My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 Connections Page 2

  He laughed. “You look so sweet when you’re angry, but I think you’d look sweeter at the end of my cock.”

  Beyond my tolerance, I charged at him, yelling: “Get out of my way!”

  He grabbed me and pushed me into the wall, pressing his body up against mine, the feel of his hard cock against my stomach sending me into a panic. I screamed.

  He clamped a hand over my mouth. “Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just teasing.”

  “What’s happening here?!” a woman yelled.

  My eyes shot to the opening that led onto the lounge and dining-room. The black-haired slave was heading for us, although I was starting to doubt whether she was one, because she was wearing clothes, a privilege slaves weren’t given. She was dressed in a pair of grey pants and a pink blouse, and had a soldier with her, the man looking like her own personal bodyguard.

  Her angry glare moved to Alessandro. “Get away from her.”

  Still holding me, Alessandro glanced at the woman. “Run along, this doesn’t concern you.”

  “Last warning, release her and get back downstairs, puttano.”

  Alessandro smiled. “Oh, I’m definitely a whore and proud of it.”

  The woman charged up to Alessandro. “I said, release her!”

  “You said last warning, but you repeated yourself. Make up your mind, donna.”

  “I’m no ordinary ‘woman’ and I demand you let her go now.”

  “I don’t take orders from arrogant troie.”

  The woman’s eyes widened. “How dare you insult me? I’m the Don’s fiancée!”

  “One can’t account for taste, but then again, I was told he liked troie.”

  “I am not a bitch, you insulting stronzo! Pack your bags and leave this house immediately, you’re fired,” the woman said, looking ready to explode.

  “You can’t fire me, only the Don can, and I’m of value to him, so I wouldn’t try to dispose of me so quickly.”

  The woman sneered at him. “I thought I recognized you. You’re Alessandro Santini.”

  “In the flesh.” Frowning, he glanced down at his cock. “Merde, look what you’ve done. I’m completely soft now, and I’m never soft, which means you must be a Donatelli. Only that famiglia di abominazioni can turn me off.”

  Her hand clenched, the woman looking like she wanted to strike him. “Your famiglia are abominations, not mine! So, hand back my sisters: the Don’s orders.”

  “Do I look like a messenger? Go tell them yourself. And don’t worry, they won’t touch you. Obviously you don’t look like your sisters, otherwise they wouldn’t want them, unless my grandfather got bored and wanted a bit of entertainment. His eyesight’s failing, so he’s not so picky.”

  Alessandro’s head whipped to the side, the woman’s slap sounding loud. He touched his reddened cheek, his violet eyes sparkling. “That made my cock twitch; maybe you do have value after all.”

  The woman raised her hand again, then dropped it. She stepped closer to Alessandro, angling her face up to his. He remained still, appearing amused, then he hissed. I glanced down at the woman’s hand, my eyes widening at what she was doing to him. She was squeezing his cock, the look on her face both vicious and victorious.

  “You do as I say,” she snarled, “or I will make your stay here very painful.”

  Alessandro tilted his head back, his expression erotic. “Mio Dio,” he breathed out, “that feels amazing. Twist my balls too.”

  The woman quickly let go, her face shocked. “How did that not hurt you?” she said, stepping away from him.

  “I like pain, it’s better than drugs.” His hand went to his cock, which had hardened again. “Now I know why the Don likes you. You may not be a looker, but fuck me, I’d let you make me come any day.”

  Italian words flew from her mouth, then she spun around and stormed out of the room, the soldier trailing close behind.

  Alessandro started laughing. “Well, that took care of her.” He turned to me. “By the way, I lied, she is hot, but mio Dio, I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to piss off a Donatelli.”

  “I don’t care, just let me go. Jagger needs me.”

  “Only if you kiss my Prince Albert. I want to see if it turns into a frog.”

  “I’m not kissing your penis.”

  “No, babe, it’s not called a penis, it’s a cock,” he said, emphasizing the k.

