My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 (6 page)

Frano let out a shout of alarm,
making me turn around. He started speaking rapidly in Italian,
demanding that the
Padre...
I opened the door, finding the gray-haired priest standing
over Frano, smiling down on him.

“
You are truly a gift from
God
,” the
priest said, reaching for Frano.

Frano jerked his body away from the
priest. “Don’t touch me!”

“
It would be sacrilegious if I
didn’t.” He ran a hand down Frano’s stomach and grabbed him below,
making Frano shout out, the priest looking like he was squeezing
him hard. “I’m going to enjoy filling you up with my love,
bello
.”

He let go of Frano
and lifted his
garb. My eyes widened, shocked by the ugly cock jutting out from
his body. An angry red scar circled his thick shaft, the jagged
line only an inch away from his balls, which hung low between his
thighs. It looked obscene, not only because of its deformity, but
the fact that I was seeing a priest half-naked. And not only that,
the man’s legs were like tree trunks, thick and muscular,
resembling a body builder’s more than a priest’s. It was almost as
though he was playing dress-up for some sick sexual
game.

“
I’ve only just finished filling
my angel Gabriel with love,” he said, referring to Jagger, “but
you,
ragazzo
, have replenished me with enough love to fill you both.”
He dropped his garb and climbed between Frano’s legs.

Frano started
struggling against
the ties like a maniac, screaming at the priest to get off him. I
continued to stare, unable to make myself move. It was what
would’ve happened to Matt, something that Frano had caused. Karma,
I thought. But as the priest slipped a hand under his garb, and
Frano started screaming louder, something he hadn’t done with me,
his voice pure terror, I snapped, all thought of revenge fleeing my
head. I ran at the priest, shoving him off Frano. The priest yelled
out as he fell to the floor. Letting loose, I kicked him in the
head, then in the stomach, my assault too rapid and harsh for him
to get up from. I imagined him raping Matt; I also imagined my
husband’s screams for mercy and his cries of pain, which the sick
priest would’ve got off on. I aimed for his balls, wanting to crush
them, but instead got the priest’s rear as he rolled onto his
side.

Before I could right that
wrong, heavy footsteps caught my attention.
I spun around as the two
Donatelli sons entered the room, the oldest pointing a gun at me. I
backed up, knocking into the priest. The man hit out at me, causing
me to fall onto the bed. I scrambled over Frano, knowing that I was
dead.

Frano yelled out: “Don’t shoot! She’s
Salvi!”

“
Don’t lie, Frano, we know
s
he’s just a
slave,” the oldest son said, Marco from memory, although our
informant called him Lucky. My boss also wanted to take Lucky’s
family down, but unfortunately the Donatelli were out of our
jurisdiction, the scum acquiring their slaves from the European
continent instead of America.

“
I promise
she is,” Frano continued. “Look
at her face. See ... you can’t deny she’s not.”

“
I admit she looks like one,”
Lucky said, “but there’s no living female Salvi her
age.”

The priest pushed to a sitting position,
his face bleeding profusely, one of his eyes already swelling shut.
“She’s been resurrected! Send her back to the Devil!”

“
No!” Frano yelled.
“Y
ou can’t
kill another Salvi; there will be consequences—like the last time.
The Salvi slaughtered the Rizzos for what happened to their
daughter, blaming them for what the
Padre
did
.
You lost a great ally that day, and what will happen when
the Salvi find out another of theirs have been killed and you’re
responsible? They will kill you all.”

Lucky
frowned. “If she is Salvi, then why
is she naked and with the slaves?”

“
A game, just a game she
enjoys. She’s kinky.”

“
Do you think I’m a
fool?
”

“
It’s the
truth
,
that’s why I said your
famiglia
couldn’t use her, unlike the other slaves. She’s
not right in the head. She’s been in a mental hospital for a number
of years,” Frano said, sounding so convincing that Lucky looked as
though he was falling for the lies. “She’s also obsessed with me,
which is why she attacked the
Padre
when he tried to fuck me.”

“
Tell her to come here,” Lucky
said. “I won’t hurt her.”

The priest pushed to his feet, his
eyes blazing. “No, kill her! She is a demon.”

“
Uncle, please, just go back to
Jagger’s cell. You were told not to come in here.”

“
You don’t give me orders; I
only abide by God’s law—”

“—
and what my father tells you,
and he said you were
not
to touch Frano. You broke a direct order, and paid
the consequences at the hands of a woman.” Lucky smiled, looking
amused. “One of Eve’s daughters whipped your unholy
ass.”

The priest’s face darkened, then he turned
and limped out of the room, his nephew’s laughter following him.
His other nephew trailed after him, trying to assist the
psycho.

Lucky
looked back at Frano. “You are
fortunate your woman can whip a priest’s ass or we all know what
would’ve happened to your ass.” He laughed, then turned and headed
for the door, locking them in by themselves again.

Frano
turned to me. “
Grazie
,” he said, “
Grazie mille.
You could’ve left me to that
monster, but you didn’t. I am in your debt now.”

“
I didn’t do it for
you,
” I
snapped, now angry at myself for saving him. I started talking in
Italian, telling him he didn’t deserve my help, spewing out all the
wrongs he had done: to me, to Matt, to the other
women...

His eyes went wide.
“You speak Italian
like it’s your first language.”

“
I had Italian foster parents,”
I said,
cutting my rant short.

“
No, you speak like the people
from this island. Are you lying to me? Because right now I’m
thinking you are a Salvi.”

