My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 10 Stalked (3 page)

“
Was that the FBI?” he
asked.

“
Yes, they won’t storm the
house. Dan gave me the number of the man who is leading the team.
They are already here on the island.”

“
Did you find out anything
else?”

“
Dan knows I’m Sophia. He didn’t
say it, but I could tell by his voice that he was lying. And I
wasn’t told about Honey because they thought I was a mafia spy.
They didn’t suspect Matt at all.”

Frano breathed out. “Okay. I
need to call the Santini. Alessandro said his
famiglia
are refusing to back down to
the Landi. They are too hotheaded to listen to reason, though
luckily they have already gotten some of the Rossos off the
island.” He headed for the phone, muttering that Alessandro’s
oldest brother was now after Pedro Landi’s blood, because of the
death of Camila’s sister.

Understanding he was busy, I quickly got
dressed, enjoying the feel of the jeans and T-shirt against my
skin. Though, he’d failed to get me underwear, but regardless, it
was still a marked improvement.

He
placed the phone against his ear and
started talking to one of the Santini, trying to get a man called
Ricardo to back down for Alessandro’s sake as well as their own. I
indicated with my hand that I was going to leave the room. He
nodded as he continued to talk on the phone.

I opened the door. The guard pushed to his
feet, blocking my exit.

Frano covered the phone. “She
is
permitted
to roam the house freely,” he said to the guard.

On Frano’s orders,
t
he guard
let me out. I headed down the passage, realizing I’d forgotten to
ask where Honey was. But since Frano was busy, I decided it would
be better to ask Jagger instead,
because I also wanted to make sure that
things were settled between the two of us.

I stopped outside Jagger’s room and
knocked.

“
Who is it?” Jagger
answered.

“
Rita,” I replied, still
not comfortable with referring to myself as Sophia.

The door opened a moment later.
Jagger appeared
in front of me dressed in loose white pants and nothing
else. His hair was messy and his body was glistening with sweat,
the man looking divine. But nothing fluttered in my chest, my heart
now completely in Frano’s hands.

Jagger’s eyes narrowed at me. “Why are you
wearing clothes?” he snapped, his harsh tone taking me by
surprise.

“
Frano gave them to
me.”

He grabbed my arm and yanked me into his
bedroom, taking me by surprise again, his rough treatment not
something I had expected after we’d bonded in captivity. My eyes
shot to his bed. A naked woman was tied to it, with a ball gag in
her mouth.

I pulled my arm free from Jagger. “What
are you doing to her?!”

He flicked his tongue out. “I was
hungry so I ate some pussy.”

“
Is she a
slave?”

“
S
ì
,
and so are you.” He pushed me up against
the wall and kissed me hard, his grip on my shoulders
bruising.

I shoved him away.

He took a step back, his eyes flashing at
me. “Can’t I kiss my own woman?” he said, his voice dripping with
disdain.

“
I’m not your woman.”

“
You are. I own you.”

“
I am no one’s
property!”

He stepped closer, pressing his
body up against mine. “You’re wrong,
schiava
,” he growled.

The Italian word for
slave
shot through me,
reminding of Christo. I shoved Jagger harder, now angry enough to
hurt him. “Touch me one more time and
I’ll break your fucking
hand
.”

He sneered at me.
“I should punish
you for cheating on me, you lying
puttana
,” he spat. “You bedded Frano seconds
after I poured my heart out to you about the
Padre
.”

I went still, shocked he knew.
“
Neither of
us ever meant for it to happen
.”

“
Other things happened as
well
,” he
said, pain glossing over his eyes. “But you still have to pay for
it, like I did.”

“
What are you talking
about?”

“
Things that should stay in the
past.”

“
Why?”

“
You ask too many questions, and
just remember: everything that happened is your fault.”

I stiffened. “How is it my
fault?”

“
You lied and cheated on me!” he
yelled. He shook out his hands, looking like he was trying to calm
down. “But I can forgive and forget as long as you come back to
me.”

“
No, I love
Frano
.”

Jagge
r’s lips curled, making him appear
cruel. “You told me you loved me once. You screamed it when I
fucked you.”

“
I never had sex with
you
,” I
said, not believing him. I’d turned his advances down, going to
Frano’s room instead. I had given Frano my virginity as well as my
heart. I couldn’t have slept with Jagger after that, especially
since Frano had said he loved me in return.

“
You may not have given me your
virginity, but I
still had you.” He fondled his cock through his pants. “I
made you scream my name,
not
Frano’s.”

“
You’re lying,” I
said.

He stepped in close, his body a
whisper away from mine. Even
though I was dressed, he was making me feel naked
with the way he was looking at me. Frano was right: he was acting
strange. This wasn’t the Jagger I knew, or the slave trainer who
had slapped me, this was a totally different person: a stranger I
didn’t know, nor wanted to.

“
I’m not
lying,
” he
answered. “I’ve had my cock inside of you, filling you with my
seed.” The hate in his eyes disappeared, pain now replacing
it.

“
I don’t
remember.”

“
I don’t want you
to.”

“
Why?”

