My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 13 (8 page)

“
How long am I to be there for?”
I asked, still not liking the plan.

“
A week at the most, then I want
you to head to the Black Russian’s Naples’ headquarters. I need you
to start rounding up our
famiglia
. I have one last thing to do here, then I’ll meet
up with you. It’s getting too hot on the island, especially with
the Landi going on the rampage. We need to get out of the way and
let them take everyone out for us. The fighting will also weaken
them, so when the smoke clears, we’ll ride into town and finish
them off, along with anyone they’ve left behind.”

I nodded, although my mind was still on
the Black Russian. I’d never met him, but I had most definitely
heard about the sick freak. Some people claimed he bathed in blood,
others said he took joy in torturing people, and that was just for
starters, because the list went on. I just hoped most of it was
urban legend.

The
Padre
made a grunting sound, capturing my
attention. He muttered to Thierry, “I need my pills.”

Thierry
removed a container from his
pocket and handed it to the
Padre
. The
Padre
popped it open and took out a couple of pills,
swallowing them down with bottled water. He handed the container
back to Thierry, then put an arm around the boy, muttering, “I love
you, angel.” Thierry wrapped his arms around the
Padr
e’s chest and cuddled into the rapist, making me want to
throw up in my mouth.

Uncle
Christo rolled his eyes. “You still
want me to get you your Angel Gabriel?” he asked his brother, his
voice dripping with disdain.

“
No,
leave him in peace.”

Uncle
Christo’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you
serious?”

The
Padre
nodded, his eyes sad. “He hates me like
Brando hated me, so let him live the rest of his life in peace.
Leave the D’Angelos alone. I did them wrong, not the other way
round.”

“
They killed our brother and
nephew!” Uncle Christo yelled.

“
No, Bianca D’Angelo did.
Thierry told me everything. She was trying to kill Alberto, but
Marco drunk the poisoned wine by mistake, while our brother had a
heart attack in response to losing his son. So, it’s not Gabriel’s
or Frano’s fault, its Bianca’s. Make
her
suffer.”

“
Then, who killed Alberto?” I
cut in.

“
A Landi soldier,” Thierry piped
up.

I looked at him, trying to assess whether
he was lying. He looked straight at me, not even flinching. “Which
soldier?” I asked.

“
I don’t know;
just that he was a
Landi. I didn’t see it happen.”

My mind went to what I’d
heard:
that
the Landi were holding the D’Angelo’s under lockdown, which meant
it could be true. “How did he die?”

“
Stabbed in the
stomach.”

Pain
speared my heart. Fuck, I loved that
man, and I would make the Landi pay for what they’d done. My eyes
moved to Christo. “If the Landi beat the Santini, we need to get
the Black Russian to help us kill the scum. I don’t want an even
fight, I want annihilation.”

“
That’s the plan, but right now,
all I care about is seeing you all off safely, then getting things
ready for my
schiava
.”

I frowned. “Are
y
ou talking
about my wife?”

He smiled. “
Sì.
I’m looking forward to catching up
with her.”

I shrugged, not sure whether I was happy
or sad about it, the bitch annoying as hell. “Have fun,” I finally
said.

His smiled widened. “I
will.”

The
sound of an airplane caught my
attention. I glanced out of my window, seeing what looked like a
private jet descending towards the airstrip. Moments later, its
wheels hit the tarmac, the airplane coming to a stop not far from
where we were waiting.

“
Out,” Christo
said.

I pushed out of the car, the others
following. Andriena emerged from the other car with a soldier
holding her arm. She looked terrified and rightly so, because,
although I wasn’t scared, I was nervous as shit over meeting the
Black Russian.

My attention moved back to the plane as
its door opened. The steps extended slowly, settling on the ground.
Two blond men emerged from the opening and headed down the steps,
holding machine guns. They moved to either side of the steps,
watching us silently, each man stunning to look at. I’d heard that
the Black Russian only surrounded himself with beautiful people,
and seeing his guards, I believed it.

Another
man appeared at the top of the
steps dressed in black clothes, his coat lined with fur.

It was t
he Black Russian.

I stared up at him, the man
incredible to look at. It wasn’t because he wa
s beautiful, hell no, he
wasn’t; it was because of two things. Firstly, he was abnormally
tall, well over six-foot-five. And secondly, the only black thing
about him, other than his clothes, was his extensive tattoos, which
covered his face, head, and any bare flesh I could see. They were
mostly patterns and writing, some in Cyrillic. He walked down the
steps slowly, his eyes moving from Andriena to my group, stopping
on Thierry. The boy shrank back, looking terrified.

The Black Russian
smiled wide, his
teeth so white in comparison to the black of his tattoos. He walked
over to Thierry, dwarfing the boy—and everyone else. “A pretty
D’Angelo for me?” he asked, staring down at the trembling
kid.

The
Padre
, who was balancing on crutches, leaned
against the car and hooked an arm around Thierry’s waist, pulling
him close. “He’s mine.”

The Black Russian’s face soured. “Pity, I
like pretty D’Angelos.” His gaze started moving again, finally
settling on me. Like his teeth, his icy blue eyes stood out amongst
all the black writing. Instead of going to Christo, he headed for
me, holding out his hand. He had rings adorning his fingers and a
diamond encrusted watch. “Matteo, I presume,” he said, his deep
Russian voice making me shiver—in a good way, the man making my
cock stand at attention.

I
gripped onto his hand, giving it a
shake. For the first time ever, I felt short. If anything, I
wouldn’t be surprised if he was close to seven-foot, because he
towered over me.

