My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 15 "Finale" by Marita A. Hansen

 
     
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    Camila started talking rapidly into
the phone, yelling at Christo not to kill Frano. A second later she went
silent, her panicked features softening. After a few moments of listening, she hung
up and held out the phone for the head FBI agent to take.
    He took it. “What was that about?” he
asked, his accent American. He looked a mixture of African-American and Hispanic,
his dusky olive complexion only a couple of shades darker than mine, my family
having some Moorish heritage.
    Camila answered his question, “My
uncle was going to kill Frano D’Angelo, but your agent changed his mind by
telling him she’s the Black Russian’s lover—”
    “She’s not. She’ll just be buying
your Don some time.”
    “No, that makes sense,” I cut in. I
was still sitting on the lounge floor next to Camila and Teodora, the FBI
agents not allowing us to move. They were surrounding us, holding their guns at
the ready.
    The head agent turned to me, his
expression dubious. “Why do you think she’s the Black Russian’s lover?”
    “I suspected she was working for him
when she first came here.” I hesitated for a second, realizing I’d just
confirmed I knew her, then resumed talking, “She came willingly. I thought she was
one of his assassins or spies, but didn’t say anything to my Don because I
wasn’t sure. Then she told me she was an FBI agent and that she wanted to take the
Black Russian down. However, she’s told me so many lies I wouldn’t be surprised
if she is his lover. After all, her father used to work for him.”
    The man frowned. “When?”
    “Several years ago.”
    “How do you know?”
    “I used to be her boyfriend when we
were teenagers. She was known as Sophia Salvi back then.”
    “Yes, she did mention she’s a Salvi.”
His eyes moved to the staircase as two men headed down it.
    A grim-faced man with a buzz cut stopped
in front of him. “There are three dead men upstairs, all shot.”
    “Landi soldiers,” I said. “They
tried to kill Camila for being a Donatelli. One of the men shot at her. His
colleague took the bullet when I pushed Camila out of the way. I shot him in
self-defense, same as the third man. I had no choice.”
    The head FBI agent grimaced. “I
don’t hold your word very highly.”
    “It’s true,” Camila piped up. “They
were going to kill me, like they did to my sister and will do to my brother if
you don’t help him.”
    “You have to help us first.”
    “I have.”
    “Not enough.” He held out his phone
for her to take. “I need you to ring your uncle again and confirm he’s coming
here.”
    She took it and phoned through to
Christo. “ Zio ,” she said, calling him uncle, “when are you coming to the
D’Angelo house?” She frowned. “But you’re supposed to help me get Andriena and
the others back. No, you said ... No! Don’t you dare try to back out.” She started
yelling, “You are the Don, so start acting like one. No! Get your culo to
the D’Angelo house now, so we can work out a way to save them, along with Nino.
He’s been captured by the Landi.” Her eyes widened. “But, he’s your nephew, you
have to help him, they’ll kill him if you don’t.” Her face turned vicious. “You
piece of merda ! You and your sick brother have ruined our famiglia .
You both deserve to burn in Hell!” She hung up and thrust the phone out for the
agent to take. “The bastardo refuses to come.”
    The agent took the phone. “Then
you’re not much help to us.”
    “It doesn’t matter, you still have
to take care of the Landi problem, or they’ll be down here with more soldiers
when the others don’t return. And you have to save my brother or they’ll kill
him.”
    “Your brother isn’t my concern.”
    “He is! I confirmed that my uncle
has your agent, so you owe me.”
    “We pretty much guessed that she
was with him.”
    “I did what you asked.”
    He exhaled. “Okay. What’s your
brother’s name?”
    “Nino