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

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shitstorms, while all you care about is trying to look important,
whereas I know I’m important.”
    “ You’re not important; you’re a
smart ass who doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.”
    I glanced at the Padre and waggled my
tongue at him. “I would never be a smart ass around Darth
Fuckabutt.”
    “ Apologize!” Nino yelled,
looking like he was going to pop a few blood vessels.
    I extended my middle finger. “Sit on
this.”
    He raised his hand.
    “ You hit me, and you’ll end up
on your ass.”
    He lowered his hand, knowing full well I
could take him out with one kick.
    “ Your father would be upset with
how you’re treating the Padre .”
    “ Like hell, he called him
names too.”
    “ What about me then? He would
definitely be upset with the way you’re treating me. He said that if
anything happened to him and your grandfather then I would be the
next don of our famiglia. ”
    “ Don’t give me that shit. You’re
not good enough to be a don. You’re a weak shadow of my father’s
greatness, a faded carbon copy.”
    My uncle’s harsh expression wavered, the
pain in his blue eyes stark, the mention of his dead brother
hurting him as much as it did me. I may have been a cunt to my dad,
but I still loved him, and would’ve done anything for him as he
would have for me. Even though he hadn’t been around much when I
was a kid, he still visited and provided for me and my mom. He’d
sent me through private school, making sure I only had the best. It
was because I was his favorite bastard child, which was mainly due
to the fact I was the only blond in my family, something he
constantly bragged about. I looked like the “All American” boy next
door, someone who people trusted with a glance, my smile sweet and
my looks even sweeter. Of course, I used it to my full advantage,
fooling people into believing my sweet face meant I had a sweet
nature. Ha! No fucking way, even I thought I was a cunt, just a hot
one.
    Nino finally spoke, making his
voice assertive. “We are famiglia , we stick together.”
    “ Stop talking Italian shit to
me, I’m American, so no more familllllia talking; only speak to me
in Engleeeesh.”
    Nino shook his head. “Why don’t you go
back to your country if you hate it here so much?”
    “ I can’t, I need to help
the family.”
    “ Don’t lie; you’re only in it for
yourself.”
    I pointed to the Padre . “And he’s only in it for Jagger’s man cunt.”
    Nino threw his hands up in the
air. “I give up; I’m going back to Leonardo’s casa .”
    “ You mean house.”
    “ We’re in Italy, it’s a casa here!”
    “ Whatever. I’m outta of here.” I
headed for my car, not wanting to deal with him anymore. Plus, I
needed to take off just in case the Landi decided to swarm the
mountains. Even though I’d trekked quite a way, it was still a risk
staying here longer than was necessary.
    Footsteps followed me across the
gravel, making me turn around. The Padre was standing a few feet away, far too
close for my liking. “Back away from my butt, fucker.”
    He took a step back. “You’re a wicked
boy. You will burn in Hell if you don’t repent.”
    “ I may be wicked, but I’m a
saint in comparison to you.” I started ticking off my fingers.
“Rape. Kidnapping. Pedophilia. Laundering money. Impersonating a
priest. What else have you done? Oh, yeah, you destroyed our family
all because of your obsession with Jagger. So, where will all that
get you? In fucking heaven?”
    He scowled at me, making the
dark rings under his eyes worsen . “I wasn’t the reason our famiglia fell, and I repent
enough, and you should too.”
    “ How do you want me to repent?
Shall I get down on my knees and worship your mangled cock, while
you sprinkle me with your holy cum? Well, you’re shit out of luck, ‘cause I’m
an Atheist.”
    “ Don’t you dare speak to me like
that!”
    “ I can speak to you however the
fuck I like, and if you want to get your bum-boy back,