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

I headed up to the front entrance, nodding
at the doorman. “Hello, Giuseppe,” I said to the heavyset man, “I
will be visiting the slave cells today.”

“
Would you like a guard to
escort you?”

“
Not today.”

The
man stepped aside, allowing me free
entry. Normally it cost to set foot inside the House of Whores, but
not for me. I had been given free access to Jagger whenever I
wanted, and right now I wanted him very badly.

I headed down the left
staircase, ignoring the floor of
puttane
. The naked women that lay on the beds did
nothing but stare up at the ceiling as men grunted on top of them,
filling them with middleclass cum. I had never used them; instead I
preferred the bottom floor where the men were kept, although today
I was going to visit the female cells, which held Jagger, Mario,
and Sasha. The Donatelli had placed them there to slight the men,
basically calling them women, although as far as I knew Mario was
the only one of the three not being used in that manner, his father
banning it, but still insisting that his son be taught a lesson for
slighting his
famiglia.

I stopped outside Jagger’s
cell. Another guard was standing a few feet away, this one older
and much heavier than Giuseppe, someone who had been with the
Donatelli
famiglia
for a very long time. “Jagger’s not in there,” Enzo said,
“he’s been taken to the fourth floor to be cleaned and patched up.
It’s the room with Augusto guarding it.”

I frowned. “How bad is he?”

“
He was bleeding between his
legs
, but
the
Padre
said he’ll heal. He’s been given the weekend off for
it.”

I gritted my teeth, furious
that the sick priest was still taking things to the extreme. I’d
told the
bastardo
that I wanted to make love to Jagger today, which made me
wonder whether the
Padre
had purposely hurt Jagger so I couldn’t use him.

I turned to go up the staircase, but
stopped as a voice caught my attention.

“
Well, well, well, what do
we have here?” a strong American accent said.

I turned around, finding Matteo coming out
of one of the cells with the redheaded slave who had once belonged
to Mario. Without looking away from me, Matteo shoved the naked
woman toward the guard, saying: “Lock her up.” I grimaced at the
prick. Although he was fucking gorgeous, he had turned into a
jealous asshole after I had cast him aside for Jagger, the man not
taking rejection well.

Matteo flicked his tongue out at me
suggestively, looking like he was going to cause me no end of
trouble. He was wearing tight black leather pants and a white
button-down shirt, which was left open, displaying a sun-kissed
six-pack. But other than the beautiful view, he was a ticking time
bomb, far too violent and controlling for my taste. Plus, I was
never sure whether he would bite or suck my cock, the blond prick
having done the former after I had left him waiting for too
long.

Matteo walked up to me, shamelessly
running a hand over my cock in front of the guard, who had just
finished locking up the redhead. I hit his hand away, because I did
have shame, and in abundance, my bigoted father having ground that
into me.

The arrogant prick smiled at me, his blue
eyes twinkling. He probably saw what I did as a challenge. Unlike
me, he wasn’t the type of man to be turned down; instead he was
someone who people chased after.

Not interested in playing his
games, I turned to
the staircase. I felt a hand brush my ass.
“
Vaffanculo
, Matteo,” I said, telling him to fuck off.

He laughed, then
grabbed my ass
harder. This time I ignored him, just wanting to get to Jagger. I
headed up the staircase, then the next one, which lead to the
higher priced whores. Matteo’s footsteps followed me, making me
feel like telling him to fuck off again, but the man only listened
to his father and grandfather—
no one
else.

I
entered the passage that led to
Jagger, yelling out as Matteo rammed into me from behind, bashing
me into the wall. I pushed off the wall and knocked him back,
aching to punch him, but instead I held back, knowing it was a bad
idea to attack the grandson of the Donatelli don.

Grinning wide, Matteo steadied himself,
looking as though he was having fun.

“
What the fuck was that
about?” I snapped.

“
Foreplay.”
He walked up to me, reaching
for my cock. I shoved him back. He did it again. I shoved him
again,
really
wanting to punch him this time, but again holding back,
although fuck it was hard.

“
Back off, Matteo!” I
growled,
“I’m not in the mood for your games.”

“
If I want to play then
you
will
play with me.” Leering, he placed a hand on his bulge, the
blond cunt getting off on roughing me up, and worse, he knew he
could take me too. Like his wife, he was adept at martial arts. I
was a good boxer, and a tough fighter, but I was no match for his
speed and agility, his kicks and elbows, and all the other shit
he’d thrown at me in the past beyond impressive.

I pointed a finger at him. “I told you
what would happen when I got Jagger, so go fuck your
wife.”

“
Her pussy is nasty, and I had
to think of you to get hard.”

“
I don’t care who you
thought of, just stay the hell away from me. You know the deal; I’m
the head of my household now, not your bitch.”

“
You top me, so I’m your
bitch.”

“
You top from the bottom
and you know it.”

He cocked his head to
one
side.
“If you’re not going to give me some fuck time, then maybe I’ll
kick your ass out of here and go enjoy Jagger’s beautiful
body.”

I barged up to him, stopping a
breath away. “You touch him and
you’re dead.”

“
Not a very nice thing to
say to your lover.”

“
You are NOT my lover
anymore!”

“
You don’t get to make that
decision, I do, and I say I am. And the only way you’ll get me off
your back for today is to fuck me,” he said, running his hand over
my crotch again.

I smacked his hand away. “Fuck
yourself!”

“
My cock doesn’t bend that
way,” he said, smiling. “I’ve tried.”

“
I came here to see
Jagger, not you.”

