My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 13 by Marita A. Hansen Read Free Book Online Page A

yelled out, not taking any risks with him.
    Ricardo barked at his soldiers
to get the ransom. Four of his soldiers removed two containers from their
vehicles, carrying them across the divide. They laid the ransom a
few meters away from my feet, then returned to Ricardo’s
side.
    “ Everything’s there, including
the bomb you wanted,” Ricardo called out, “which my men will shoot,
destroying the ransom if you try anything funny.”
    “ I’m alwa ys funny, I’m a hilarious
guy.”
    “ Don’t wear out my
patience, Matteo, you know what I mean.”
    “ T hen come and get your brother.”
    “ No, untie him and send him to
me.”
    “ But I like him tied up.” I
grinned, looking forward to his angry reaction. “So did the priest.
Oh, he liked Alessandro a lot.”
    As predicted , anger shot across Ricardo’s
face. “If you or that sick priest did anything to my brother, I
will make you suffer a painful death!”
    I grinned wider. “I was pulling your
chain, Don. I didn’t touch him, nor did the priest. My auntie stood
guard over Alessandro with a knife, threatening us if we came near
him.” I started laughing. “She even stabbed the Padre in the leg when he tried to get past
her. That was so funny; I almost pissed myself
laughing—”
    My auntie started screaming, cutting
me off. Next thing, she shot out of the car door, followed by the
useless soldier who was meant to be guarding her. She wrapped her
arms around Alessandro, which she shouldn’t be doing, because she
was fucking supposed to have her hands tied. She started yelling
that she wanted to go with Alessandro. The soldier ripped her away
from her lover boy, dragging her back into the car. Alessandro
struggled to his feet, yelling at the soldier to let her go. I
kicked him to the ground, wondering how he’d gotten the gag out of
his mouth. But then again, my auntie probably had tied it
loosely.
    “ Get your foot off him!”
Ricar do
yelled. “Or I’ll shoot you!”
    My gaze flicked back to
him . “Not
unless you want to die.”
    “ Just giv e me my brother.”
    “ Yeah, yeah, I don’t really give
a fuck.” I
pulled out my knife and bent down to cut Alessandro’s foot
restraints, not touching the rope around his wrists. Once done, I
rose and pointed my gun at Alessandro’s head. “Get to your feet,
lover boy.”
    Alessandro pushed up, looking
like he wanted to attack me. I moved behind him, not taking any risks.
Although his hands were tied, he was still dangerous as
fuck.
    “ Start walking,” I
said.
    Alessandro remained still.
    “ Now!”
    Alessandro went to move forward, then
lurched back, going for me. I dropped to the ground and whipped my
leg around, sweeping Alessandro’s legs out from under him. Ricardo
yelled at his soldiers not to shoot, probably knowing it would lead
to numerous deaths.
    I straightened and again
pointed my gun at Alessandro’s head, now pissed off with him, the
man a meathead. “Get up and walk to your brother, and don’t do
anything stupid this time, or I’ll shoot you.”
    Alessandro pushed to his feet,
his face vicious, but instead of attacking me, he started walking towards
Ricardo, hesitating as my stupid auntie screamed out his name from
the car.
    “ Ignore her, Alessandro,”
Ricardo called out. “They won’t hurt her. She’s
on e of
them.”
    “ Not at heart,”
Alessandro replied, “and she wants to come with me.”
    “ That ’s not your choice to make.” Ricardo
paused. “The last time we tried to help a Donatelli woman, she
was murdered. So, leave her, she’ll be safer with her
own famiglia .”
    “ I will protect
her.”
    “ Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I yelled, bored to
shit with their banter. “This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, so fuck off,
so I can leave.”
    Alessandro threw me a
glare.
    “ Just come here, Alessandro,”
Ricardo said. “Our madre needs you.”
    Alessandro
resume d
walking. As he neared Ricardo, the soldier next to me fell
backwards, the blood coming from his head