My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 13 (11 page)

Jagger
dropped down onto me, making me
shriek. Even though I knew I shouldn’t fight him, that it was my
life at risk, I couldn’t let him fuck me.
I couldn’t!
I would be spoiled for Frano, he
wouldn’t want me … this was wrong, so wrong … I didn’t want to do
this, I didn’t want him on me. He was bleeding, I was screaming,
crying, struggling, and full out panicking.

He
jammed my arms into the dirt and
nudged my legs apart with his knees.

“
Hurry up and start fucking her,
Jagger,” Christo said.

Laying down on me,
Jagger
pushed his face into my hair and started grinding against
me, his sniffs telling me he was crying too.

“
Come on, Jagger, put more
effort into it,” Christo said. “Right now, I’m thinking you’re
gay.”

Jagger continued to grind on me, his
cock slowly growing.

“
I want you to fuck her,
not to rub her to death. Stick your cock in.”

“
No, Jagger,” I sobbed, “don’t
do it.”

The gun cocked behind us.
“Hurry up. You need to loosen her tight
figa
for me.”

Jagger reached down and took a hold of
his cock, the tip now at my pussy.

“
Now!”

Jagger pushed his cock inside
of
me,
making me cry out. My mind went to Frano. Even though Jagger was
raping me, or Christo was through him, I felt like I was betraying
our love. I knew it didn’t make sense, but nothing made sense
now.

I
started begging Jagger to stop, my
words blurred by my sobs. He did for a moment. A second later, he
cried out, arching his back, his face twisted in pain. My eyes went
to Christo, who was holding a long piece of rope that had been on
the tractor.

“
Keep fucking her,” Christo
snapped, flicking the rope out threateningly.

Jagger started moving on top of me again,
although he was now soft, his cock having slipped out of me. But he
pretended to do what Christo wanted.

Christo
walked around us, laughing
strangely. “Yeah, boy, take my
schiava
, loosen her up for me.”

A
yell came from the front of the barn.
The
Padre
appeared above us a second later. He yanked Jagger off me,
causing Jagger to shriek in terror. I went to help him.

Christo
kicked me back down. “Stay
there,
schiava
; I want you to see what the D’Angelos are good
for.”

The
Padre
shoved Jagger to the ground and lifted his
robe. Knowing he was going to rape Jagger, I scrambled to my feet
and jumped onto his back. Christo yanked me off his brother and
pushed me face first into the ground, climbing on top of my back. I
struggled against him, screaming for him to let me go. He grabbed
my hair and wrenched my head back, forcing me to look at Jagger’s
face. Jagger was screaming and clawing at the ground, trying to get
out from under the
Padre.

The
Padre
glared at me. “He’s mine, Daughter of
Satan, he will always be mine.” He lurched forward on top of
Jagger, making him scream, the
Padre
penetrating him.

The
n I screamed, Christo shoving his
cock inside of me. Christo started fucking me, while the
Padre
did the same to
Jagger.

Jagger
stopped clawing the ground and cried
out, “Kill me,
Dio!
”

I closed my eyes, wanting to die
too.

7

RITA

I bent over,
the memory making
me throw up the apple I’d eaten. Jagger hadn’t done anything wrong;
it had been Christo and his sick brother. They’d hurt us, telling
us it was our fault. I could still hear both of them talking,
filling our heads with lies, telling us we’d asked for it, that we
deserved it. We were just kids. I’d been a week away from my
eighteenth birthday while Jagger had just turned seventeen, and
those evil bastards had stolen our innocence, our youth. I wasn’t
just going to kill Christo, I was going to torture him, then go
after his brother
and do the same to that bastard. After that, I would drag
the
Padre
in front of Jagger and let him finish the rapist
off.

I
straightened
, knowing I wasn’t going to cry or beg this time round. I
was going to curse and fight with everything I had. Now wanting to
do more than save my brother, I headed out of the barn. I continued
east, clearing the fields fast, my surroundings becoming familiar.
I’d learned to ride horses here. The horses were gone, the pasture
dry, but my memory was returning, bits and pieces of my life
falling into place.

I jumped over a fence, recognizing the
road that led to the river. After Christo had raped and brutalized
me, he’d thrown me into the trunk of his car, then had driven to
the river. I’d been yanked out of it by the priest and thrown on
the ground, the man having arrived in a different vehicle. He had
screamed at me that I would pay for touching his angel.

Although
it had been seven years ago, it
felt like yesterday, the wrong done to me so fresh I could scream.
I jumped over another fence, hearing the sounds of the river. The
priest had held me over the water, making me look at what Christo
was holding in his hands. I stopped in my tracks, struck by the
memory. When the Donatelli had first captured the D’Angelo house,
Alberto had called ‘Sophia’ an only child, not realizing I was her,
and since my memory had been locked away, I hadn’t questioned it,
but now…

I turned and headed through the
trees,
stopping in front of the river. I could see the spot where
the priest had held me down. I’d been screaming at Christo not to
kill my brother. He’d been holding Lucan’s head under the water.
Behind Christo someone was begging him to stop. I couldn’t see who
it was, the
Padre
blocking me.

But it had sounded like
Alberto.

SOPHIA

Alberto
continued begging for my
brother’s life. I didn’t know why he cared for Lucan or why he was
even here. Maybe he’d gone for a walk and had stumbled across us,
although that didn’t feel right, since Christo wasn’t hiding a
thing from him.

