness or die by my or
Federico’s hands.”

The Russian
looked up at me, his pale grey
eyes a wash of pain. He was hunched over, with his arms wrapped
around his legs and his hands clasped together in prayer. “I will
live to avenge Yuri,” he said, referring to his younger brother,
who the Donatelli had shot in cold blood.