  “Let me go!”

  “Calmati.”

  “What does calmati mean?”

  “Calm down.”

  “I will not calm down until you let me go!”

  He released my arm. “There’s no need to go Donatelli on me.”

  I stood still, surprised he’d let me go.

  A grin spread across his face. “It’s called raw magnetism. That’s why you’re not moving. You want me.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  He flicked his hand. “Then leave, and remember the red bow and nothing else. My bedroom is at the end of the east wing on the second floor.”

  “I already told you, I’m not going there.”

  “It’s not a request, it’s an order.” He took a hold of my shoulders and turned me around. “Now, go.”

  Not needing to be asked a third time, I took off, cutting through the lounge and kitchen, heading out the back door and into the yard. Fields and a vineyard spread out as far as I could see, the purple grapes adding color to the greenery.

  I spotted one of the soldiers who’d taken off after Jagger. He crossed the yard and stopped in front of me. He was breathing heavily and his armpits were soaked with sweat, the man looking exhausted.

  “Where’s Jagger?” I said.

  “I don’t know; he was too fast to catch. My colleague is still looking for him.”

  “You have to find him, he can’t be outside alone. He’s hurt and has drugs in his system. He won’t be thinking logically.”

  “I’m afraid drugs will be the least of his worries.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “There are Donatelli still free, the Padre being one of them.”

  I inhaled, now even more scared for Jagger.

  The soldier continued, “We need to find him before the Padre does. Do you know where he could’ve gone?”

  I shook my head, knowing hardly anything about Jagger’s life.

  “Then ask his friends.”

  “I don’t know any of them.”

  “What do you think he would do, then?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Do you know anything about him?”

  I exhaled, now even more upset. I was in love with a man I barely knew—and I had no idea how to save him.

  2

  MATTEO

  I opened my eyes and jolted, shocked at seeing the Padre sitting on my bed. I yanked those damn sheets up fucking fast and covered myself, because I slept in my birthday suit.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled, pushing to my feet, making sure there was a bed between his cock and my ass.

  “Watching my nephew sleep, which isn’t a sin,” he said, still sitting on the bed. “And really, for someone as great as you say you are, I would’ve expected you to have woken up as soon as I entered your room.”

  “I was fucking tired, and I didn’t expect my own bloody uncle to be creeping on me. No, scratch that, I should’ve known better, you freaking pervert!”

  “Watch your mouth, boy, I didn’t touch you.”

  “But I bet you eye-fucked me, and don’t think Nino won’t be hearing about this.”

  “He won’t care, he hates you.”

  I pointed at the door. “Just get out!” The realization that I’d locked it hit me. “How the fuck did you get in here? Did you climb in through my window?” I said, my gaze moving to it. The only two entries into my room were through the door and window. We were in a small cottage owned by an ally, who was also supplying us with food and weapons.

  The Padre grinned. “No, I picked your lock. You’re not the only on
e in this famiglia with skills.”

  I pointed a finger at him. “If you touched me—”

  “Get over yourself; I already said I didn’t.”

  “I don’t believe you. So, get the fuck out before I kill you.”

  He pushed to his feet. “Watch your mouth, boy. It isn’t wise to threaten me.” His angry expression dropped away, a leer replacing it. “After all, I can come in here any time I want.”

  I rounded the bed, almost ready to forget who his brother was, because I wanted to pulverize the fucker. “Are you threatening me?”

  “No, I’m giving you a dose of reality, meaning you will respect me or God’s punishment will befall you.”

  “And I’m guessing you will bring the hand of God down on me?”

  “Sì. I will punish you the same way as my Angel Gabriel.” He leered at me, making my eyes widen. I knew he’d fuck a relative!

  I dropped the sheet and rushed him, grabbing the sick fucker by the neck. I rammed him into the wall, putting my full force behind me. His hand whipped out, but I knocked it away, the bastard no doubt going for my nuts. I pushed my body into his to stop him from hurting me. “Never come near me again, don’t even fucking look at me, or I will snap this trunk of a neck as though it was a twig.”

