My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 5 Escape (2 page)

I went speechless,
something
I
often did around him, because he always took my breath away.
Although my mind raced ahead, thinking about everything I needed to
tell him, but my mouth refused to utter a single word.

Frano touched my
cheek
, using
his thumb to wipe away the tears, the concern on his face taking
over his sleepy expression. I had thought he’d yell at me for
coming into his bedroom, but then again, I didn’t know why I would
think such a thing since he’d never yelled at me before—just
everyone else. It was a relief, because back at
La Dame Bleue
yelling always led
to me being hurt. Once I had said no to blowing a fat client’s
cock, his stomach so big that it covered it completely. The brothel
owner had been furious with me, yelling that I was an ungrateful
imbecile, then she’d slapped me over and over again before kicking
me out on the street. My
maman
had begged her to take me back, saying she would
service the man herself, but she didn’t have what he wanted, so I
was made to do it anyway, taking a strapping afterwards for being
disobedient.

“
What’s wrong,
Thierry?” Frano
asked, pushing into a sitting position.

I leaned in and hugged him,
just crying my eyes out, because even though I wanted him to save
Bianca, deep down I knew it was too late. His arms wrapped around
me, hugging me back. He said something in Italian that I didn’t
understand, other than
ragazzo
, the word for boy, but the tone of his voice was
gentle and soothing, his hand stroking my hair, making me want to
stay in his arms forever, because he always made me feel safe. He
treated me like a son, often calling me a sweet kid. Normally I
hated being called sweet, because the men who bought my services
at
La Dame
Bleue
liked
sweet, but it didn’t have the same connotations coming from Frano.
He never asked anything of me, giving me board and food for free,
although I did as much as I could, cleaning his house and other
such duties, just so grateful for his kindness.

“
Ragazzo
,
what’s happened?” Frano asked.

“
Alberto killed
Bianca.”

“
What?!”

I pulled back, not wanting to
say my next words because I knew he’d hate me for them, but knowing
I had no choice. “She-she tried to poison him, and, and she wanted
me to-to help her. I didn’t want to, but Alberto is-is raping my
brother and he also forced me.” Ashamed, I dropped my gaze, knowing
Frano would be disgusted with me, because that was how people
usually reacted when they found out men fucked me. I was only
a
prostituée
to them, a nobody born to be used, which was why I’d never
fought Alberto. It was my job, it would always be my job, and I
shouldn’t complain. And if I was prepared well enough it didn’t
hurt. But whenever Alberto came for me, he took me too fast, never
allowing me time to prepare, so it always hurt. And he was so
disgusting and big, and I hated him, hated his smell, his cock, the
way he touched me, kissed me, it was disgusting, and he always
smelled of food, and his belly was too big. I hated him! He was
more disgusting than me, he was!

“
Where is
he?!” Frano growled
.

I flinched, then covered my
face, knowing he must hate me for trying to kill his brother. “I’m
so sorry, so sorry,” I muttered.

“
This
isn’t your fault,
bambino
,” Frano said, placing a hand softly on my head.

I jolted as Alberto’s voice
traveled through
the house.

Frano let
out a growl. “Move,
ragazzo.
”

I
got off the bed. He went to get up
but fell back onto the mattress, appearing a bit dazed, then he
shook his head and pushed up again, muttering Italian swearwords.
Without looking at me, he headed around the bed, yelling out: “You
sick fuck, Alberto!!” at the top of his lungs. “Get here.
Now!”

I remained still, terrified of
seeing Alberto. Frano yelled again, making me curse myself for
being such a scared
bambino
. I ran out of the room, catching up with him by the
staircase. He was staring down at Bianca, her face a mangled mess.
I covered my mouth, unable to stop the sob. Frano glanced back at
me, his face sad, then he turned and headed down the staircase,
going to Bianca, who was lying next to the kitchen’s entrance. I
followed him, unable to look at her straight, what Alberto had done
horrifying.

Frano bobbed down and felt her
neck, then placed his ear to her chest. “She’s breathing,” he said,
pulling back, “but barely. Call for an ambulance.”

Huge relief washed over me. I
ran for the phone and dialed the emergency number, quickly rattling
off Bianca’s condition and our address. Once done, I put the phone
back in its cradle, then froze, my eyes locking onto the main
entrance, where Alberto had just entered. His gaze instantly
snapped to me, the anger and violence rippling off him making me
scream. In the blink of an eye, he charged at me, hollering, “You
little
merda!
”

Frano shot in front of me,
taking the full impact of Alberto’s attack. He fell back into me,
knocking both of us to the floor, then jumped up and rammed into
Alberto, screaming, “I remember!”

Alberto stumbled
backwards,
his expression now fearful. “You don’t
understand—”

“
You raped
Thierry and Jagg
er, what is there to understand?” Frano
spat.

“Thierry let
me—”

Frano
swung out at Alberto, punching him in
the face, the sound of bone cracking loud to my ears. “You don’t
touch
famiglia!
” he hollered.

Alberto
cried out, his hands instantly
going to his nose.

Frano shoved him, making
Alberto stumble backwards
, the big man not so big in his brother’s
presence. “How could you do that? How?!” Frano yelled at
him.

