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  MY MASTERS’ NIGHTMARE

  SEASON 1

  EPISODE 4

  “POISONED”

  Marita A. Hansen

  Like a television series, My Masters’ Nightmare is broken up into seasons and episodes. A new episode will be published approximately every 3 weeks until a season has ended. There will be fifteen episodes per season.

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  1 Alberto

  2 Bianca

  3 Alberto

  4 Bianca

  About the Author and Links

  Other Books By Marita A. Hansen

  Copyright

  My Masters’ Nightmare

  Season 1, Episode 4

  “Poisoned”

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  Copyright 2013 © Marita A. Hansen

  Edited by John Hudspith

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  All characters, names, places, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, or real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  In Episode 3 “Betrayed”

  Frano discovered how Alberto had conspired with the Donatelli to take over his household and to kidnap Jagger. After being thrown into a cell with Rita, who he now knows is an FBI agent, he is forced into sexual situations he does not want.

  Rita takes revenge on Frano, but after he is injured by the Donatelli, she sides with him, though she soon learns that he isn’t the only one who has been betrayed. She discovers that Matt, her husband, is in fact the grandson of the Donatelli don and an FBI infiltrator, someone who had been using her.

  After Rita and Frano are knocked unconscious, they are separated, both waking up days later in different places. Frano does not remember what has happened, his amnesia allowing Alberto to continue his deception, while Rita finds herself in a brothel, remembering everything. Jagger is brought to her, his injuries showing he has been used and abused by the Padre and Alberto. When Bianca, Alberto’s wife, visits, he manipulates her into poisoning Alberto.

  Episode 4 “Poisoned” begins...

  1

  Alberto

  Frano was resisting, but I knew he would, that was just who he was. My brother didn’t know how to relinquish control, and no matter what the situation was he would still demand things—even if he had a gun to his head, the bandage around his head proof of that. I steered him toward the main staircase as he tried to veer off in the direction of his office.

  He yanked his arm free from my hand. “I have work to do.”

  “I will take care of it,” I said, “and if I had just woken from a coma, I would be lying back and resting, not being a thick-headed mule still trying to work.”

  He glared at me. I could see he wanted to shout in response, but for once he was keeping his voice down, my brother obviously in pain. I was furious with the Donatelli for hurting him, which they would pay for, but I was even more furious with the FBI bitch, what she had done to my brother sickening. Matteo had shown me the video from the cell where Frano and the bitch had been held. She’d knocked him out, then tied him to the bed and raped him with her fingers as well as biting his nipples, taking joy in hurting my brother. The hypocrite had yelled and screamed at Frano for raping her, then had done it back to him, denying it was the same. But the camera had shown her lies, because the lust on her face was unmistakable. Maybe I couldn’t judge her after all the things I had done, still did, but unlike her I was brought up with this life, seen people taken and killed before my eyes from a young age, told it was their lot in life, but this bitch hadn’t. She was FBI, someone who was supposed to prevent unspeakable crimes, not commit them. Although, I was starting to wonder whether this talk of her being a Salvi was true, because no normal female would act like her.

  Frano muttered something I didn’t catch, probably curse words knowing him. He turned and took to the staircase. I followed him, making sure he wasn’t playing me for a fool, waiting until I turned my back before taking off to his office. I’d managed to iron out some business matters while he’d been in a coma, as well as transferring the leadership into my hands without him knowing. I also needed to contact the Black Russian, but not just yet, because I had to arrange a few things first, so that the Donatelli would take the full brunt of the Russian’s anger when he discovered what had happened to his guards.

  Frano headed into his room and started stripping off the pajamas my wife had bought him for his thirty-first birthday. I averted my eyes, not comfortable with seeing my brother naked, like all those years ago when he’d stripped off to take a skinny dip in the lake. I was twelve at the time and mortified that I had grown hard at the sight of him diving into the water. Ashamed of my thoughts, I had pushed my feelings down the best I could, because there were lines that even I didn’t dare cross, brotherhood being one of them.

  Frano muttered something, making me look up. He was lying under the covers, telling me to go away. I smiled at his brusque tone, finding it amusing, plus I was happy he was finally listening to me.

  I let myself out of his room and quickly headed for Jagger’s cells, needing to talk to the slave called Honey. The blue-eyed guard opened the door for me, the Donatelli’s eyes and ears everywhere.

  “Shut the door behind me,” I said to him, not wanting the guard to hear my conversation with Honey.

  He did as he was told, the man looking bored. I headed for the slave, who let out a high-pitched scream. Honey leapt off the bed and darted into the bathroom, slamming the door shut, which was pointless considering it didn’t have a lock. She probably thought I was going to rape her again, but I didn’t need to prove anything so she was safe in that respect. My monster of a father was gone, Frano couldn’t do a thing, while the Donatelli didn’t hold the same prejudices as my famiglia. Being gay to them wasn’t a weakness; it wasn’t even something to be considered, it was just a part of life. To them, preferring cock over pussy, or the other way round, was no different from liking redheads more than brunettes or picking raven-haired beauties—like Jagger, over blondes such as Honey.