“
Why do you want to save
the retard?”
Christo said, pulling Lucan’s head out of the river. My brother
started spluttering and coughing, trying to suck in air.

“
I told you to only kill the
girl!” Alberto yelled. “I only paid for her death, not
Lucan’s.”

“
I’m giving you extra for your
money
, boy.
When you hire me, I go above and beyond.”

“
No! Just kill Sophia, leave
Lucan out of this.”

“
It’s too late now, he’s a
witness.”

“
You weren’t supposed to get him
involved in the first place! You caused this mess, you fix
it.”

“
No,
you
caused it. You paid the Devil; you got
holy hell in return. So, get back in your fucking car and
leave.”

“
The deal was for you to kill
the girl in front of me, no one else.”

“
Stop arguing and leave before
Jagger wakes up. If he sees you here, your father will find out
you’ve been spending his money on hits.”

“
That’s another thing: Jagger’s
not even supposed to be here. You totally fucked everything
up!”

“
Jagger
showing up was unexpected, and my
brother will take care of him.”

“
If he kills Jagger I will kill
him!”

“
You watch what you say, boy, or
you’ll end up in the river.”

“
Just don’t kill Jagger, I love
him. I’m doing all of this for him.”

“
My brother loves him too, so
stop worrying. He’ll just shoot him up with some drugs. It’ll look
like he has a fever and is hallucinating. I have a doctor who will
cover for us. My brother will also stay with him. No one will
believe anything Jagger says, not even Jagger. He’ll probably think
it’s all a nightmare.”

“
Just spare
Lucan,” Alberto said. “I’ll pay
you extra.”

“
No! Leave or I’ll kill you!
Because you’re really pissing me off now.”

Alberto grimaced, his eyes conflicted,
then he swore, cursing Christo to Hell. He spun around and stormed
to his car. He jumped inside and slammed his door shut, the car
disappearing through the trees moments later.

“
You can’t kill the simpleton,”
the
Padre
said.

Christo turned to him. “I have
to.”

“
Just fill him with the same
drugs as Jagger and drop him off at the asylum. He’s half blind and
has the mind of a child. He won’t give us up, and if he does, no
one will believe him.”

“
You’re too
soft.”

“
No. God told me that Lucan
mustn’t die. He’s too pure. Even I can’t touch him or I’ll be
struck down by his hand.”

“
And killing this pathetic
girl isn’t a sin?”

“
She isn’t innocent. She’s a
Daughter of Satan, and he wants her back.”

“
And the asylum isn’t a
h
ell?”

“
You still can’t kill
Lucan.”

“
Okay, okay, the asylum it is.
Just don’t tell that fool Alberto. Let him feel guilty for Lucan’s
supposed death.” He pushed up, yanking Lucan to his feet. “Now,
kill my
schiava.
”

“
You don’t want to use her
again?”

“
No, she’s pathetic. I hate
weepy, weak women. So, drown her.”

The
Padre
pushed my head into the river, my
brother’s screams muffled by the water.

RITA

I gritted my teeth, wishing I’d
stuck that knife into
Alberto myself, the bastard behind everything.
Furious, I headed back through the trees, working myself up more
and more. I picked up speed, itching to get to Christo, so I could
take my fury out on him, giving him his just desserts. After
another twenty minutes of running, I spotted houses on the horizon.
I continued onwards, not sure whether I should cut across people’s
backyards or risk going by road. As I neared the properties, I
veered towards the road, the wall of the first house high. It
belonged to a lower level mafia family called the Orsini, their
head a
Capo.
Surprised I knew that, I stopped behind some trees and
peered through the branches, spotting a few cars parked along the
road. Luckily, there was no sign of people, the houses spread out
in this area.

I
slipped between the trees and cut
across the road, quickly slipping behind the ones on the other
side. I ran a hundred yards before coming across another fence.
This one had belonged to a relative of the first house, probably
still did, knowing the mafia. I zipped across the road again,
hiding behind more trees. It seemed to be a pattern of trees,
house, trees, house; all of them connected to the Orsini. I’d
forgotten how close my family had lived to other mafia families,
but it made sense, since no normal civilian would want to be near
us.

After a mile or
so
, I
finally neared a row of trees that looked familiar. I cut across
the road, running around the outside of the property, getting
glimpses of a flat rooftop over a high wall. I went to the back of
the property, spotting a gate, one that had been guarded when I’d
lived there. I went to open it, expecting it to be locked, but
instead it opened without a problem. I poked my head through,
seeing an empty backyard. It was nicely landscaped with clothes on
the line, which told me it was lived in. Frano had said my
family—or parents were now living on a different island, so
obviously they’d sold or leased the house.

I entered the property, closing the gate
behind me, not wanting to leave any sign of my presence. I ran
across the large backyard, stopping behind the servants’ quarters.
I poked my head around the corner, checking for people. But there
was no one, the place quiet. I sprinted to the main house and
flattened my back against the wall, wondering whether the Donatelli
now owned the place, especially since Christo wanted to meet me
here. Unless he’d cleared it out of the owners, not something that
would surprise me.

The back door was
open
. I took
a peek inside, seeing an empty old-fashioned kitchen. I entered it
quietly, heading for the next door. I pushed it open a fraction and
peered inside the lounge. There were people sitting on a couch,
watching TV. I could see the back of their heads. Two had auburn
hair, like my mother and brother, while the other had a red-brown
tone, matching my father’s hair color. I went to move forward, but
stopped, noticing rope tied around them.