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

making my eyes widen. The
fuckers were shooting at us!
    Ricardo yelled, “Sniper!” and pushed
Alessandro towards his car, making me realize a split second later
it wasn’t the Santini attacking.
    But it was too late, my soldiers
reaching a different conclusion. One of them started firing on
Ricardo’s soldiers. As a result, the Santini soldiers returned
fire. The sound of a rocket caught my attention. An RPG flew
through the air, hitting the car behind mine. I launched myself
into my car, yelling at my driver to get the fuck out of here. He
planted his foot, the man bright enough to have kept the engine
running. I looked out the back window, praying that our other car
was following us. But it wasn’t. Instead, the soldiers were hiding
behind it, firing upon Ricardo and his men. Another RPG shot
through the air, heading for the car holding the weapons—which
included the bomb. It hit it square on, the car exploding, shit
flying everywhere. I swore, pissed off to the max, all the
ransom—the weapons and money, now gone up in smoke. Uncle Christo
was going to go psycho. First his brother was attacked, then the
ransom was destroyed, along with two cars and a handful of
soldiers.
    Yeah, he was going to lose it big
time.
    ***
    My car rolled to a stop at the airstrip.
I grimaced at the sight of my uncle Christo’s car, not looking
forward to telling him about the shit that had gone down. I pushed
out of my car and headed for him, the wind making me shiver, my
button-down shirt too thin to stave off the cold.
    T he soldier outside my uncle’s car opened
the door for me. Exhaling loudly, I slid in next to my uncle
Christo, hoping I wasn’t going to suffer the consequences of his
temper. Like the back of my car, there were two leather-clad seats
facing each other. Thierry and the Padre were sitting across from me, the two
hugging like lovebirds. Sickened, I moved my attention to my uncle
Christo. He looked pained, probably due to his cancer. He was
getting worse by the day, his health deteriorating more in such a
short space of time.
    “ Did everything run smoothly?”
he asked, looking at me expectantly.
    I breathed out. “We were
attacked.”
    He went stiff. “What happened?”
    “ RPGs took out two of our cars
and two-thirds of our men were killed.”
    His eyes widened. “Those fucking
Santini scum!”
    I shook my head. “I don’t think it was
them. Ricardo looked just as surprised as me. Also, the RPGs came
from the mountains.”
    My uncle stopped ranting. “Then who was
it?”
    “ Probably the Landi. I’m
lucky to have gotten out of there alive.”
    “ Andriena?”
    “ She’s fine.”
    His jaw tightened. “Pity.”
    “ No, it’s good. She’s worth a
lot of money now.” I grimaced, still not happy over her sale, but
knowing it was better than having her killed.
    Uncle Christo breathed out.
“ Sì , sì ,
we need that money now more than ever.”
    “ I also have an extra two million coming
in. I sold my soldier to one of my Japanese clients.”
    H e sat up straight, a smile gracing his
hard face. “ Molto bene . You’re going to make a great Don.”
    I smiled, hoping so.
    He continued, “Now, on a different note,
you’ll be going to stay with the Black Russian along with my
brother and his toy.”
    My smile dropped. “But I’m supposed to
stay here with you.”
    “ The Black Russian wants to meet
you, and he always gets what he wants.”
    “ He wants me?”
    “ Sì , he saw a picture of you and was
rather taken by your looks. He kept saying you look like an older
version of someone called Yuri.”
    I frowned. “Where’s this leading?” I said,
not liking the direction of the conversation.
    “ Look, I know you like hard
men—”
    I cut him off, “You’re not selling
me, too?!”
    “ Of course not. If you’re to
take over when I’m gone, you need connections, and the Black
Russian has a wide network of them. You need to get on his good
side. Powerful friends are very important, and the