“
It wasn’t
rape,” Alberto said, his voice sounding pained.

“
Liar!” Frano
swung at his brother again, hitting Alberto in the side of the
head. Alberto fell against the staircase, crying out as Frano
kicked one of his knees, sending him crashing to the floor. “You
deserve to die, not Bianca,” Frano spat. “I should smash your face
in until you’re no longer breathing.”

Alberto lifted
an arm. “You can’t,
you’re my brother.”

Frano leaned over
Alberto
, his
profile vicious. “I know, but I can banish you. You are to pack
your bags and leave instantly.”

“
No,
I’m the one wronged,” Alberto said, still covering his nose, the
blood from it dripping onto the floor. “Bianca and Thierry tried to
murder me.”

“
Of which
they had every
right to.
How could you do that to Jagger and Thierry? How?
They are blood.”

“
Cousins only.” Alberto grabbed the staircase and struggled
to his feet, his blood now dripping onto his white shirt. “And
Thierry never fought me; that is the honest truth.”

“
Of
course he didn’t, he’s a child and you’re twice his
size.”

“
He’s not a
child.”

“
He is to me,
an
d
as long as he lives, he’s under my protection.”

“
Which
won’t be for long.”

Frano stepped closer to
Alberto. “If you touch him again I will forget we are
brothers.”

“
So, you side
with a common
puttano
over me?”

“
You are
the
puttano!
The one controlled by your rapist cock.”

“
I take, he
relents, which makes
him
the
puttano.
And I will let you have this one small victory,
but if you touch me again I will fight back, because I’m the don of
this house, not you, brother.”

Frano blinked, looking as
if
he hadn’t
heard Alberto right. “What did you say?”

Alberto straightened
to his full height.
“I am don.”

“You are not!” Frano
yelled.

“
The
Donatelli have
decreed it.”

“
The
Donatelli have no say under my roof.”

“
My
roof. And you obviously have selective memory. Do you
remember being imprisoned in your own cell?”

Frano shook his
head
, his
face disbelieving.

“
Do you
remember how the
Padre
almost raped you?”

Frano shook his head again then
stopped, his eyes going wide, his face falling as though he
remembered.

“
And lastly,
do you remember what they did to our father?”

Frano took a step back,
his eyes moved to a
spot on the floor, then back to Alberto, his voice barely audible.
“Matteo...”

Alberto dropped his hands, his
nose a broken mess. He held his arms out wide, looking as if he
wanted to embrace his brother. Frano took another step back, his
eyes moving back to the spot he’d been staring at before, his face
devastated.

“
I tried to
stop them, but they imprisoned me too,” Alberto said, “then they
told me I could go free, but only if I did what they said. I tried
to attack them, but they threatened your life, dragged you to my
feet, bloodied and unconscious. I didn’t have a
choice.”

“
You still
betrayed me,” Frano said, his expression now
uncertain.

“
I didn’t
betray you, I would never betray you; I was forced into this corner
by the Donatelli. But they made a crucial error, one I’m going to
take full advantage of. They killed four of the Russian guards and
took Sasha, and because of that, I will use the Black Russian to
wipe them out. But I have to do it now, because Thierry and Bianca
murdered Lucky and his father.”

Frano glanced back at me, his
eyes wide. “They will besiege us.”

“
No,” Alberto
said, “Nino thinks his brother and father had heart-attacks, but
tomorrow that might change, which means we need to bring the Black
Russian in now.”

Frano refocused on Alberto. “He
won’t get here in time, so we must act before Christo discovers
what has happened.”

“
The
Padre’s
brother is in America. The Black Russian would get here
before him.”

“
No, if that
Black Psy
cho comes here he will take Jagger, he’s already threatened
to do so. Then he will punish me for not protecting Sasha and the
other guards.”

“
He will find
out what has happened to his men
regardless, then he will bring hell
to all of us if we don’t tell him first, give him our
side.”

“Asking for his help is
like taking a cobra by the neck and using it as a
weapon.”

“Then how will we explain
what has happened to his men?”

“
We don’t
until I take control of the Donatelli household, then I will be too
powerful for him to do a thing about it.”

“
You
can’t storm the Donatelli
casa
.”

“
I will, and
I will get back my
own.”

“
It’ll
be safer my way.”

“
No.
Y
ou
are banished. You will leave for America now and not return. And
you will never set eyes on Jagger or Thierry ever
again.”

“
No! Jagger
is mine!”

“
Jagger is no
one
’s, you sick
bastardo.
And if you ever go near him again, I
will
hold you down so he
can cut your cock off.”

Alberto’s eyes flashed, the
anger within them ready to erupt, but he held it in—barely, because
he looked brutal, his shattered nose adding to his monstrous
appearance. “You don’t have a say in this, Frano,” he growled.
“Jagger is my lover and will stay my lover.”

“
He is
not
your lover, he is
our cousin.”

“
He is
what I say he is.”

“Then don’t turn your back
on me.”

Alberto grimaced, his eyes
showing his hurt. “I would die for you.”

“
Which will
happen if you touch Jagger again, so pack your bags and go to the
airport, I want you gone by tomorrow.”