“
Well, he isn’t up for
much;
my
uncle used him a bit hard today, I watched, it was fun.”

I raised a finger. “You lot are
sick.”

He rolled his eyes. “I told you I just
watched, so it’s not incest, and really, you’re one to speak with
your obsession over your cousin.”

“
That’s not
incest.”

“
Yes, it is. And I’m prettier
than Jagger, so I don’t see why you would choose him over
me.”

“
Y
ou’re not prettier, you arrogant
figlio di
putanna
.”

“
No, I’m a
puttano di
madre
.”

“
A whore of a mother? That
doesn’t make sense. Fuck, your Italian is shit.”

He laughed. “I know, but it amused me, and
you’re going to come to the room at the end of the passage after
you’ve finished getting some Jagger time, then you will fuck me
until I come.”

“
As I said before:
go fuck
yourself.”

Matteo grabbed my arm. I yanked it out
of his grip and headed for the room with the guard.

“
Raise your gun, Augusto,”
he said.

The guard pointed his gun at me. I turned
to Matteo. “Tell him to lower it or I will be going to your
grandfather and telling him everything you’re doing!”

He shrugged. “You can do that or you can
just agree to keep fucking me once a week, then I will back
off.”

“
I have Jagger
now…”

“…
which means you don’t need my
ass any more. How nice.” He sneered. “But you, Alberto, are playing
by my family’s rules now and if you want Jagger to go untouched by
my hand I require payment. And I want it in cum.” He smiled. “Up my
ass.”

“
You’re vile; I don’t even know
why I fucked you.”

“
Because I’m hot and you’re
not…well to others, but you’re hot as hell to me. So, I will see
you in exactly thirty minutes.”

“
That’s not enough time
to—
”

“
It is unless you want to cause
Jagger an internal injury, that is, if he hasn’t already got one,
because your boy was bleeding badly. My uncle didn’t just stick his
cock up there.”

I gritted my teeth.

“
I know what you’re thinking,”
he said. “You want to kill my dearest uncle, which is not going to
happen. So, how about this: I work on my uncle, making sure he goes
lighter on your boy in exchange for you fucking me without
complaint. Give me your answer in thirty minutes. I’ll be ready and
waiting.” He headed for the end room, stopping at the door. “And if
you don’t show up,” he shouted, “I will damage Jagger worse than my
uncle could ever do.” He disappeared inside the room.

Furious, I turned
to the guard, who
was smirking at me. I took a step toward him. He raised his gun and
shook his head. He unlocked Jagger’s door and indicated with his
gun for me to go inside. I gritted my teeth and entered the room,
finding Jagger lying on the bed next to the FBI slave, both of them
naked and asleep, with their arms resting on each other.

Even more furious, I turned to the guard
as he went to close the door, the man stopping. “Stay put, I might
need your help,” I gritted out, then headed for Frano’s rapist, the
bitch still fast asleep. I yanked her off the bed. The woman fell
to the floor with a startled yell. I climbed on top of her as she
tried to push up, looking half-asleep and probably not knowing what
the hell was going on. I grabbed her head and bashed it against the
floor, the woman going still a second later. A yell came from the
bed. I looked up just as Jagger launched himself at me, knocking me
off the slave. The guard shouted at him to get off me, threatening
to shoot.

“
Don’t shoot!” I hollered,
taking a hit to my face from Jagger. I punched him back, then
lunged forward, grabbing him in a crushing grip. I rolled him over
the slave, the woman still unconscious—or hopefully
dead.

“
Point the gun at the slave’s
head!” I shouted at the guard, the man’s footsteps telling me he
was doing it. I gripped onto Jagger tighter as my cousin continued
to struggle, the curse words coming from his mouth damning me to
Hell. “Stop now!” I yelled at him. “Or the bitch will be
shot!”

He stopped struggling, although his
body still twitched under me. He was breathing heavy and his eyes
were glazed over in pain, reminding me he was injured.

I pushed off him. “Up, Jagger.”

Ignoring me,
h
e stayed on
the floor, spread out in all his glory, his slim, but muscular
physique bare for me—

—
and that face of his, so
beautiful even in pain, filling my cock with need and
cum.

“
Up,” I croaked
out.

“
Vaffanculo!
” he yelled. His hands moved to
his swollen nipples, the movement born from pain, but erotic
nonetheless.

“
I’m not here to hurt
you,
” I
said, wanting to kiss them better.

“
That’s all you ever fucking do
to me!”

Sighing,
I gestured for him to get up.
He glared at me for a few seconds, then pushed to his feet, looking
as if it pained him.

“
Lie down on the bed,” I said,
“I want to check what the
Padre
did to you.”

“
So you can
gloat?
”

“
No, I want to make sure he
hasn’t caused you an internal injury.”

“
NO! You’re a liar! You’ll try
to fuck me.”

I
exhaled loudly. “Always with the
shouting. Really, Jagger, I treat you better than the
Padre
, so you should at least show me some
gratitude.”

“
Gratitude? Gratitude! You raped
me!” He took a threatening step toward me.

I pointed at the female slave. “Get on the
bed or she’s dead.”

“
Fuck you!”

“
No, I will fuck you if you
don’t do as you’re told!” I advanced on him, making him scamper
over the bed, his bravado gone in an instant. I ran around to the
other side, blocking him from getting past me.

He stepped back into the wall,
his expression now worried. “You can’t fuck me, I’m in pain,” he
started babbling. “The
Padre
is sick; he sticks things inside of me, things
that cause me to bleed. Please, I beg of you, don’t rape
me.”