My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 13 Read Online Free Page B

captured as well as
Alessandro. Which meant I didn’t have a chance with him; and after
being fawned over by the Padre , I no longer cared. And right now, if I had to choose
between them, it would be the Padre.
    I swore, knowing my head wasn’t
right . This
man had ruined lives, in particular my brother’s. I lowered the
pillow for a third time, willing myself to suffocate
him…
    But I couldn’t do it!
    I threw the pillow at the wall, screaming
out in rage. The door opened, stilling me. One of the Donatelli
soldiers poked his head inside. “Why are you making noise?” he
barked.
    “ I-I’m upset t-the Padre is hurt,” I
stammered out, the man scaring me. He reminded me of Alberto with
his fat stomach and apish face, not to mention he always leered at
me. I wished they had put one of the other soldiers on the
door—anyone but him.
    The soldier grinned, his dark eyes nasty.
“You should be, fenucca , because if he dies, you die too.” His grin widened. “But
only after I fuck your girlish cunt.”
    I blanched, knowing he meant
it .
    He closed the door, his
laughter still reaching me. I turned to the Padre , now having an even bigger reason
not to kill him. I pulled up the sheet to his chin, then went and
sat down on the chair, my fear growing by the second. Although
the Padre ’s wound wasn’t dire, he could still die from other things.
After all, he was in his mid-forties.
    Noise came from the
passageway ,
then the door swung open. The doctor who’d patched up the Padre walked into the
room. His hair and eyes were gray while he had a haughty
expression, which turned to disdain whenever he looked at
the Padre . Although he didn’t appear to like the Padre , he was close to Christo, the two
having embraced each other like long lost brothers. Though, I
didn’t think they were, since they looked nothing alike. The doctor
had more refined features, which looked aristocratic, while Christo
was a hard-looking man, much more so than his twin.
    The doctor stopped in front of me. “I
didn’t have time to ask before, but do you know who I
am?”
    I shook my head, never having seen him
before.
    “ Good, and if you tell anyone
about me helping the Padre , I will kill you and everyone you love. So, purge me from
your memory.”
    My eyes widened. “I won’t say a
word.”
    “ Bene. Now, you and the Padre need to leave the island.”
    “ Where will we be
going?”
    “ Russia.”
    “ Why there?”
    “ The Black Russian has agreed to
accommodate you.”
    My eyes widened. “No, no, you
can’t send me to him; he has a vendetta against my family.”
    “ He has no vendetta against you,
only the D’Angelo Don.”
    “ But he’s a sex
fiend.”
    The doctor laughed. “And
the Padre isn’t?”
    “ The Black Russian is worse.
I’ve heard horror stories about him. He drinks his lovers’ blood
like a vampire and tortures them.”
    “ The drinking of blood is a
myth.”
    “ And the
torture?”
    “ Unfortunately, that’s
real.”
    “ Th-then do-don’t send me
there.”
    “ Truly, there’s no need to
worry. The Black Russian respects ownership rights. He will not
touch you unless the Padre gives him permission, and from what I’ve been
told, the Padre rarely shares his lovers. Now, I have a question for you.
Christo noticed that the soldier guarding your door was looking at
you in a sexual manner earlier. Has the man threatened
you?”
    I nodded. “He said he’d fuck me
before killing me if the Padre dies. He also won’t stop leering at
me.”
    “ I can make that stop.” He opened the
door, his gaze landing on the soldier. “Please come
inside.”
    The soldier walked in, his face impassive,
which it usually was when someone else was around.
    The doctor walked to the wooden cabinet and
pulled out a syringe. “Take a hold of the boy,” he said without
looking at the soldier.
    The soldier grabbed me, making me shriek.
He pulled me to his body and wrapped his arms around me, locking me
in place.
    The doctor