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

Donatelli.”
    He grunted, “I know him; he’s
wanted for money laundering in the US.” A second later, his face lit up. “Actually,
I’ll get a bonus if I bring him in.”
    Camila went stiff, then exhaled
loudly, “In jail or dead—I choose in jail. Help him.”
    The agent keyed in a number, then placed
the phone to his ear. He asked for the person on the other end of the line to
negotiate with the Landi for Nino’s release into US government custody. Once
done, he asked for someone else, frowning when he couldn’t get through to them.
He hung up. “I’ve set the ball rolling.” His attention shifted to me. “While
you, Gabriel D’Angelo, are—”
    “It’s Jagger.”
    “I don’t care for nicknames, what I
care about is you’re under arrest.”
    “For what?”
    “The kidnapping of two American
citizens.”
    “I didn’t kidnap anyone.”
    “Don’t bother lying, we have
proof.”
    “You’re bluffing, because you have
nothing on me.”
    “One of your victims phoned us from
this house.”
    “Then where is she?” I swept my
gaze around the room, exaggerating my expression. “Do you see her?”
    “Obviously not, because you either
sold or killed her, you fucker.” He raised his boot and kicked me in the chest,
knocking me onto my back. Camila jumped up and went for the man. He raised his
gun, pointing it at her face. “If you attack me, lovely, you won’t have such a
pretty face anymore.”
    “You’re the law!” she yelled.
“You’re supposed to protect, not attack a defenseless man. He wasn’t doing
anything to you.”
    “Don’t act indignant with me, you’re
all criminals. You don’t deserve common courtesy, and get this, the only reason
I’m helping your brother is so I can lock him away. He’ll be rotting in jail
for years to come, like pretty boy down there.” He smiled at me. “I bet you’ll
make a nice prison bitch for someone. Justice in my books for all the women’s
lives you’ve destroyed.”
    “Again, you have nothing on me,” I
said, wrapping an arm around Camila as she sat back down.
    “Sarah Phillips’ call was traced to
this house, so we do have something.”
    “I don’t know anyone by that name.”
    “Blonde woman, beautiful, American,
in her early twenties.”
    “No blondes here, as you can see.”
    “We’ll find her and when we do,
you’re going down.”
    “Not on you, fucker.”
    His jaw clenched. “I’m going to
enjoy locking you away.”
    “You can only dream, and I don’t
see why you’re even here. If you want Rita, pinpoint the tracking device in her
leg.”
    “She doesn’t have a tracker.”
    “She does. She mentioned something
about it when we were being held captive at the House of Whores.”
    “The House of what?”
    “It’s not important where I heard
it, only that she has a tracker.”
    “If she has one, I would’ve been
told about it.”
    “She was willing to cut it out of
her leg to prove to Matteo she had it, but he believed her, so didn’t bother.”
    “Matteo, as in Matt, her husband?”
    “ Sì. ”
    Frowning, the agent dialed his
phone. Seconds later, he was asking someone called Dan if Rita had a tracking
device. His eyes widened. “Why the fuck did you put one of those in her?!” He
paused. “Then who did?” He listened for a few minutes, his expression darkening.
“Okay, there’s a Spinelli here, I’ll question her.” He hung up, his eyes moving
to Camila’s niece. “I remember seeing your picture in the Spinelli dossier.
What’s your first name again?”
    “Teodora,” she squeaked, looking
terrified.
    “Have you been contacted by anyone
in the FBI over the past month?”
    Her eyes flicked to Camila for a
second. “I’m just a florist.”
    “I’m not asking what you do for a
living; I’m asking if you or your family have spoken to the FBI.”
    “I haven’t.”
    “What about the others?”
    “I don’t know.”
    He squatted down in front of her. “I
don’t believe you, little girl,” he