My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Ep. 6 Consequences Read Online Free PDF Page A

boy.”
    “ I’m not a boy, and I’ll speak
to you however I damn well please, freak.”
    His jaw tightened for a moment, then a
smile broke through, the tilt of his lips telling me he had a
snappy comeback. “I’m happy you missed the shot,” he
said.
    Well, that was lame. Still, it
pissed me off, because I never missed, especially a shot that meant
something to me. I had liked Frano when I had worked for him, not
romantically of course, since I was hot for his brother. He was
just easy to get along with, but now that he’d destroyed my family
I fucking despised him—unlike the priest, who for some God forsaken
reason still liked the bastard. It was probably because he wanted
to fuck him. Christ, he was fucked in the head. Yeah, Frano was
hot, but still, the Padre really was a warped prick. The shit that came out of his
mouth made me want to lock him up in the local loony bin. My late
grandfather should never have gotten him released, since everything
that had gone wrong was due to the Padre’s sick obsession with Jagger. If anything, I
wouldn’t mind killing him myself, because just looking at him made
me want to throw-up in my mouth, but I figured I better not piss
off his twin brother. Unlike the Padre, Christo was my favorite relative. My other
uncle was someone who knew what he wanted and took it without all
the weird shit that came with his perverted twin.
    “ I did tell you that
Go d wouldn’t
allow you to harm Frano,” the Padre said. “He doesn’t deserve to fill a grave; he
deserves to be filled with—”
    “— your c um?” I said, smirking.
    He glared at me. “No, love . That poor boy will be suffering because of his brother’s
death.”
    “ So, you show him sympathy, but
give me none?” I said, wanting to punch him, the prick pissing me
off.
    “ What Frano feels is brotherly love, not
the lust you felt.”
    “ It wasn’t just lust, it was
love! I loved Alberto, but of course you wouldn’t know what love
means, all you know is your sick rape fantasies, you warped
bastard.”
    The Padre’s face blackened. “Watch your mouth,
young man.”
    “ Or what? You’ll fill it
with love ?” I said, pretending to wank.
    “ What is your problem with
me?”
    “ You repulse me. And don’t even
think about coming near my
ass ; I
wouldn’t put it past you to fuck a relative.”
    “ Matteo! Show some respect,”
Nino snapped. Looking angry, he pushed out of his car and stuffed
his phone into his pocket. My uncle Nino was forty and resembled a
younger version of my dead father, just without the salt and pepper
hair and beard, his pure black hair coming straight out of a
bottle.
    I sneered at Nino. “Darth Pedophile
doesn’t deserve respect; he deserves a straightjacket, or a huge
lightsaber rammed up his ass so he knows how it feels.”
    Nino stormed up to me, looking like he
wanted to slap the respect he spoke about into me. But he kept his
hands to himself, since he needed me more than I needed him. He
didn’t have the skills to shoot, nor the ability to bullshit people
like I did. All he could do was lick pussy and push out his chest,
trying to show how much of a man he was.
    I straightened to my full height, which
was five inches taller than Nino, purposely looking down on him. He
was about five-foot-nine and stocky as hell, but not as stocky as
the priest, who looked like he was in training for the
weight-lifting team with his mother of a neck. The dude really was
a freak.
    “ Uncle Nino, ” I said, “you need to remember
who’s running this show, and if you want all of our family back, do
as I say.”
    “ You arrogant little
shit; I’m
the head of the famiglia until Christo returns—not you.”
    “ Believe whatever the hell you
like, but I’m not stepping down until the uncle with balls shows
up.”
    “ That’s why
you’ ll never
be Don. You have no respect for anyone.”
    “ I do for Christo, but you and
the fake priest don’t deserve my respect. All he does is