My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation by Marita A. Hansen Read Free Book Online Page B

her eyes. “Do you
remember Jagger raping you?”
    I shook my head.
    “ What about
Christo?”
    I frowned, the memory of being held down
and fucked, of screaming... I had thought it was the priest, but
now ... it had to be Christo. “Yes,” I finally answered. “But I got
confused. I thought it was his twin who’d done it. My memory isn’t
very good.”
    “ I could never forget being
rape d.” She
pushed up and walked over to me, pulling out a—
    I stepped back at the sight of a
knife.
    She turned it around, holding
the handle out for me . “Take it.”
    I did, surprised she was giving it to
me.
    Her features darkened with hate.
“When you gut my uncle, tell him I gave you the knife and to burn
in fucking Hell.”
    I nodded, shocked by her
words. I
knew without a doubt she hated me, but I guess she hated her uncle
even more.
    She spun around and headed into the
bathroom, closing the door behind her. I looked down at the knife,
still taken aback by her words and what she’d given me. The shower
went on in her bathroom, pulling me out of my fixation on the
knife. I headed out of the room and back to Frano, hiding the knife
in my jeans.
    I reentered our room, finding Frano sitting
at his desk, talking to someone on the phone. The name Ricardo passed over his
lips, which I remembered belonging to Alessandro’s oldest brother.
Frano continued talking; assuring Ricardo that Alessandro was safe.
I quickly slipped the knife out of my jeans and pushed under the
mattress, then sat down on the bed. I stared across at his
bareback, wondering whether today was the last time I’d ever be
with him.

 
    5
    Alessandro
    I knocked on Bianca’s door, wanting to
tell her I was ready to leave for my famiglia ’s compound. My oldest brother had talked
Frano into sending me back home, since it wasn’t safe for me to be
around the Landi. Frano in turn had brokered a deal with Pedro
Landi, allowing Andriena and Bianca to come with me. Of course, I
knew full well why Pedro had said yes: to get me and Andriena away
from the D’Angelos, whom he didn’t want to harm.
    Bianca’s bedroom door opened,
the woman appearing forlorn, no doubt over Jagger. I’d spotted
Camila following Jagger earlier in the day, the leech probably
sucking his cock dry. I couldn’t stand the troia . She was a user, like the rest of
her famiglia —with the exception of Andriena, that woman a rose amongst
the Donatelli thorns.
    “ Are you alright, Bianca?” I
asked, knowing it was a stupid question. But I had to say
someth ing,
plus talking sometimes helped.
    She shook her head.
    “ You can talk to me about
it.”
    She shook her head again, her eyes
glossing over with unshed tears.
    I reached down and picked up
her bags. “You’re better off without Jagger.”
    She wiped her
eyes . “It
doesn’t feel like it.”
    “ Well, it’s true. You’re a
beautiful and courageous woman, Bianca, while he’s a pathetic
excuse for a man. He doesn’t deserve you.”
    She gave me a
wea k smile.
“You’re the sweetest man.”
    “ That’s what all the ladies say,
but then again, I do have a habit of coating my cock with
honey.”
    She laughed. “And the crudest.”
    “ No , my brother Dominic has that title.”
I smiled. “I can’t wait until you see my famiglia again.”
    Her smile dropped. “I’m not looking
forward to it. My split with Ricardo wasn’t on good
terms.”
    “ That was twelve years ago, and
my brother holds no grudges against you. He only says nice things
when your name comes up.”
    Her eyebrows rose sharply. “He
does?”
    “ S ì , I think he still holds a candle for
you.”
    She screwed up her face. “No, he doesn’t,
he always held one for Ghita.” She breathed out. “Even though I
hated her, I feel bad that she’s dead, because I know he’ll be
suffering, and I don’t want that. Despite what happened between us,
I want him to be happy.”
    “ He would be if he didn’t let
you go for that troia Ghita.”
    “ He didn’t