  He smiled at me, but it wasn’t his expression that made me let go of him quicker that a punch to the face. The fucker was hard! I bolted away from him, absolutely repulsed. “Get out!” I yelled, pointing to the door.

  “I came in here for a reason,” he said, looking down at my cock.

  I covered it. “Yeah, to gawk at me!”

  “No, you distracted me. You need to get dressed and ready for Christo; he will be here soon.”

  I yelled louder, “I’m not going to say it again, so get the fuck out!”

  He laughed, then turned and walked to the door. “By the way,” he said, pushing it open, “I’ll be going with you to the nightclub.”

  “Like hell. You’ll stick out like a sore thumb.”

  “I’ll change my clothing.”

  “You’re still not coming. You have psychotic freak written across your forehead.”

  “Regardless, you will abide by my wishes.”

  “You won’t like it; it’ll be a straight club, besides my sister will be helping me. She’ll be distracting the guards while I get to the girls.”

  “That demon will only hinder you,” he said, the man having a habit of calling women strange names.

  “My sister isn’t a demon, you are, and I don’t give a shit what you say, you’re still not coming.”

  “Oh, I’ll be definitely coming.” He smiled at me, his eyes roaming my body.

  “I’m your nephew!”

  “We are the only two unnaturals in the famiglia, so why not allow me to teach you a thing or two. I would like to pass on some of my knowledge to you.”

  “The only knowledge you’ll pass on to me is herpes, and what the fuck do you mean by unnaturals?”

  “Our curse.”

  “Stop speaking in riddles.”

  “We both like men.”

  My jaw clenched, his words angering me even more—if that was possible, because I was pissed off beyond compare. “It’s not a curse and the only unnatural one here is you. And, you don’t like men; you like cock that looks female.”

  “Are you calling Gabriel a female?”

  “Yes, he looks like a chick.”

  “He does not. He is just beautiful, and you lust after ugly men.”

  “No I don’t, otherwise I’d like you, freak!”

  “I’m not ugly; you just don’t like attractive qualities—”

  “Of which you have none.”

  “Stop acting like a child, it’s tiresome.” He left the room, closing the door behind him.

  “If I was a child you’d be onto me in a second, you sick motherfucker!” I hollered. I turned and smashed a fist into the wall, the pain shooting through my knuckles. If he wasn’t Christo’s twin, I was a hundred percent certain I would’ve killed him by now.

  I brought my sore knuckles to my mouth and licked the blood off, then threw on a pair of boxer shorts, making a mental note that I needed to wear them to bed from now on. I also needed to set up a warning system, so that the Padre didn’t take me by surprise again.

  I got dressed in my favorite jeans and shirt, then headed for the door. I opened it and surveyed the small lounge. Nino was sitting on the leather couch, AGAIN, talking on the phone, the man permanently attached to it, while the Padre was sitting on a single chair staring at me. I glared back at him, still aching to kill the ass-fucker.

  Nino clicked his phone off and rose to his feet, his attention moving between me and Darth Fuckabutt. “What’s going on?”

  I pointed at the Padre. “He broke into my room and was perving at me while I was sleeping. If that happens again I’m going to kill him.”

  Nino breathed out. “Uncle, please, you are not to go into Matteo’s room.”

  The Padre crossed his arms over his chest. “I will do as I please until he pays me some respect.”

  “I’m never going to give you that,” I said, “and how do you expect me to act around you when you’re constantly eye-fucking me? You’re my damn uncle, for Christ’s sake.”

  “Don’t blaspheme.”

  “I didn’t fucking blaspheme.”

  “You took the Lord’s name in vain, and stop using vulgar language.”

  “The only vulgar thing here is you, you incestuous, lecherous freak. You’re the type of person who gives gays a bad name, and if God was real he would put you down like the fucking dog you are.”

