My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 Connections (4 page)

“
I wish
that were true.” Christo exhaled,
looking frustrated. “I told you numerous times that you were not to
go near Jagger.”

“
His true name is Gabriel, and
my angel belongs with me.”

“
Jagger is no one’s angel, and I
want you to stop this ridiculous obsession; it has gotten our
brother and nephew killed.”

“
That wasn’t my fault,
they had heart attacks.”

“
In the same day? I don’t
think so. Knowing the D’Angelos it was a hit. Poison would be my
guess.”

“
Regardless, this is
not
my doing, and you
can’t blame me for their deaths,” the
Padre
said, now looking stricken.

“
Maybe, but when you knock
a domino down, the rest fall.”

“
What is that supposed to
mean?”

“
You wanting to fuck Jagger has
fucked our whole
famiglia
over
.
So, forget about him, he’ll be dead soon
anyway.”

The
Padre’s
face turned vicious. “You are
not
to harm
him.”

“
That boy will be the death of
you if we don’t kill him.”

“
No, he’
s my light, my reason for
living.”

“
What the fuck are you talking
about, Micky
? This is not a romance novel, so stop spouting shit. He
despises you and wants you buried
six feet underground
.”

“
He does not.”

“
He sliced your dick off! That
speaks of hate to me, and you’re being delusional, even more so
than usual, if you think you can
live happily ever after with
him
.”

“
There is always
hope.”

Christo shook his head. “You’re too far
gone, Micky. Just make sure you don’t get anyone else killed
because of your fantasies, and when Jagger dies, deal with
it.”

“
And tell him to stop gawking at
me while you’re at it,” I spoke up.

The
Padre
turned his glare on me. “This boy has been
nothing but disrespectful.”

“
Because he’s been eye-fucking
me. I woke up a few minutes ago from a nap, finding him sitting on
my bed, staring at me. I wasn’t wearing any clothes.”

“
I didn’t
touch him,” the
Padre
said.

Christo placed a hand on his brother’s
shoulder. “You are not to look at Matteo in the same way as
Jagger.”

“
Stop referring to Gabriel by
that evil name.”

“
Only when you stop deflecting
what I’m saying, and if you keep looking at Matteo with lust, I
will have to remove you from this house and place you with someone
else.”

“
I do not lust after
Matteo.”

“
Don’t play me for a fool,
Micky, you are easy to read. So, please, control yourself, because
I want you here with me.”

The
Padre
frowned, his gaze moving to me for a
second, then back to his brother. “I will do as you say, but I
assure you I wouldn’t have touched him, no matter what you
think.”

“
I didn’t think you would, but
your stares would unsettle anyone they’re directed at.”

“
Understood, but I still want to
go to the club with him.”

“
Nightc
lubs are for young people, and we are
far from young, so allow Matteo to do his job without you
distracting him.”

“
But I wish to see Jagger’s
brother
.”

“
I didn’t know Jagger had a
brother?”

“
Matteo mentioned it before. He
said Jagger has a half-brother, who looks just like
him.”

Christo grimaced. “I know
exactly what you’re thinking, and you must be extra careful. You
cannot allow your desires to interfere with what we’re doing. We
must get our
famiglia
back and everything else needs to be pushed aside,
including your sexual fantasies. I want no boys, men, or...” he
looked over at Nino, “women in this house until we achieve our
goal, then afterwards we can celebrate by fucking whoever we
want.”

“
Gabriel.”

“
No Gabriel
.”

“
Then I will abide by
my own rules until
I have him.”

“
Okay, I will get you your
freaking angel.”

The
Padre
smiled wide.

Christo mumbled something under his
breath, then flicked his hand. “I want to talk business with
Matteo, so you and Nino need to occupy yourselves.”

Nino looked up from his
phone.
“What
the fuck are you talking about? If there is any business to
discuss, you will do so with me.”

“
You’re not of use to me,
Nino.”

Nino’s back straightened. “How dare you
insult me?!”

Christo stormed up to Nino,
making him stumble backwards. He put his face in front of Nino’s,
the snarl on it looking vicious. “
If you want to keep your tongue, I suggest
you never speak to me in that tone again.
You are to call me Don from now on,
and if I tell you you’re a turd, you will fucking agree with me,
because, Nino, my brother may fuck
famiglia
, but I kill them.” He grabbed Nino’s face
and kissed him on both cheeks, then pushed him away.

He
spun around and headed back to me,
slinging an arm over my shoulder, his face seemingly content. The
man was no less psychotic than his brother, he just preferred
killing over fucking.

“
Now,
tell me your plans for tonight,” he
said.

“
I’m going to get
some Landi pussy
whether I like it or not.”

He laughed. “And?”

“
I will talk the pussy into
inviting all of her friends, including Mini-Jagger, to a party we
will be having here tomorrow.”

“
So, we can kill the Landi and
use the boy to get to the D’Angelos?”

“
Yup. Then we can crucify the
D’Angelos.”

“
Literally.” Christo extended
his arms out wide, imitating a crucifixion. He threw a grin at his
brother, who was now looking worried.
“What’s wrong, Micky? Don’t you like
our plan?”

