My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 15 "Finale" Read Online Free

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common. Sometimes extreme beauty can be a curse.”
    “You got that right,” the soldier
said, reentering the barn. Stopping behind Frano, Ercole pulled out a syringe
and placed it to Frano’s thigh.
    “What are you doing?!” I yelled at
him.
    “Sedating him, like Christo said.
It’ll just make him sleep.” He injected the syringe into Frano’s leg. Once
done, he focused on me, his stare intense.
    “What?” I said.
    “Nothing.” He pushed up and moved
behind me as Frano’s eyelids started to close, the sedative taking over.
    I glanced over my shoulder, seeing
Ercole pull out another syringe. “I don’t need an injection, I want to stay
awake.”
    “I don’t give a merda what
you want.”
    “What’s your problem with me? And
don’t say the pissing and name-calling. You were glaring at me well before
that.”
    “I don’t like you.”
    “You don’t know me.”
    He removed the syringe’s cap. “I
do, more than you realize. Two people I loved died all because they helped you.”
    “What the hell are you talking
about?”
    “Your foster parents. They were my auntie
and uncle.”
    My eyes widened. “That’s where I
heard your name. They mentioned you.”
    “And they’d still be alive and talking
about me if you didn’t run from your Russian lover . ”
    “I didn’t get them killed; they
died in a car crash, one that I was in.”
    “You were going up to their log
cabin that day.”
    “How do you know that?”
    “Because I sent the message that
warned them an assassin was coming. Do you know what the Black Russian does to
people who run from him?”
    “What?”
    “He kills them himself or orders
their hits. My famiglia get paid to protect people, some of them having
escaped the Black Russian. We relocate them, but he still manages to track some
of them down. One woman was shot in the head, another was killed in a car
explosion, and a man was stabbed to death, while he attempted to kill you by having
my uncle’s brakes cut.”
    “Your auntie and uncle didn’t
relocate me because of the Black Russian; they did it so Christo couldn’t find
me. Also, the brakes were perfectly fine when I left on that trip with them.”
    “Did you make a stop-off?”
    “Yeah, for lunch,” I stopped
talking, realizing someone could’ve tampered with the brakes.
    “It would’ve happened then,” he
said, confirming what I was thinking. “While you were eating, the assassin
would’ve been cutting your brake line.”
    My mind went to that day. I’d
walked out of the little restaurant with my foster parents and had gotten into the
car without a second thought, thinking we were just going on vacation. I
remembered my foster father smiling as he drove up the mountain, the smile
leaving his face as he headed down the other side, the brakes not working.
    “If your auntie and uncle helped
all those people escape the Black Russian,” I said, “he probably ordered the
hit for them. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
    “No, he wanted you dead,” Ercole
pushed the syringe into my leg, “which you will be soon.”
    “Are you poisoning me?”
    “No, I want you to see the Black
Russian again.”
    “Why?”
    “So you can kill him.”
    My eyelids drifted down, the
sedative starting to work. “I wouldn’t do that unless he hurt Frano,” I mumbled.
    “You won’t have a choice.”

 
     
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    JAGGER
    The head agent’s gaze returned to Teodora.
“Take her to one of the cells downstairs,” he said to the blond agent. “Find
out everything you can about the Spinelli; I want to know who’s controlling the
bomb and their location.”
    “I don’t know anything about it,”
Teodora said, looking terrified.
    “We’ll see about that.” He waved
his hand up in the air. “Take her.”
    The blond agent bent forward to
grab her. She screamed and latched onto Camila, who instantly wrapped her arms
around her niece, yelling at the man to back off.
    “Detach them!” the head