My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 by Marita A. Hansen Page A

“You’re
lying; otherwise you would’ve come to me with it.”
    “ I didn’t because...” he took
another step back, “I thought you had put the camera in
there.”
    “ It wasn’t me,” I
snapped ,
wanting to rip into him, because if there was a camera, I knew the
FBI cunt would’ve installed it. I had found out Federico was an
undercover agent from Matteo, but decided to keep it a secret so I
could use him as a means to pass on false information to the FBI,
which was why they thought Rita’s husband was dead. Federico hadn’t
seen shit; instead he’d been told that Matteo had been fed to the sharks, which was
true in a way, because the Donatelli were sharks.
    “ You must believe me,” Federico
said. “Alberto’s hate is a pretense. He was talking to the
unconscious Jagger, apologizing for what he did, saying it was a
cover. He mentioned only getting hard for the slaves and his wife
because Jagger put his cock in them. And you have to admit that
Alberto’s cock was hard after he attacked Jagger—”
    “ Enough!” I yelled, because I
couldn’t deny that. My brother had been hard after he’d assaulted Jagger, and the way
he’d rubbed himself against Jagger’s rear as he’d held him down,
saying that our cousin was made to be fucked by men... I had
assumed it was a means to mock Jagger, to humiliate him, but with
Federico’s words it told a different story.
    But my brother couldn’t be
gay...
    ...although
m y head was
now screaming at me that he was.
    My father had treated Alberto
differently from me—a thousand times harsher, even though my
brother had fallen over backwards for the bastardo . Alberto had done everything our
father wanted from a son, even taking up boxing to please him, but
all he got in return was disdain, even disgust at times, my
father’s emotions never hidden unless he was planning to kill
someone—like my mother. God, I’d told our father I hated him for
what he’d done so many times, yet he still favored me over Alberto,
and had passed the mantle of being the don onto me. He’d put
everything under my name, not the son who kissed his feet, which
now made perfect sense, since our father was a bigot.
    The sound of people outside my cell
captured my attention. I rushed to the door as it opened, ready to
attack whoever came through it, but took a step back as Alberto
entered carrying a naked Rita, her body hanging lifeless in his
arms, her hair dripping water onto the floor.
    “ What did you do to her?!” I
shouted, rushing him, wanting to take her out of his
arms.
    One of the Donatelli guards stepped out
from behind him and pointed a gun at me. “Back off,
Frano.”
    I ignored him. “Give her to me!” I yelled
at my brother.
    Alberto thrust her wet body at me. I
carried her to the bed, relieved to see the slight rise and fall of
her chest. I didn’t understand the relief; she was just a fuck-toy
in training, like all the other slaves who lived under my roof. I
didn’t care if they lived or died, only that they made me money,
like they had for my father. I’d seen them raped and slaughtered
before my eyes, my father teaching me from a young age that it was
just their lot in life.
    I laid Rita down and touched her neck,
double-checking that she was indeed breathing, and that I wasn’t
seeing something I wanted to see. Her heart played a drumbeat
across my fingers, making me exhale with relief.
    I straightened and turned to
Alberto, my relief morphing into revulsion, anger, rage... “You
disgust me!” I spat, not comprehending how my own brother could
betray me over a fuck, and not just any fuck, but one with famiglia , something forbidden, and something that would damn him to
Hell.
    Alberto lifted his chin. “I did it for
the famiglia. ”
    “ You did it to fuck Jagger, you
lying cazzo! ”
    He flinched, confirming everything that
Federico had said.
    I walked up
t o him,
giving the scum Donatelli guard a glare as he raised his gun. “This
has got nothing to do