My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 5 Escape

MY MASTERS’ NIGHTMARE

SEASON 1

EPISODE 5

“
ESCAPE”

Marita A. Hansen

Like a television series,
My Masters’ Nightmare
is broken up into seasons and episodes. A new
episode will be published approximately every 3 weeks until a
season has ended. There will be fifteen episodes per
season.

CONTENTS

Copyright

Recap of Episode 4

1 Thierry

2 Jagger

3 Rita

4 Frano

About the
Author

Other Books by Marita A.
Hansen

Copyright

My
Masters’ Nightmare

Season
1, Episode 5

“
Escape”

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Copyright 2013 © Marita A. Hansen

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by John Hudspith

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In Episode 4 “Poisoned”

Bianca
confronts Alberto about what
he did to Jagger, discovering he also raped Thierry, Jagger’s
younger brother. Enraged, she attacks Alberto, but ends up on the
receiving end of his boot. After Alberto leaves, she convinces
Thierry into helping her poison him.

Alberto
heads to the House of Whores
to see Jagger. While there, he runs into Matteo Donatelli, his
jealous ex. Matteo blackmails Alberto into having sex with him in
exchange for Jagger’s safety.

Back at home,
Bianca
takes Frano his lunch, finding him asleep, naked
and having a wet dream. Embarrassed, she leaves the room, making
sure he is awake before she re-enters. While she is there, the
Black Russian phones Frano. She goes to her own room and taps into
their conversation through her phone, listening to their
disagreement over the Black Russian wanting to buy Jagger. After
the call ends, she returns to Frano, making sure he eats all the
drugged food so he doesn’t interrupt the Donatelli
meeting.

During the meeting, Bianca gets Thierry to serve Alberto the
poisoned wine. But instead, the don’s son takes the wine and ends
up dying. Grief-stricken, his father has a heart attack, resulting
in two deaths. Alberto finds out that Thierry is responsible and
attacks him. In an attempt to save Thierry’s life, Bianca
sacrifices herself, knowing that Alberto would kill her.

Episode 5 “Escape” begins...

1

Thierry

Alberto
kept on hitting Bianca and I
couldn’t do a thing to stop him. He was at least twice my weight
and way taller, the man a terrifying nightmare. Bianca slipped down
the wall as he struck her again, what I saw making me want to cry.
Her face was unrecognizable, her nose smashed, and the blood ... it
was everywhere: her face, her hair, her dress—and covering
Alberto’s knuckles.

Alberto
yelled at her in Italian, then
kicked her, making me want to scream at him to stop, stop, STOP!
But I knew if I did he would do the same to me, so instead I took
off up the staircase and sprinted for Frano’s room. Bianca had told
me to go to him earlier, but I couldn’t think straight at the time,
because I’d just killed two people, the wine that I had served them
poisoned. But I didn’t want those men to die, the wine was meant
for Alberto, and I also didn’t understand why the older man had
died since I’d only seen Bianca poison one of the glasses.
Everything was just so confusing. And although I knew the men who
had died were bad, even evil, they were going to be mourned, the
youngest brother’s wails heartbreaking. I could still hear them in
my mind, his grief over his dead father and brother cutting me in
two, his broken voice an echo of my own broken past, my
maman
having also passed
away from poison, heroine in her case.

Tears ran down my face as I
entered Frano’s room. He was lying on his bed with a sheet up to
his chest, fast asleep. He looked so perfect, the complete opposite
of his brother. I didn’t understand how Frano and Alberto could be
related, especially since they looked nothing alike. Alberto
resembled an ugly Rodin sculpture, roughly hewn with big brows and
an unpolished veneer, whereas Frano was perfect, his face hard to
look away from, his black hair, his hazel eyes, and
that
smile he always
gave me—it meant so much to me, making me feel special instead of a
burden.

I
closed the door behind me and ran
over to Frano, shaking his shoulders. He remained fast asleep. I
shook him harder. “Frano, wake up.”

Alberto’s booming voice came
from downstairs, making me jump, my heart stopping as he yelled out
my name. I froze, utterly terrified as he hollered it again along
with profanities, one of them sounding similar to the French word
for shit: “
Merde
” but with an ‘a’ at the end, although all I could think
about was what it sounded like in English—
murder
.

“
I’m going to fucking kill
you
!”
Alberto hollered, his voice drawing closer. It sounded like he was
walking up the staircase, the boom, boom, boom of his heavy step
matching my heart beat. Doors started slamming, telling me he was
searching all of the rooms. “Where are you,
fenucca?!”
he yelled, calling me a faggot,
something I’d learned while walking through the market.

S
napping out of my frozen state, I shook
Frano again, desperate for him to wake up. “Frano, please wake
up,
pleeease
...” I said into his ear, too scared to raise my
voice.

