My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 13 (5 page)

They shook their heads
vigorously.

The doctor turned to me. “Are they
lying?”

“
No,” I
replied.

The doctor’s gaze moved back to
the soldiers. “This slave boy just saved your lives, so if I were
you I’d be very nice to him when you escort him and the
Padre
to the Black
Russian. And remember, if you even look at him wrong, like this
vile cretin did,” he said, kicking the dead soldier, “Christo will
find out and order your hits. Understood?”

They both nodded, their eyes
frightened.

“
Bene
. Now, throw this garbage out for
me.”

The soldiers bent
down and picked up
the dead man, quickly leaving the room with him.

Removing something from
his pocket, the
doctor held it out for me to take. I took it and looked down at the
photo. It was a picture of my father when he was younger. My mother
had numerous photos of him, the man beautiful like
Jagger.

I smiled, happy to have it.
“
Merci
,” I said, looking up at him.

“
Why are you thanking
me?”

“
For giving me a picture
of my father.”

“
He’s not your
father.”

I frowned at him. “But he looks just like
my father when he was younger.”

“
Because he’s your
half-
brother. His name is Brando Santini. Your father had an
affair with
Signora
Santini. He is the outcome.” He sneered. “Your father was a
despicable lothario who couldn’t control his urges, which
ultimately culminated in his death.”

“
What do you
mean?”

“
Brando killed him.”

My eyes widened.
“But, Jagger said
our father died in a Donatelli hit.”

“
If something bad happens,
Jagger automatically assumes the Donatelli did it. Often it’s true,
just not in this case.”

“
But why would Brando kill his
own father?”

“
That’s not your
concern
. The
only thing you should worry about is staying away from him. If he
can kill his father so easily, he wouldn’t think twice about ending
your life.”

I blanched.

“
So, make sure you don’t go near
him, and if you see him, walk the other way. He’s extremely
dangerous.”

I nodded
my head vigorously.

“
Bene
.” His phone went off. He pulled it
out and clicked it on. “Okay, I’ll arrange it,” he said into it.
“No problem, Christo, anything for you. Just don’t attack the
Santini.” He frowned. “No, you don’t need to worry, the father
won’t have long to live, I’ve made sure of that, and I’ll be back
with them soon enough.” His eyes went to me. “Just a moment.” He
pointed at the door. “Out,
schiavo
.”

I left the room and leaned my
back against the
passage wall, surprised that the soldiers weren’t guarding
it. But then again, they were probably busy dealing with the man
the doctor had killed.

The doctor started coughing, drawing my
attention back to the room. It sounded like he was choking. I
pushed the door open a fraction, but stopped, wondering why I would
even consider helping him. He’d murdered a man right before my
eyes. Although I was grateful the soldier was gone, I didn’t
believe for a second that the doctor was a good person. And by his
conversation with Christo, it sounded like he’d done something bad
to the old Santini Don.

The doctor stopped coughing. “I’m all
right,” he said into the phone, “just swallowed the wrong way. What
were we talking about?”

I kept the door open a fraction, curious
about him, especially since he was talking about the Santini, who I
was supposedly related to.

The doctor continued,
“
S
ì
, we were talking about Concetta.
S
ì
, she’s still angry with me, but it won’t
last long, and honestly, there’s no need to kill Ricardo, I’ve got
things sorted. My daughter’s giving him the wrong medication. Oh,
no, she doesn’t realize what’s in the syringes and there’s no way I
would tell her. The silly girl is in love with the man.” He paused.
“No, it won’t kill him; it just amplifies his IED outbursts. Soon
enough he’ll have one so bad he’ll end up in the psyche ward, and
of course, I’ll sign the papers.” He paused again. “Definitely not.
Salvatore won’t take over; he doesn’t want to be a Don. I want
Brando in the role. He’s easily manipulated by his mother and in
turn, I’ll manipulate her, so in essence, I’ll be running the
show.” He laughed. “See, Christo, I told you we’ll rule the roost
together. Now, take care, I’ll talk to you later.”

I quickly moved away from the door as he
hung up. It opened a few seconds later. The doctor stepped through
it, his eyes sweeping the passage. “Where are the
soldiers?”

“
Probably dealing with the dead
one.”

“
They still should’ve sent
someone else up. Just go back into the room and watch the
Padre
, while I’ll go look for the useless shits.” He walked off
down the passage.

I
reentered the room and went to
the
Padre
’s side. He opened his eyes and looked up at me, his blue
eyes so pale. A smile slowly formed across his sleepy face. He
lifted his arms. “Hug me, my angel.”

I leaned down, letting him wrap his arms
around me, knowing he was my life now—whether I liked it or
not.

4

MATTEO

I opened my eyes, not looking
forward to the new day.
I had to exchange Alessandro for the ransom, then
take my auntie to her one-way ticket to Russia, not something I was
happy about. Christo was fucking selling her! Who sold their own
niece? A ruthless motherfucker, that was who. I was just lucky he
liked me, otherwise I was sure he’d sell me too.

My eyes moved to the man sleeping next to
me. The Landi soldier was bound, gagged, and gloriously naked. He
was exactly my type: heavily muscled and hairy with a nice fat
cock. Just a pity I wasn’t his. There had been only a few men I
hadn’t been able to convince to fuck me, and even in the short time
I had with this one, I knew he wasn’t going to break. And right now
I had too much on my plate to keep on trying, not to mention I was
getting bored with the game I was playing with him. Anyway, after
seeing Alessandro, I decided I wanted a Santini instead, and since
Alessandro wasn’t going to let me ride him, I was going to have a
crack at his brother Dominic. Although Dominic had a pretty boy
face, I liked his style, which was messy as fuck. The guy was
tattooed and pierced to the hilt, even had a small bullring in his
nose. He also passed my cock test: I got a hard-on every time I saw
him sing on stage. And since Alessandro didn’t want to play, I
would snag me a different Prince Albert. I just hoped Dominic had a
big cock like his younger brother.

