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

said, his voice menacing, “so tell me now
or I’ll get one of my agents to haul you into a room and interrogate you.”
    Teodora started crying. “I’m telling
the truth, I don’t know.”
    Camila shoved her face in front of
the agent’s. “She knows nothing, so stop terrorizing her.”
    The agent sneered. “She does know
something; otherwise she wouldn’t be in the Spinelli dossier.”
    “What’s her being a Spinelli got to
do with anything? They’re a peaceful famiglia. ”
    “They’re not peaceful, they’re
vengeful,” he said, pushing to his feet. “Over the past few months, the FBI has
been under investigation due to suspected mafia infiltration. My boss just told
me one of his superiors has been linked to the Spinelli. He was the one who
insisted that Rita be sent on this assignment. She doesn’t realize the Spinelli
have been using her to get to the Black Russian.”
    “Why do they want him?” Camila
asked.
    “For the deaths of Rita’s foster
parents. They think Maria and Marino Spinelli were murdered for helping Rita
escape the Black Russian. So, the Spinelli are setting Rita up to kill him.”
    “How’s she supposed to kill the
man?” I cut in. “He’s usually surrounded by armed guards, and not to mention
he’s an incredible fighter himself.”
    “The device in her leg.”
    “A tracking device can’t do merda .”
    “It’s not a normal one—it’s a
target.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Once it’s activated by a phone
call, a bomb will lock onto its coordinates.”
    My eyes widened. “They want to kill
her?”
    “And the Black Russian. As soon as
she gets near the man, they’re both dead.”

 
     
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    RITA
    “If you hurt Frano, you’ll never get your brother back,” I yelled. “Gregor will torture him and send you his
body parts.”
    Christo kept staring at me, looking
like he was trying to decide if I was lying about being the Black Russian’s
lover. He was standing behind a tied up Frano, holding a knife to my amore ’s
throat. A bead of blood was forming at its tip, Christo a second away from
slicing Frano’s throat open. “You’re lying,” he finally said. “You can’t be his
lover.”
    “Well, I am. I’m the one who was
taken by the Donatelli. Your family took me to the House of Whores, but I
escaped with Jagger and went back to Frano. I’m worth more than a thousand Jaggers
to you. If you give Frano to my master alive, I’ll make him do whatever you ask.”
    “It’s rather convenient that you’re
telling me this now. Why didn’t you mention it before when I was speaking to
him?”
    “Because I was afraid he would
torture Frano.”
    “Frano was already being tortured, so
what difference does it make?”
    “You were about to kill him—that’s
the difference.”
    “Gregor promised to kill him too.”
    “I’m confident I can talk him out
of it.”
    “If you truly love Frano you wouldn’t
want him sent to a monster like the Black Russian. If anything, the coin
falling on tails would spare him unbearable agony.”
    “Why do you care? You hate Frano.”
    “I care about your motive.”
    “I’d rather see him in pain, than
not see him at all.”
    “You were willing to let him die earlier.
What’s changed?”
    “That was when I thought you were
going to mutilate him. He wouldn’t have been a man after that. I want him in
one piece.”
    “That sounds like you’re more
interested in Frano’s body than his mind.”
    “You were going to mutilate then
kill him, so I wouldn’t have had either.”
    “I still think you’re trying to
fool me.”
    “Then ring Gregor and ask whether Sophia
Salvi is his.” I inched closer, wondering how to get the knife off him, which I
needed to do before the Black Russian confirmed I was lying. I’d blurted out
the first thing that had come to mind, no thought involved other than stopping
Christo from slicing Frano’s throat open. Plus, if he phoned the Russian, he
would be distracted. I didn’t need much