  I put a shoulder to the bathroom door and shoved it open, the blonde slave screaming again as she was shunted back. I grabbed her by the shoulders, slamming her hard against the wall. She grunted, then cried out for Jagger. I slapped her hard across the face, stopping her from calling for him again, even though it wouldn’t have done her any good, since he was still being held at the House of Whores, something I would change as soon as I could.

  The slave’s honey-colored cheek reddened, Jagger rather unoriginal with naming her. She was a beautiful woman, reminding me of a young Anita Ekberg, no, that actress was rippling with raw sexuality, whereas Honey was sweet and innocent-looking, more of a Norma Jean before she became Marilyn Monroe. Her blonde hair was wavy and long—luscious like her curvy figure, while her eyes were bright blue, the all-American sweetie-pie. But it was wasted on me. Instead, I wanted to be holding Jagger’s neck, feeling his strength and muscles tense beneath my grip while I looked into his golden-brown eyes. I also wanted to press my body up aga
inst his muscled but slim physique, feeling his cock touching mine. Just thinking about Jagger got me hard, making me wonder whether I could fuck this bitch if I turned her around. I could close my eyes and pretend she was Jagger like I normally did when I fucked anyone but him. No. I didn’t want to, because her ass didn’t fit me like Jagger’s. His ass was so fucking tight and muscled, almost breaking my cock in two when I fucked him, the squeeze pure heaven. I groaned, imagining it, which only made the bitch start shaking.

  “I’m not going to rape you,” I said. I could see she didn’t believe me, probably because I was hard, or maybe because I’d already raped her a few times. “I don’t find you attractive, male ass my preference, so believe me when I say I won’t ever fuck you again. Instead, I have something else in mind for you.”

  Worry colored her eyes. “What?”

  “I want you to seduce my brother.”

  She blinked at me as though she didn’t understand my words.

  “I want you to make Frano fall in love with you,” I said, making myself clearer. I wanted my brother to end up with someone I could control, and not only that, I wanted him to find a nice woman unlike the ball-busters he normally went for, the same ones who always hurt him, those bitches that made him hard for nasty cunt. Which meant that Honey would have to act like a bitch at the beginning to attract Frano’s attention, otherwise he wouldn’t rise to the bait no matter how beautiful she was. And after he fell for her, then she would treat him well, like he deserved.

  “I don’t want your brother,” Honey said, “I love Jagger.” She cried out as I slapped her, because there was no way in hell she was ever touching Jagger again.

  “Jagger isn’t made for women,” I snarled, “he’s made for my cock.”

  Honey stared at me in shock, her hand trembling on her cheek. The pathetic bitch didn’t deserve Jagger. Unlike her, he fought back, never stopping even though it hurt him more. I respected that, not this trembling shit this bitch was doing.

  I leaned my face closer to hers. “He is no longer your master, he’s my slave. I own him and you will never touch what is mine again.”

  “No! He loves me!” She flinched, her hands instantly moving to her cheeks as if I was going to slap her again.

  I grabbed her hands and yanked them down, taking great satisfaction in correcting her. “He never loved you, he was playing you, you stupid cunt. Everything he said to you was lies, just a means to manipulate you into doing what he wanted. And now it’s my turn to manipulate his pretty soul, making him love me as I love him.”

  “He will never love you!”

  I let go of her hands and grabbed her neck. “He will!”

  Honey started sobbing, making me wonder whether she was up to the job of seducing Frano, because he hated weak bitches. But I could only work with what resources I had, especially since the Donatelli had cleaned out all of Mario’s slave cells, leaving me with nothing, other than returning Honey when I had asked for one slave back. They had intercepted Honey on the way to the airport, the real reason why she wasn’t in Spain, which had caused me a great deal of stress trying to calm the Spanish client down, who’d already paid for her. Luckily I had bought some time by offering him three slaves in return for Honey, which I would get once I took over the Donatelli household.

  “My brother is a fine piece of ass, not someone to cry over,” I said to the stupid slave, who wouldn’t have gotten anyone better than Frano, let alone Jagger. “You’ll learn to love Frano, and you will make him love you too. You two will be happy together, and you will be much happier with him than where you would’ve gone. The Spaniard is a sadist, my brother is not.”

  “But I can’t be with your brother, I love Jagger.”

  I placed my forehead on hers, wanting to head-butt that fucking ‘love’ word out of her stupid skull. “Get this into your thick head,” I growled, “Jagger does not love you, and even if he did you can’t have him, and if you want to keep all of your parts,” I grabbed one of her breasts, “you best do as I tell you.” I squeezed the breast hard, making her cry out. “Now … do you wish to keep this disgusting piece of flesh or do you want me to cut it from your body?”

  “K-K-Keep it,” she sobbed out, her face twisted in pain.

