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

recover.”
    “I don’t really care.” The agent closed
the viewing window. A few seconds later, Sasha’s yells stopped.
    I walked over to the bed and kicked
off my shoes, climbing around Camila to lie down. She kicked off her shoes too and
lay down next to me, her face parallel with mine. “What do you think will
happen?” she asked.
    “They’ll eventually set you free,
possibly Teodora too, as long as she’s not involved in Rita’s case.”
    “What about you?”
    “They’ll take me back to America.”
    “I’ll find a way to keep you here.”
    “Don’t worry; I’ll be back in no
time. Despite what that stronzo said, they won’t be able to make
anything stick. I’ve experienced something similar and got off.”
    She placed her hand on mine. “Regardless,
if things do go wrong, my famiglia have FBI connections. Matteo wasn’t
the only plant.”
    “Who are your connections?”
    “Apart from the Spinelli, my nephew
Carmine.”
    “Another of Marco’s sons?”
    “No, he’s one of Nino’s.”
    “How can Nino have a kid old enough
to work in the FBI, he’s only forty?”
    “He got Carmine’s mother pregnant
when he was fourteen, which makes his son only a year younger than Matteo. Carmine’s
a thousand times nobler than that stronzo too. If anything, I don’t
understand why Christo prefers Matteo over Carmine. He would make a great Don.
He’s a good man, very respectful. But maybe that’s why: he’s good, unlike
Christo and Matteo. Anyway, he’ll help you if I ask him to.”
    “ Grazie for the offer, but
I’m sure I’ll be fine, though thank Christ Frano sold those slaves in time.”
    “ Sì , that was fortunate.”
    “I just hope the Landi disposed of
Honey properly.”
    Her face dropped.
    “Oh, merda , I’m sorry, I
shouldn’t have mentioned her.”
    She shook her head. “I don’t
deserve any consideration. If anything, I deserve to be locked away for the
rest of my life for what I did to her.”
    “If she was still alive, they
would’ve had something on me, so you saved my neck.”
    She didn’t respond, her expression still
troubled.
    “Look, she’s gone; you can’t do
anything about it. Plus, it was an accident, so stop beating yourself up over
it.”
    “It wasn’t an accident,” she
gritted out, “I murdered her.”
    “Okay, maybe accident was
the wrong word to use, but I still consider what you did as self-defense, like
what I did with the soldiers.”
    “That’s not the same; Honey didn’t
try to kill me.”
    “She could’ve gotten you killed if
she talked, and with the way she was obsessing over me, I’d say she would’ve. She
would’ve viewed you as competition, one that needed to be eliminated. And if
she was still alive, I would either be going to jail for a very long time, or
I’d still be upstairs drugged and controlled by her.”
    Camila nodded, although she still
looked upset.
    “At least you feel guilt,” I said.
“I felt nothing killing those soldiers or the sleazy cazzo at the House
at Whores. I would also feel nothing if I killed those FBI agents. It just
shows you’re more human than me.”
    She pulled a face. “Human? That
sounds ridiculous.”
    “No, it’s true. My humanity has literally
been fucked right out of me. Because of it, my thoughts and feelings aren’t
right. I feel at the wrong times, and often too much, while other times I don’t
feel at all. I don’t know if that makes sense, but I don’t think anything about
me does. Sometimes I feel like I’m disconnected from my body, looking down upon
myself. Often, I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t, as though I’m dreaming.
Then someone tells me I did something and I realize it wasn’t a dream. It’s
been getting worse lately.”
    She frowned. “Like in the gym?”
    “I think that was brought on by the
drugs Honey slipped into my food, but it’s basically like that.”
    “You’ve suffered a lot of trauma.
That could’ve caused it.”
    “Probably. I used to