My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 14 by Marita A. Hansen Read Free Book Online

my fault
the troia was barren.”
    The Don’s son shot out of his seat and
rushed forward, a look of pure hatred on his hard features. Unlike
his father, he was big and strong. He reminded me of a slimmer
version of Alberto, his face just as brutish.
    Christo stepped in front of
him. “Don’t react to his taunts, you’ll get your vengeance soon
enough.”
    “ I’m not taunting,” I
said, “I’m stating a fact. Angelica couldn’t bear
children.”
    Guido pointed at
me , his dark
eyes venomous. “You’re the sterile one. You couldn’t get my sister
pregnant, not the other way around.”
    “ Considering I’m a father, I
disagree.”
    “ You’re lying.”
    I shook my head, my heart heavy. “When I
was fifteen, I got a slave pregnant without realizing it. My father
found out when her new master bragged to a mutual friend about
selling a D’Angelo heir. He tortured the slave owner to find out
who the buyer was, but they used an untraceable alias.”
    Using his cane,
t he Don
Rosso headed my way. “Good. I want you to suffer like you made me
suffer.”
    “ I don’t understand why you’re
blaming me for Angelica’s death after all these years. You’ve never
asked for vengeance before, never even challenged me. You also
hugged me at the funeral.”
    “ I didn’t know it was your fault
back then .
Angelica’s maid came to me a week later with proof of what you’d
done to my daughter.”
    “ What proof?”
    “ She had a recording of you
saying the vilest of things to my sweet girl.”
    “ It was probably because she
wouldn’t leave me alone. She was too stupid to listen, and a
recording isn’t enough to validate your claim.”
    “ The maid spoke of other things
you did, of
you bringing slaves into your bed.”
    “ Only because your whiny
daughter made me soft.”
    The Don reached for his
gun.
    “ No!” Christo yelled, putting
his hands out. “Don’t make this easy on him. If you shoot him, he
won’t suffer.”
    “ Then start the fucking
torture!” the Don yelled, spit spraying from his mouth. He lifted
his cane and pointed it at me. “I want this Slavic scum to
suffer.”
    “ I’m not a Slav,” I
said.
    His eyes narrowed at me. “You
are. Your puttana of a mother got pregnant by her Croatian lover. You’re not
even full Italian, yet you think you can lead the five famiglie ? That was never going to happen.”
    I shook my head, not believing
him. “My
father wouldn’t have treated me with such love if that was
true.”
    Don Rosso lifted his chin up, his
expression triumphant. “It is true. That’s why he murdered your mother, burying her alive
with the body of your real father.”
    “ That means nothing. My mother
cheated. That’s why he killed her.”
    “ Only partly, you’re the rest of
the reason .”
    “ Stop trying to mindfuck me, it
won’t work.”
    “ Whether you believe me or not,
you still have Slavic blood flowing through your veins, of which will be
spilt today.” He headed over to his chair, his son helping him into
it.
    I turned to Christo. “Let’s get this over
with.”
    Christo smiled. “Oh, this isn’t
going to be quick; I can guarantee you that.”
    “ Fine, just cut Rita
down.”
    “ It’s Sophia, and she’s staying
there for now.” He pointed to a rope hanging several feet in front
of Rita. “You’re going to be tied up there so she can see
everything that happens to you. Now, strip.”
    “ Guess you’re a fenucca like your brother,
after all.”
    “ No, clothes will just get in the way for
what I have planned.”
    I unbuttoned and slipped my shirt off,
letting it fall to the ground, knowing I wouldn’t need it again. I
pushed my pants down along with my underwear, kicking everything
off. Once naked, I held my arms up to be tied to the
rope.
    Christo shook his head at me.
“I’ve never had someone so eager to be tortured.”
    “ The sooner I die, the
sooner you set Ri … Sophia free.”
    “ True. I just hope she loves you
enough to kill