“
I’m not.
”

“
But you look too much like
them, even the red hair I shaved off your pussy resembles their
coloring. Everything about you speaks of the Salvi.”

“
Who are they? They are not on
the file I was given.”

“
They’
re from a neighboring island. They
used to live on this one, but left after their daughter was
drowned. They have only returned twice, and both times people have
died. It was them who killed Jagger’s parents over a business
disagreement. And when they found out Jagger was secretly seeing
their daughter they ordered the Donatelli to kill him for them, but
they didn’t realize how close the
Padre
was to Jagger. Instead, their daughter was
the one murdered. The
Padre
did it, which is why he hates you. You look too
much like her, just older.”

Noise came from
outside our cell. I
moved down to Frano’s feet and started untying them, wanting him to
help me again when they returned for me, because he’d just stalled
them with his story, nothing more. Once his feet were untied, I
moved up to the headboard and started untying his hands. He made a
sound, making me look down at him. The man was staring up at my
breasts, his mouth open as though he wanted to suck on
them.

Frowning,
I resumed untying him, then
jumped off the bed before he could do anything to me. He lowered
his arms and started rubbing his wrists. The skin was red and
bleeding in areas, much worse than what mine looked like. He pushed
to a sitting position and checked the redness around his ankles,
his somber expression, his nudity ... I was looking at a man, not
the monster I’d made him into. My jaw clenched. But I still hated
what he was, what he had done. I couldn’t move on from that,
especially not after what had happened to Matt.

“
I should’ve let the psycho
priest fuck you,” I said, boring holes into him.

He stopped rubbing his ankles and looked
up at me. “You should’ve, but I’m grateful you didn’t.”

“
I don’t want your
gratitude.”

“
I know, but you still
have it.”

I walked up to him, and
slapped
him
across the face. He winced, but didn’t tell me off or raise his
hand in retaliation. Not wanting his gratitude, I went to hit him
again. He grabbed my wrist and jerked me onto him. I yelled out as
he wrapped his arms around me and rolled me onto the bed,
blanketing my body with his. He started kissing me hard on the
lips, ravishing them, no other word fitting what he was doing. Then
he pushed his tongue inside my mouth, thanking me with his passion,
his cock growing hard against my leg. I remained still, knowing I
should hit him, should hurt him, but preferring to fuck him
instead, but he didn’t have a knife to my throat, and he had
nothing but his arms wrapped around me. He pushed my legs apart and
lowered a hand, his cock prodding at my opening a second
later.

I yanked my head to the side and
yelled “No!” as he plunged inside of me.

He went still, his body jerking. “What?”
he gasped, looking pained.

“
Get out of me!”

He blinked, looking surprised, then pulled
out, muttering, “Stupid woman.”

I shoved him. “I’m not stupid, you are,
you sex-mad freak!”

“
I thought you wanted it,” he
said, pushing to his feet, “and you called me your man when you
saved me from the
Padre
.”

“
I did no such
thing
! I
don’t want you, and never will.”

His
jaw clenched. “You’re a liar. You
were wet for me.”

“
A physical reaction.” I waved
my hand at his body. “You are beautiful, but your personality is
uglier than your brother’s face.”

His eyes
flashed
.
“How dare you?!”

“
I dare all I please, you
chauvinistic ass!”

“
I saved your
life!”

“
Only f
or a few minutes. And I saved you
from being raped after you raped me!”

“
You raped me
too!”

“
I did not!” I yelled, pushing
off the bed.

“
You fucked me with your
fingers, you dirty bitch. And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. I
saw your eyes; saw how much you loved taking me, having control
over me.” Sneering, he ran a hand over his chest, abs, and cock,
cupping his balls. “You want me, we both know it; so you use any
excuse to touch my body.”

“
Shut up!”

“
Or what? You’ll knock me out so
you can tie me up for your pleasure.” He smiled,
his expression
mean. “What did you do to me while I was unconscious? Did you rub
your body against mine, did you run your hands over my ass like you
did when you sucked my
cock?
” he said, opening his mouth, imitating what I had
done for him.

My hand whipped out, slapping him
again.

He ran a hand over where I’d
hit him, then smiled wider. “I bet you want to slap my ass
too, to feel my
flesh under your palm.”

“
You’re full of yourself.
A
nd the next
time that fake priest comes in here I won’t interfere.”

His smile dropped, then
he
turned
away from me and walked to the door.

I
followed him. “Fingers up your ass, a
priest trying to rape you, your household taken. What’s next? You
at the priest’s feet, sucking him off like I was forced to suck
you?”

His
back tensed, his muscles pulling
tight. I wanted him to snap, to lose his temper, to make him so
angry that he would attack me, which meant I could hurt him without
remorse, because if he threw the first punch, the last would be
mine.

I stopped behind him and ran a fingernail
up his back, making him jerk away from me. He crossed his arms over
his chest and headed for another corner off the room, not saying a
word, my taunts over the priest obviously hitting a raw nerve. I
followed him, running a hand over his ass. “You have a lovely ass,
just ripe for the priest to plow.”

He turned around, his eyes flashing at me.
“Stop being vulgar.”

I smiled, happy with his
reaction. “From a don to a
puttano
,” I said, emphasizing the Italian word for a male
whore.

His jaw
clenched. “Says the FBI
puttana.
”

I grabbed his crotch, making
him hit my hand away.
“You have big balls, but no brain allowing your
house to be taken so easily. Pathetic.”