Alberto’s voice
d
rew even
closer. I looked over at the door, realizing I hadn’t locked it.
Another door slammed, this one belonging to the adjacent room. My
eyes shot to the bathroom, wondering if I could hide in there. No,
he’d look, I was sure of it, then he’d kill me. My gaze moved to
the window, remembering the fire escape ladder outside, every
bedroom having one. With my heart in my throat, I ran to the window
and opened it wide, then ran back to the bed, quickly crawling
underneath it.

The
door opened a second later, then
heavy footsteps filled the room, so loud, but not as loud as my
pounding heart. I touched my chin to the floor and peered out from
under the bed, praying that Alberto didn’t look down, because if he
did he would see me, the sheet not hanging over the bed low
enough.

He walked to the window, his
curses telling me he thought I’d climbed out
. He then went into the
bathroom, the sound of water following. I imagined him washing
Bianca’s blood off his hands, the red-colored water swirling down
the plughole, absolving him of her murder... No, I had to hope she
wasn’t dead, that she was just knocked out, and if he left then I
could make Frano wake up, so he could help her, because I couldn’t
help anyone, let alone myself.

I sucked in a breath
as Alberto exited
the bathroom. He headed for the bed, making me fearful he’d spotted
me, but instead he spoke his brother’s name. The mattress went
down, Alberto sitting right above me, the monster for once not
under the bed.

Alberto
started talking, his voice
thick with emotion. “I could’ve died tonight,” he said to the
sleeping Frano, “luck my only savior, but things are still bad. Don
Donatelli and Lucky are dead, Bianca and Thierry responsible. I’d
finally progressed with negotiations, gotten them by the balls,
then those two bitches fucked it all up. Bianca has paid for what
she did, and when I get my hands on Thierry I will crucify the
little
fenucca
.” He paused, then barked out a laugh. “No, I have a better
punishment for him. I’ll trade him for Jagger, after all they do
look similar, plus the
Padre
likes boys and Jagger is all man.” The sound of a
kiss followed, then Alberto stood up and left the room, closing the
door behind him.

I
stayed under the bed for I don’t know
how long, too scared to move, because I wasn’t sure if he was
tricking me. I imagined him standing by the door, just waiting for
me to crawl out so he could grab me, then punch me over and over
again, smashing my face in like he did to Bianca.

Bianca!

I need
to stop being the
bambino
they all called me and start
being a man, because she needed my help. I poked my head out from
under the bed, searching for any sign of Alberto. When I didn’t see
him, I crawled out and peeked over the bed, making absolutely sure
he wasn’t still in the room. Relieved he was gone, I pushed up and
started shaking Frano again, but again, he wouldn’t wake up, the
man dead to the world. The thought of him being dead made my heart
miss a beat, the memory of the two dead men, the poison, their
stillness...
Oh mon Dieu!
Not Frano! He couldn’t be dead, he couldn’t be!
Bianca wouldn’t have done that, NOT to Frano!

I placed my ear to his
chest
, the
steady beat of his heart the most beautiful sound ever. I wanted to
cry out with joy, but kept silent, still too afraid that Alberto
would hear me.

I hugged
Frano, so happy that Bianca
hadn’t killed him. I knew she didn’t like Frano, but he didn’t
deserve to die, not at all, because he was the loveliest man I had
ever met. No one was kinder to me than Frano, not even my own
brother. Jagger was nice, but I hardly saw him since he was
constantly flying to New York for work, unlike Frano, whose office
was downstairs, where I often found him asleep at his desk, the man
so hard-working.

I pulled back. “Please wake up,
Frano.”

He remained asleep, his expression
peaceful, a complete contrast to the fury I’d seen on Alberto’s
face earlier. I wondered where Alberto was now, probably still
searching for me. I shook Frano again, frustrated that he wouldn’t
wake. I didn’t want to hit him, I didn’t, but I couldn’t think of
anything else that would wake him, so I slapped his cheek, but it
must have been too soft, because he didn’t react, so I breathed in
deep and slapped him harder, cringing as I did it.

He moaned, but his eyes remained closed,
making me feel bad that I had hurt him, although his moan still
gave me hope.

“
Frano, please wake up.” I shook
him, then slapped him again. He moaned longer this time, but
still
didn’t
wake.

I started
crying
,
everything too much. It almost made me wish I was back at
La Dame
Bleue
, the
brothel in France where my mother and I had worked. I laid my head
on Frano’s chest and hugged him. I wanted him to hug me back and to
tell me that everything was going to be alright, that Bianca wasn’t
dead and that Alberto would never touch me again.

A hand landed on my back,
jolting me upright. I stared down at the Frano’s sleepy
face.
“What
are you doing,
ragazzo?
” he said, his hand slipping down to land on the
bed.