Without warning, he
let go of my hand
and took a hold of my face, turning it from side to side. “Very
nice,” he said. “Your bone structure is perfect. Pretty eyes too. I
hope your body is just as good,” he said, his hands going to my
shirt. He grabbed a hold and ripped it open, my buttons going
everywhere. I remained still, shocked by what he was doing to
me.

“
Gregor!” Christo snapped. “You
can’t treat my nephew like that.”

Ignoring
my uncle, the Black Russian’s
eyes went to my stomach. “Delicious,” he said, running a hand over
my abs. His hand lowered to my pants.

“
Gregor!”

The Black Russian’s gaze shifted to
Christo, his cold eyes narrowing. “I do not approve of your tone.
Be careful what you say next.”

“
I’m not at fault here. You’re
treating my nephew like a piece of meat.”

“
Oh, no, I wouldn’t put
this one on the meat market; I’d keep him for myself.”

“
I think there’s been a
misunderstanding. Matteo is not for sale.”

The Black Russian frowned. “Why not?
You’re selling your niece to me and I’ll pay you twice the usual
rate for this one. He’s beautiful. I want him in my
bed.”

“
I’m sorry, but
y
ou can’t
have him. He’s to be the Don when I leave this earth.”

The
Black Russian looked back at me, his
expression disapproving. “You’re too pretty to be a Don. You would
look better in leathers and tied to my bed.”

“
I can still do that,” I
said.

His eyebrows shot
up
. “Are you
gay, bi or just business savvy?”

“
Gay.”

A smile appeared on his face. “So, you’re
happy to get into bed with me in more ways than one?”

“
Yes.”

“
Then, I think we’ll get along
very well.”

“
If your cock is
proportionate to your height, I guarantee it.”

He blinked at me, then barked out a laugh.
He looked at Christo. “I like this one very much.”

“
I knew you would, hence why I
wanted you to meet him
,” Christo said.

“
Now, it’s time to meet
your niece.” The
Black Russian put an arm around my shoulder and directed me over to
my auntie. I went to pull my shirt together, the wind making me
cold. He smacked my hands. “No, leave it open, I like the view.” He
stopped in front of my auntie, who was hiding behind a curtain of
black hair. “Look at me, female,” he said.

She didn’t move.

“
Don’t make me repeat myself,
because the consequences will be painful.”

She
looked up at him, her expression
terrified. The Black Russian let go of me and took a hold of her
face. “Very pretty. Nice bone structure like your nephew, and
striking eyes. Nice hair as well.” His eyes lowered to her chest.
“Big tits. You will be enjoyable.” He let go of her face and ran a
hand over her breasts. My auntie tried to step back, but the
soldier held her in place. The Black Russian took a hold of her
blouse and ripped it open. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled
out a switchblade and flicked it open, making my auntie gasp. “No
need to be frightened, pretty,” he said, “unless you don’t do as
you’re told. So, keep still if you only want me to cut your bra.”
He placed the knife in between the cups and cut the bra open. I
turned my head, not wanting to see my auntie’s bare breasts. The
Black Russian grunted, “Good. Natural breasts are always the best.
You’re making me hard, little one. I will enjoy you and your nephew
very much.”

My auntie
gasped, making me wonder what
the Russian was doing. I looked back, seeing his hand in her
panties.

“
Good, she’s tight,” he said,
his gaze moving to me. “Are you tight, too?”

“
Yes,” I said, taking a
step back, because there was no motherfucking way he was testing me
here.

He grinned at me knowingly.
Removing his hand from my auntie’s panties, he turned to Christo,
who had followed us, along with Thierry and the
Padre
. “I will give you an extra million,
Don, since you downplayed her looks. She’s much prettier than you
said, and I always pay the correct amount for things.”

Christo grimaced.
“She’s not a
thing.”

“
She
is now.” The Black Russian turned to
his plane, barking out an order in Russian. A beautiful dark-haired
man appeared in the plane doorway, holding a briefcase. He
descended the steps and headed our way, stopping next to the Black
Russian. He held the suitcase out and opened it for him, revealing
rows of cash.

“
Three
million is in here,” the Black
Russian said, “and I’ll wire you the rest.” He closed the briefcase
and passed it to Christo, who thanked him. His gaze returned to me.
“Are you kinky?”

“
As
long as it’s just the feather and not
the whole chicken.”

He barked out another laugh. “I like your
humor.” His eyes moved down my body, then back up to my face. “I
want a threesome with you and your auntie.”

“
Hell, no!” I said,
shaking my head vigorously.

“
Is it because she’s a
woman?”

“
No, she’s a freaking
relative.”

He grimaced.
“You Americans are
such prudes.” His eyes moved to Thierry. “You sure you won’t share
that one with me, priest? We can do him at the same
time.”

“
You can’t touch him.”
The
Padre
’s eyes moved to me, a smile quickly following. “Though, we
could fuck my nephew together.”

“
No!” I yelled, taking a
threatening step towards him.

The Black Russian yanked
m
e back and
put his arms around my chest, holding me tight, the man strong.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered into my ear, “the bad priest won’t see
us fuck.”

I shivered, all anger gone, the
man arousing me. He turned me around and directed me to the plane,
ordering the soldier to carry my auntie onboard. The soldier picked
her up and carried her up the steps, while one of the Black
Russian’s men helped the
Padre
into the plane, Thierry following close
behind.

The Russian
stopped at the bottom of the
steps. “Good luck, Christo,” he said, extending a hand.