  The front door opened, my eyes shooting to it. Christo stepped inside, the man a bald and much slimmer version of his twin. “Who’s a fucking dog?” he said with a grin.

  The Padre pushed up from his chair and went to his brother, the twins embracing. After a few seconds, the Padre pulled back, giving his brother a good stare. “You’ve lost weight, Christo, and what happened to your hair?”

  “I shaved it off.” Christo headed for Nino, embracing him as well. He let go and took a hold of Nino’s face. “I will avenge what was done to your father and brother, I promise you that, Nino.”

  Nino nodded, the man looking choked up.

  Christo headed for me next, also giving me a hug. “You’re looking well, Matteo. I’m very pleased you are here to help.”

  I pulled back and smiled at him, grateful that someone appreciated what I was doing. After Alberto had died, I could’ve washed my hands of the entire situation, but I didn’t because I wanted to find Alberto’s killer as well help the family, no matter what the others thought.

  He smiled back. “So, what’s the plan, nipote?” he said, calling me nephew. Well, I think it meant that, although I wasn’t sure since my grandfather used to call me it too, so maybe it was an endearment. Fuck, Italian was confusing.

  I leaned back against the wall. “I’m going to get at the D’Angelos through their weakest link: Jagger’s half-brother. He’s now staying at the Landi house.”

  “That place is a fortress.”

  “Maybe, but the Landi do go out, notably the sisters, who seem to have adopted the little puppy. I will go to the clubs they frequent tonight, and get with one of the sisters.”

  “Smart boy. Work through the women to get to the men.” He patted my cheek. “I knew I could trust you.”

  Feeling proud, I flicked Nino a glance, basically saying ‘I fucking told you, you useless prick’, but the man was texting on his phone, probably ordering in some hookers. I shifted my focus to the Padre, who was grinning from ear to ear, making me want to cut his throat from ear to ear.

  I refocused on Christo. “Your brother is responsible for our family’s downfall.”

  “That’s a lie!” the Padre said, storming over, his grin now gone.

  Christo stepped in front of his brother. “You may deny it all you want, dear brother, but I have been informed that it was you who compro
mised the famiglia.”

  “That is not so.”

  “I wish that were true.” Christo exhaled, looking frustrated. “I told you numerous times that you were not to go near Jagger.”

  “His true name is Gabriel, and my angel belongs with me.”

  “Jagger is no one’s angel, and I want you to stop this ridiculous obsession; it has gotten our brother and nephew killed.”

  “That wasn’t my fault, they had heart attacks.”

  “In the same day? I don’t think so. Knowing the D’Angelos it was a hit. Poison would be my guess.”

  “Regardless, this is not my doing, and you can’t blame me for their deaths,” the Padre said, now looking stricken.

  “Maybe, but when you knock a domino down, the rest fall.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “You wanting to fuck Jagger has fucked our whole famiglia over. So, forget about him, he’ll be dead soon anyway.”

  The Padre’s face turned vicious. “You are not to harm him.”

  “That boy will be the death of you if we don’t kill him.”

  “No, he’s my light, my reason for living.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about, Micky? This is not a romance novel, so stop spouting shit. He despises you and wants you buried six feet underground.”

  “He does not.”

  “He sliced your dick off! That speaks of hate to me, and you’re being delusional, even more so than usual, if you think you can live happily ever after with him.”

  “There is always hope.”

  Christo shook his head. “You’re too far gone, Micky. Just make sure you don’t get anyone else killed because of your fantasies, and when Jagger dies, deal with it.”

  “And tell him to stop gawking at me while you’re at it,” I spoke up.

  The Padre turned his glare on me. “This boy has been nothing but disrespectful.”

  “Because he’s been eye-fucking me. I woke up a few minutes ago from a nap, finding him sitting on my bed, staring at me. I wasn’t wearing any clothes.”

  “I didn’t touch him,” the Padre said.

  Christo placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You are not to look at Matteo in the same way as Jagger.”

  “Stop referring to Gabriel by that evil name.”