“
Because you’re a lying,
two-timing
troia
who didn’t give a shit about me. I told you what that
monster did to me, yet you ran to Frano. Didn’t you even consider I
would hear you two fucking?” His face twisted. “I don’t even know
why I still want you, because I don’t love you anymore. How could I
love someone who could betray me so easily? You’re as repulsive as
the
Padre
.”

“
I’m sorry,
” I said, guilt flooding me. “I
should’ve helped you.”

His lips twitched. “But you
didn’t. You were the only person I had the courage to tell, the
only person I didn’t think would look at me with disgust, yet you
did. You betrayed me in the worst possible way and while I was at
my lowest. Do you want to know what the
Padre
did to me that night after I told
you?”

I shook my
head
.

“
He raped me on my fucking
birthday! I tried to fight him, so he knocked me unconscious. I was
half his size! You could’ve stopped that from happening by telling
Frano instead of fucking him.”

I
placed my hands on his arms, wanting
to do what I should’ve done all those years ago: to give him
comfort and support.

He flung his arms out, knocking
my hands off him. “Don’t touch me unless you want me,
because
I
will hurt you ten times worse than what you did to me.”
His eyes flashed
angrily. “I will ruin you, so no one will ever want you
again.”

“
I never meant to hurt you,” I
said. “And it kills me knowing that I did.”

“
You paid
your dues, and I will make you
repay them again if you don’t leave this house at once.”

“
I can’t, we’re
trapped.”

“
I know a passageway out;
i
t’s in the
room next to Frano’s office. Leave through it or I will follow you
around wherever you go,
while contemplating different ways to hurt
you.”

“
Don’t threaten
me.”

“
I don’t threaten;
I fuck, because
that’s all I’m good for. The
Padre
made that clear, Honey made that clear, Bianca did
too, and so did that foul bastard Alberto. I was made for sex. I
know that now. But,
Sophia
,” he spat. “I won’t be used again.
I
will be doing the using from now on.
So, leave this house if you don’t want me to use you.”

“
Frano would never let you lay a
finger on me
.”

“
So, you need
Frano to fight your
battles?”

“
No.
I’m not the least bit frightened by
you.
You
won’t be able to take me down.”

“
You under
estimated me
before.”

“
I let you take me in New
York.”

“
I wasn’t referring to that.” He
smiled; the expression cruel. “Everyone underestimates me, but they
all pay for it. The
Padre
underestimated me and paid for it, like you did
too.”

“
What did you do to me,
Jagger?”

He touched his nose.
“That’
s for
me to know, and for you to eventually remember, and when you do,
remember that it was your fault.”

“
What was my fault?!” I
screamed in frustration.

“
Run before I fuck you
again.”
He
pushed down his pants and kicked them off, his cock fully
hard.

I backed up quickly, stopping at the door.
“What was my fault?” I said, grabbing the handle.

He stepped in close, plastering his body
against mine. I pushed him away and slapped his face hard, making
him laugh. Then before I could react, he grabbed and kissed
me.

I shoved him back again. “Stop it,
Jagger!”

The door flung
open
,
knocking me into Jagger’s arms. Frano stormed in. “Let her go!” he
hollered at Jagger.

Jagger clamped his arms around me, his
cock pressed hard into my stomach. “Leave the room, Frano; I’m
having some alone time with my girlfriend.”

I stomped my heel onto Jagger’s
foot, making him let go. He let out a holler and hopped back.
“You
troia
,” he spat.

Frano stormed up to him and punched him in
the face, knocking Jagger to the floor. Jagger brought a hand to
his mouth and laughed.

“
What the fuck is wrong
with you?!” Frano hollered at him, looking like he wanted to punch
him again.

Jagger spat out some blood.
“Everything.”

“
Just stay away from
my
woman!”

“
Your woman?” Jagger smiled, the
blood on his lips and chin making him look evil, or maybe it was
the maliciousness in his eyes. “You seemed to have failed to notice
she came to my room.” He touched his crotch, the movement
calculated, no doubt insinuating I wanted it.

Frano
clenched his hand, his arm tensing.
He looked like he was ready to let loose, but he remained rooted to
the spot. “Get it into your thick head she doesn’t want you, and if
you touch her again
I will add another family member’s name to my death
count.”

Jagger’s face twisted. “You
love
her
that much?”

“
S
ì
!
”

“
Well, you can have her then,
because all my love for her died when I heard you fucking
the
puttana
after I confessed to her what the
Padre
did to me. Just keep her away from me or I
might do something we’ll all regret.”

“
Then go to the
Padre
!” Frano snapped.

Jagger raised his eyebrows. “So, you want
me to walk into the arms of a monster, someone who ruined my life,
all because you want to fuck my whore of an
ex-girlfriend?”

“
I
will not have you speak to her that
way! And I sure as hell won’t allow you to threaten her. Leave
through the passage. Go get Thierry back if you can, or if you
don’t want to go near the
Padre
, head to New York. I will find a way to save
Thierry if you can’t.”

Jagger pushed
to his feet. “I
will get my brother back, and I will make that sick priest pay for
everything he has done. Then I will go to New York and get you more
whores to fill your bed.”

Frano’s whole body
vibrated
in
anger, but instead of attacking Jagger, he grabbed my arm and
pulled me out of the room. He closed the door behind us. “I told
you not to go near him,” he growled.