My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 14 Read Online Free PDF Page B

car. I climbed in, the Orsini having left the Landi
soldier cuffed to the wheel all night.
    He grunted in relief when I
uncuffed him. “I didn’t mind being left here for an hour, but not
the whole night,” he said, stretching his arms. “The bastardi could’ve at least
brought me a blanket. I was freezing.”
    “ It’s considerably better than
what they
wanted to do to you.”
    “ True,” he said, probably
realizing that meant a bullet in the head. “Though, we haven’t
attacked the Orsini—or even the Santini, so they shouldn’t be
violent towards me. They have no affiliations to the
Rosso.”
    “ The Santini have, hence why they were
careful with you, plus Valentino Pirelli’s car was bombed and he’s
a half-brother of the Santini.”
    “ I had nothing to do with the
bombing.”
    “ So, Pedro was responsible?”
    “ Whether he was or wasn’t, is
unimportant right now. We need to find your woman. What’s your plan
for the day?”
    “ You’re dropping me off at a
cottage I went to yesterday.”
    “ I have to stay with you,”
he said, starting the engine.
    “ Unless you want the Donatelli
to kill you, that’s not advisable.”
    He grimaced. “No, they will end up dying.”
    “ You can’t touch them or my
woman will be killed. I’m exchanging my life for hers.”
    “ Are you crazy? No woman is
worth dying for.”
    I smiled sadly. “This one
is.”
    He reversed the car onto the road. “So,
you’re going in without any backup?” he said, sounding
surprised.
    “ Sì .”
    “ No disrespect intended,
but that’s foolhardy.”
    “ If anyone follows me, my
woman will
be killed.”
    Th e soldier shook his head. “You’re
still mad.”
    “ No, not mad—just in love.”
     

 
    4
    RITA
    I lay on the ground, bound
like an
animal, the rope so tight it cut into my flesh. After Christo had
whipped my back yesterday, the muscular soldier had pulled me down.
I’d tried to stay awake, but had fallen asleep, exhaustion finally
getting the better of me.
    The sound of footsteps grabbed my
attention. The muscular soldier was walking towards me with Christo
shadowing him like the Grim Reaper, the psycho dressed in black.
The soldier bent down and cut away my rope. I still had the small
blade in my hand, the tape keeping it stuck to my palm. I just
hadn’t had the opportunity to use it, since I’d been wrapped up
tighter than a caterpillar in a cocoon.
    The soldier lifted me up, ordering me to
stand. Once I was on my feet, he tied my wrists to the rope hanging
from the rafter, leaving the rest of me unbound.
    Christo barked an order at him, “Hurry,
our guests will be arriving soon.”
    My eyes moved to the three chairs by the
horse stalls, which hadn’t been there last night.
    “ One for me, the others for Don
Luigi Rosso and his eldest son Guido,” Christo said, probably
noticing me looking at them. “They’re coming to watch your lover
die. They’ve waited a long time to see Frano pay for what he did to
Angelica.”
    “ I’ve told you enough times it
wasn’t Frano’s fault.”
    “ Saying it doesn’t make it true.
He killed her by treating her like vermin. Her father said she
loved Frano and couldn’t live with his hatred.”
    “ That’ s what happens when people are forced
into marriage.”
    “ My oldest brother had an
arranged marriage, and he never mistreated his wife even though she
was a vicious troia . In comparison, Angelica Rosso was a nice woman. She may
have been dumb as merda , but nonetheless, she was harmless. She didn’t deserve to
be verbally abused by Frano. He even brought slaves into their bed,
fucking them where she slept. He did everything to make her life
hell, and because of that she committed suicide. When those two
married, they were meant to make their famiglie stronger, but instead it turned the
Rossos against the D’Angelos. And unlike other famiglie , the Rossos are very patient
and cunning. They can wait for years before exacting revenge
without letting