My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered by Marita A. Hansen

 
     
     
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    Rita
    “ Do you know what the mafia do
to FBI agents?”
    Naked and scared, I stared up at the
guard from my knees, Federico’s words silencing me along with the
gun he was pointing at my head. I didn’t know how the man had found
out I was FBI, and right now it didn’t matter—because I was dead. I
wondered whether he was going to shoot me here in the bathroom...
No, he would take me to the don, where I would get shot like my
husband had been, but first Federico would try to make me suck his
cock. The bastard of a thing was hanging in front of my face,
growing harder as Federico ran a hand up and down it, readying it
for my mouth.
    I continued to stare at his face, not
wanting to see what was in front of me. Federico was harsh-looking,
his features grizzled, the dark rings under his eyes and his frown
lines making him appear in his forties, although his muscular body
looked like it belonged to a thirty-year-old.
    He pushed the gun firmly into my
temple, indenting my flesh. “Answer me!”
    I moved my head away from the gun. “I-I
d-d-don’t know what you’re tal-talking about,” I purposely
stuttered, although my fear was real.
    Federico ’s thick eyebrows knotted.
“You’re lying.”
    “ I’m j-just a teacher,” I said,
wondering how I could take him down before he got a shot off. Maybe
I could punch him in his balls.
    He hit the side of my head with the gun,
making me yelp. My hands shot to my head, all thought of punching
him gone.
    “ I know what you were thinking,”
he said, “your thoughts are written all over your face.”
    I rubbed where he’d hit me. “I wasn’t
thinking anything.”
    He sniffed. “Liar. And by the way, you’re
not stuttering any more. Don’t pretend if you can’t carry through,
it’s a dead giveaway.”
    “ You’re wrong.”
    “ Save your breath, rookie,” he
said, his voice low as though he didn’t want anyone to hear. “I had
suspicions when you first arrived, but today clinched it, and it’s
only a matter of time before the others find out if you continue to
be careless.”
    “ I don’t know what you’re
talking about.”
    Federico rolled his eyes. “You might as
well drop the act, because I’m never wrong. You were an idiot for
attacking Alberto in that manner, only tattooing ‘FBI bitch’ on
your forehead would have been more obvious. Your boss said he was
sending someone new, but...” he tapped my head with his gun, “You?
Pathetic. I’m surprised Frano didn’t pick up on it, but then again,
you are beautiful. Guess Dan figured your beauty would distract the
D’Angelos from what you really are.”
    My face went
slack , the
mention of Dan, my boss, the man who I looked up to like a father
hitting me square in the chest. I wanted to yell at Federico that
he was a liar, because Dan wouldn’t have sold me out, he
wouldn’t!
    Federico shook his head. “Your
expression tells me you can’t believe Dan would sell you out.
Again, I don’t know how you got the job.”
    I stared at him, taken aback
that he could read me so easily. I forced out a, “I don’t know what
you’re talking about,” again, too stunned to say anything else.
There had been suspicions that there was a D’Angelo spy in the
bureau, but not someone as high as my boss. Plus, Dan had been
there for me after Matt’s death. He’d helped me grieve,
hell, he’d grieved. He’d cried at Matt’s funeral, which was the only
time I’d seen him lose his composure. That couldn’t be an act, it
couldn’t be.
    “ Of course you wouldn’t
k now
anything,” Federico said, “because no one was told, otherwise I
would’ve been found out like Matt.”
    My husband’s name sent pain through my
chest, then the full meaning of Federico’s words filtered through.
“What do you mean you would’ve be found out like Matt?”
    He lowered his head, whispering, “P.S.
I’m your informant.”
    My eyes widened.
    He smiled. “ How the hell did you become a
FBI agent?”
    I