I prodded the soldier, wanting to wake him
up. He opened his eyes and looked straight at me, making me
shiver.

“
Fuck
, you’re hot,” I said.

He grimaced.

“
Yeah, yeah, I know you’re
straight; I’m sick of hearing it.” I pointed to his gag. “Hence
that, and since you won’t fuck me, I have to decide what to do with
you.”

He said something, the gag muffling his
words.

I pulled it down so I could understand
him.

“
Free me,” he said, his Barry
White voice making my cock twitch.

“
No can do, you’ll give me and
my uncles away. So, I need to kill you or find a way to keep you
alive without getting me and my own killed in the process. Any
suggestions?”

“
Why are you even considering
keeping me alive?”

“
Simple:
I don’t like killing hot
men.”

“
You’re weird.”

I smiled. “Thank you. Now, any
suggestions?” I said, running my finger over the scar next to his
eye.

He jerked his head to the side. “If you
free me, I won’t give you up, only your uncles.”

“
Nope, keep
thinking.”

“
Ship me out of the
country.”

“
You’ll find your way back and
hunt down my family.”

“
Then keep me with
you.”

“
I can’t be bothered keeping you
around if you’re not going to fuck me.”

“
I can’t get hard over a
man. It’s not physically possible.”

I smiled wider.
“You just solved my
problem.”

“
How?”

“
I’ll sell you to a
woman.”

“
What woman?”

“
I have a lot of clients. I know
a few who like rough men.” My mind went to a Japanese heiress. “You
like Asian chicks?”

He nodded.

“
Good, I’ll ring her and maybe
get a couple million for you.” Happy with myself, I pushed out of
bed and got dressed, then grabbed my gun and phone. Slipping my gun
into my pants, I walked out of the room, calling for
Christo.

A soldier got up from the
plastic covered couch
, the fat prick lazy. “He’s gone to see his
twin.”

“
When will he be back?”
I asked, wishing we
had better soldiers. Unfortunately, the majority of the good ones
had been slaughtered in the raids, only leaving us with the dregs
that hadn’t been at work that day.

The soldier repositioned his
package, making me grimace. “He won’t,”
Fugly muttered. “He said he’s too
busy, but will meet you at the airstrip after you make the exchange
for the Santini man.”

I nodded. “Then you can
stay back and watch
the Landi soldier.” I headed for the couch and sat down, keying my
client’s number into my phone. One of her male servants answered. I
asked for Sayuri, getting put straight through to her.

“
How wonderful to hear from you,
Matteo,
” she
said. “Have you found me a new treasure?”

“
Yes, that’s if you want him.
He’s a soldier. Big, brutish, and packed with muscle, hairy too.
Just the type of man you like. I need a quick sale, so if you’re
interested he’s going for two million. I’ll send through a picture
and you can reply with either a yes or a no.”

“
Fantastic. Send it
now.”

I scrolled through the images on my phone,
coming to the one I’d taken of the soldier naked. I sent it to her,
getting a reply in less than a minute.

“
I want him,” she said. “Send
him to the usual address by five tonight. I will have the money put
into your account straight away.”

I smiled. “Nice doing business with
you.”

“
Likewise, and
arigatō gozaimasu
,
Matteo,” she thanked me. “I look forward to
meeting my new treasure.”

After saying bye,
I hung up and
pushed to my feet, giving Fugly instructions on the sale and where
to deliver Sayuri’s new treasure. “Take three men with you. That
Landi soldier is dangerous, so be extra careful. Chain and gag him.
Don’t take any chances or your balls will be on the
line.”

Fu
gly nodded. After giving him a few
more instructions, I headed for Alessandro’s and Auntie Andriena’s
room. I entered, my eyes going to Alessandro. He was fast asleep
and facing my auntie, their wrists still bound together. And naked
as the day he was born. Fuck, the man was incredible to look at. He
had the best body I’d ever seen, no one comparing to it. The
soldier was fucking packed with muscle, but Alessandro was honed to
perfection, every muscle outlined and lickable. And his tattoos and
piercings… Fuck me, why were all the good ones straight? Well, not
all, but I wished this one wasn’t. My mind went to his brother
again, imagining being sandwiched between the two of them. I’d
shoot my load in a second.

I smiled, remembering seeing
Dominic fuck a woman once. I’d walked into the men’s
restroom a few
months back and there he was, in the corner going at it. God, he
had such a nice ass. He was bigger than me too, at least a couple
of inches and more muscular. Fuck me, I liked the Santini men. Pity
the Landi would probably kill them. Either way, if Dominic lived
through the war, I was going to hunt him down. I smiled wider,
knowing I could get a fuck out of him. I’d heard he fucked anything
and everything, whether it had a cock or a pussy.

But
now to the task at hand: waking up
sleeping handsome. I slipped my phone into my pocket and pulled out
my gun, prodding Alessandro with it. He opened his eyes, jolting at
the sight of me.

I
blew him a kiss. “Good morning, sweet
cheeks, and I mean that literally.” My eyes lowered to his
ass.

“
Vaffanculo
!” he yelled.