“
You are not to kill Jagger or
Frano.”

“
Oh, brother, I
most certainly
will, then I will dance in their blood
under the moonlight.”

“
You’re sick,” the
Padre
said.

“
That’s a joke coming from
you.”

“
I don’t murder people for
pleasure; I only clean up your messes.”

Christo smiled, the glint in
his eye wicked.
“You have drowned people.”

“
As I said, I clean up
your messes.”

“
Well, I’ll let you clean
up the floor after I have my blood shower.”

The
Padre
shook his head. “I love you, but you are
truly evil. You need to start repenting before it’s too
late.”

“
I will only repent when I’m
burning in the fires of Hell
in a few months.”

“
What do you mean in a few
months?”

“
I’m dying of
cancer.”

The
Padre
shook his head, his face
devastated.

Christo smiled
wide
. “No
need to be sad, brother, because I’m extremely happy. It means I
can do all the things I wanted without repercussions.”

“
What things?”

“
I’m going to slaughter all
the
mafioso
on this island.”

“
What?!”

“
Except for our
famiglia
, of course
.
”

“
You’re crazy!”

“
Maybe, but I will get my dying
wish, I promise you that.”

3

FRANO

7 years earlier

“
This is
Sophia
,”
Jagger said.

I smiled at Jagger’s
girlfriend. She was
a pretty young thing. No, that was an understatement; she was
stunning. Her long red-brown hair framed a face that men would kill
for, and her pretty bow mouth just begged to be plundered. I stared
at it, wanting to do just that.

A hand thr
ust out at me, breaking my
fixation on her lips. I focused on her delicate fingers, noticing
that the pink nail polish matched her dress perfectly. I looked up
at the girl’s maple-colored eyes. She was blushing furiously. She
retracted her hand, probably assuming I had rejected it. I took a
hold of it and kissed it, making the girl’s complexion even rosier.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sophia,” I said, letting
go.

“
Likewise, Frano,” she replied,
dropping her gaze. I had never seen anyone so lovely, her shyness
refreshing. All I had known were women who flung themselves at me
or the
puttane
my father gave me to fuck.

Jagger coughed. I
shifted my
attention to him. He was looking at me with a mixture of anger and
worry. Obviously he felt threatened, which I couldn’t blame him
for, because his girl was looking at me with far too much interest.
But the fact she was a girl meant he had nothing to worry about. I
was twenty-four and she was probably sixteen like Jagger, which was
far too young for me—no matter how enchanting she was.

“
How old are you?” I asked
her.

“
Seventeen.”

I smiled at Jagger.
“
An older
woman. I’m impressed.”

Jagger straightened, looking proud of
himself.

I indicated to the other side
of the room. “
Mi scusi
, I need to see my father, so I will take my
leave.”

He nodded
, the relief in his hazel eyes
making me feel pity for him. It appeared that the girl preferred
men over boys, and Jagger was far from a man. He was painfully
skinny and his face was rather feminine-looking. I had actually
thought he was gay, but with Sophia here, it looked like I was
wrong.

Alberto called out to
me.
My
attention shifted to him as he entered the lounge, holding his arms
out wide, ready to embrace me. I had just returned home from
America, my suitcase still at my feet.

My brother, the big man he
was
, bowled
into me, giving me a bear hug. He pulled back. “I thought your
plane was arriving later. I was planning on picking you up from the
airport.”

“
I decided to take an
earlier flight.”

“
Well, it’s so good to see you,
Frano. I missed you.”

“
I missed you too, Alberto, and
it looks like a lot has happened since I’ve been away.” I indicated
to Sophia. “Jagger has finally found a woman. So, how is your luck
going with the fairer sex?”

Alberto flicked a glance at Jagger, then
looked back at me. “I have a few women on the go.”

“
Good man, the more women the
better.” I glanced at Sophia. “No offense,
bella.
”

She frowned, not seeming to
approve.

Amused by her expression, I put an arm
around Alberto’s shoulders. “Let’s go catch up on what’s been
happening while I’ve been slaving hard over my studies.”

“
I can’t imagine you studying
anything other than porn.”

I laughed. “
So true.” I glanced back at
Sophia one more time, then walked off with Alberto, wondering what
she would look like under me.

Alberto and I stopped as our father exited
the passageway that led onto his study. He was sixty-two and looked
like an older version of Alberto: heavy set with rough features,
just with the addition of winkles and a permanent scowl, which was
now directed at my brother.

“
Where are you
going?” he said,
staring Alberto down.

Alberto dropped his gaze. “Just
catching up with Frano.”

“
Have you finished with
that slave?”

“
No, I passed her onto
Raphael.”

“
I told you to break
her!”

Alberto flinched. “She doesn’t like
me.”

“
Of course she doesn’t,
stupido
, she’s a slave, and once you start a job you must finish
it.”

“
Mi dispiace
,” he apologized. “I will go
tell Raphael.” He smiled sadly at me. “Sorry, Frano, I will see you
later tonight when I’m finished.”

I nodded, watching as he left, his
shoulders slumped over. I turned back to our father. “Why is he
training slaves?”