  I let go of the offending breast. “And you are NOT to tell my brother anything that I have told you, unless you want to die a very painful death. You are also not to tell him that you left the house or anything about the Donatelli. Frano has amnesia, and I don’t want him recovering his memory, because it’ll get him killed, or worse, made into a pleasure slave since that sick priest has now decided he wants a piece of my brother’s ass, and if he touches Frano again I will hold you responsible, and will make you pay dearly.” I grabbed her soft stomach, making her squeal. “But we need to change some things about you. You are a soft bitch, so you have to harden up—and quick.” I let go of her flesh. “Which means you will not give into Frano. Instead, you will treat him roughly, and fight him all the way even when he’s hurting you, because although he’s a bastard with women, I’m a bigger one. I would mutilate you whereas he never would. So, just think about what I can do to you with this.” I pulled out my knife from my pocket and flicked it open. “Which means, when my brother’s torturing you—embrace it, because I will hurt you far more if you fail. Swear at him, look at his cock, do everything that suggests you both hate and lust after him. It will make him want you more. My brother is simple when it comes to women. Treat him bad, and he will come back and fuck you until you scream out his name in ecstasy. But, act like a weak bitch and you’ll turn him off. Understand?”

  She nodded, although the pathetic sniffling continued.

  “Good, because I think we can work well together. And if you do everything I say I will never hurt you again.” I let go of her and kissed her on the cheek, making her flinch away. I grabbed her head and kissed her on the other cheek, then pulled back. “If you achieve what I want you will no longer be a slave, you’ll be family. Think of that to get you through what’s coming.” I turned and walked out of the bathroom, banging on the main door to be let out. The guard opened it. I grinned as I headed past him, knowing that the Donatelli should’ve put a camera in the bathroom too, because if I were them I would have one in every room.

  I ascended the staircase, stopping at the top as Bianca walked through the front door. My wife was dressed in a multi-hued satin sundress with her blonde hair left loose, the soft waves cascading over her shoulders. She was gorgeous, yet I didn’t feel a thing for her, other than disgust over how she threw herself at Jagger. She may not be an old hag, but she was no match for my cousin, just a sad cougar trying to get some fresh meat that was way too tasty for her. Sì, Jagger was tasty alright, no, delicious. I touched my crotch, my mind going to the last time I’d taken him. God, I loved him, loved everything about him—no, that was incorrect, because I didn’t love his hate-filled words, but I was going to fix that by the end of the month.

  Bianca closed the door and turned around, jolting in surprise as she clapped eyes on me. Then her face twisted in anger. I knew she hated me, but I couldn’t care less, because she was just a screen to hide my sexual preferences.

  Without warning, she leapt at me, screaming that I’d raped Jagger, her claws digging into my neck and shoulder. I grabbed her and slammed her into the door, quickly jamming a hand over her mouth. I glanced behind me, counting to ten to see if Frano showed, then breathed out, relieved that the fucking bitch hadn’t ruined things—or had made things more difficult than they already were.

  I leaned in, putting my face within a whisper of hers. “Keep your fucking voice down, hag,” I said, “unless you want me to snap your fucking neck,” which right now I was tempted to do, but unfortunately I needed her to keep an eye on Frano.

  She glared back at me, for once not looking scared. Instead, hate burned in her eyes, no, a pure loathing I’d never seen before, so intense that I knew she would kill me if she could—but she wouldn’t because I he
ld the jagged key to her heart—my beautiful cousin, the one man I knew she would do anything for.

  “I’m guessing Jagger told you I raped him,” I said.

  She nodded, her eyes still blazing.

  “Then I’ll forgive you for that one outburst, but if you scream and attack me again, I will break your neck.” I waited a second, then removed my hand from her mouth, letting her go.

  “Which means you will have no one to watch Frano,” she said, her voice controlled, my wife at least smarter than Honey.

  “Thierry can watch him, so don’t think you’re irreplaceable.”

  She continued to glare at me.

  I smiled in response. “Guess that means you don’t want me to fuck you anymore.” I laughed. “Which is good, because it really was repulsive.”

  Her features hardened even more. “Why would you do all of this to Jagger?”

  “Because I love him.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “You can’t.”

  “And why’s that?”

  “You have always treated him with disdain and cruelty, then you rape him. That doesn’t entail love.”

  “It entails passion for someone I couldn’t have, but I have found a way to fix that problem. And don’t get judgmental on me, because I know exactly why you married me: to get access to Jagger. I could’ve killed you for that, but to kill you I would have to care about you, which I obviously don’t. But if you ruin what I’m creating I will care, and not in a way you would want.”

  “Jagger cares for me; he told me he loved me this morning.”

  I tensed. “You didn’t tell me you were seeing him today!”

  She sneered at me. “Because you would’ve stopped me like yesterday, even though you promised I could visit him. And now I know why. He told me how you raped him. He was bleeding and in pain. How could you do that to someone you claim to love?”