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

sounds out there, but
what other option could there be?”
    “Traumatic experiences can wipe
memories.”
    My mind went to what Christo and
the Padre had done to me seven years ago. I shook my head. “I remember
getting out of the river after I was attacked.”
    “Do you remember anything else past
that?”
    I frowned, bringing up the faces of
my foster parents. I remembered my foster father’s face after he’d saved me. He’d
looked in his late thirties. But the next time I saw him, while flying to
America, he’d aged, as though years had passed by in the blink of an eye. Had
something else happened to me after the Padre had tried to drown me?
    “I have black holes in my memory,”
I finally said. “Anyway, enough talking, I’ve got a job to do and you’re
fucking with it. Why the hell are you here?”
    “A source told us that the Donatelli
were going to show. I got orders to bring that cocksucker Matt in.”
    “You don’t know how true that ‘cocksucker’
part is.”
    Julio frowned. “What do you mean?”
    I patted his arm. “You don’t need
to know, and right now, I have to get to the Donatelli hideout.” My eyes went
to the last Donatelli left standing. “And he’s my ticket there.”
    Julio shook his head. “No way, Rita,
I was told if I found you to bring you straight in. Your time here is over.
You’re going back home.”
    “As I said, this is my home.”
    “No, it’s not, sis, New York is,
and that’s where you’re going.”
    “Not until I’ve finished what the
Donatelli started,” I lied, having no intention of ever returning to America. “They
have my brother as well as Jagger D’Angelo’s one.”
    “It’s none of our business what
happens to that mobster’s brother, and I thought you were an only child.”
    “I’m not, and you’re not stopping
me from getting my brother back.”
    I headed past Julio, aiming for the
Donatelli man.
    Julio grabbed my arm and yanked me
around. “You don’t understand; this is an order.”
    I pulled free. “No, you don’t understand. I told you I’m not who you think I am. My real name’s Sophia
Salvi.”
    Julio shook his head. “You’re still
Rita to me, and you’re gonna be on the next flight to New York.”
    “Not unless you knock me out, and
I’d like to see you try it without ending up on your ass.”
    He shook his head again. “Arrogant
as ever.”
    “More like I’m a better fighter
than you.”
    “In your dreams, darling.”
    “Try me on then, because it’s the
only way you’ll get me to leave without my brother. Which means you’ll either
help me or tell Dan I didn’t show.”
    “I’ll be going against direct orders.”
    “No, you won’t. Your orders are to
get me out safely along with capturing Matt, which you’ll be doing once we take
down the Donatelli.”
    He frowned. “If you’re playing me
to help your douchebag husband, I will land you so hard on your small
ass.”
    “I’m not. After what he did, I want
him to get fucked in jail like the bitch he is.”
    Julio grinned. “Nothing like a
woman scorned.”
    “Though, that bitch would probably
like the getting fucked part.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “He’s gay.”
    Julio screwed up his face. “Nah,
you’re pulling my leg. My gaydar would’ve gone off.”
    “Then it’s broken, because he’s
definitely gay. He was hot for Alberto D’Angelo.”
    “That Planet of the Apes reject?”
    “Yup, so shut it, we need to get
moving.” I kicked into gear, heading for the other FBI agents. I recognized a
couple of them. They all piped up with a hello. I nodded and pushed past them,
stopping in front of the injured Donatelli. His arm was bleeding, but not
badly, suggesting a bullet had only grazed it.
    “I’m the one your Don wants
delivered,” I said to him. “So, you’ll direct me to his hideout, and along the
way, you’ll tell me what I need to know to take him down .”
    “I can’t, Christo will skin me.”
    I pulled out Camila’s knife.