My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 "Confrontation" by Marita A. Hansen Read Free Book Online

made me want to go postal—notably on her. But then again, Camila seemed to be
more interested in Jagger now, which was a strange change of course for the
power hungry witch. It made me wonder why she’d suddenly given up on Frano.
Maybe it was because she knew he wasn’t into her, or maybe she was genuinely attracted
to Jagger. It wasn’t exactly surprising, considering how beautiful Jagger was.
Still, I would always choose Frano.
    Always.
    After another twenty minutes of
running, I finally reached the town Camila had described. I stopped in front of
a tall stone church, the structure looking vaguely familiar. I smiled,
realizing why. I’d had my first communion there. The smile dropped from my
face. The thought that I had forgotten this, along with everyone I’d cared for,
made me feel as though I’d betrayed them—and myself. I’d been living a lie for
the past seven years, one fabricated by whatever power that was manipulating
me, whether it was the FBI or some other organization. I just wished all my
memories would return, so I could get on with the life I was meant to live.
    I glanced at the clock tower,
realizing I’d run the distance quicker than what Camila had estimated. Good,
I’d use that to my advantage. I kicked into gear again, heading past the church.
I veered left down a dark street lined with tall trees. Their branches were
laden with fruit, the sweet smell permeating the cool night air.
    A dog barked in the distance,
breaking the eerie silence. At a set of lights, I turned right, slowing down as
I spotted Marco’s Mall. It was a five-storied monstrosity, its large neon sign
brighter than the moon above. I slowed down even more as I cut through a street,
coming to a complete halt at the end of the mall. I poked my head around the
corner, finding an empty parking lot, the Donatelli not having arrived yet.
    I pulled out the Scotch tape from
my pocket and taped one of the blades to the inside of my pants. I threw the
rest away, only needed one to slit Christo’s throat. I then removed the knife
Camila had given me, knowing it would do me no good. Instead, I would hand it
over to the Donatelli, telling the men what Camila had said, hoping it would
roll back on the bitch. Camila might have surprised me with her help, but I
wasn’t delusional: She still wanted me dead, and the feeling was definitely mutual.
    The sound of a car made my eyes
shoot to the far side of the parking lot. A vehicle emerged out of the darkness,
heading my way. Willing myself to move forward, I stepped away from the safety
of the building and slowly walked towards the oncoming vehicle with my hands
held high. The car came to a halt several meters away, the doors opening a
second later. As soon as the men stepped out of the car all hell broke loose,
the sound of gunfire going off. I flung myself to the ground and covered my
head, wondering whether the Landi soldiers had followed me. At the back of my
mind, I knew that didn’t feel right. This whole situation had the bad smell of a
setup. The gun firing maniacs had probably been waiting for us, ready to ambush
me and the Donatelli.
    After a minute, the firing finally
stopped. I looked up, seeing dark figures running across the parking lot
towards the Donatelli vehicle. A man crawled out of the vehicle, looking like
the only surviving mobster. He fell to the ground, clutching his right arm as
the dark figures surrounded him. Keeping quiet, I watched, wondering whether
they’d seen me or not, because no one was looking my way. An American voice
barked at the mobster to get up. A second later recognition hit me, the dark
figures identity now revealed.
    They were FBI.
    Remaining on the ground, I called
out, “Julio,” not wanting to attract friendly fire.
    The dark figures turned my way.
    “Rita?” Julio answered.
    I rose slowly to my feet. “Yes.”
    He strode towards me, the man tall
and muscular. I had done my FBI training with him, the both of us the cream of
the crop. He