My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 10 Stalked (8 page)

He
pushed away from Honey and stalked towards me, making me back up
quickly, the anger on his face taking me by surprise, although it
shouldn’t have, because he was unpredictable.

He
grabbed the sheet and ripped it as I clung to it, exposing my
breasts. “Drop the fucking sheet!”

“
No!”

He
pushed me onto the bed, making me yell out. Climbing on top of me,
he grabbed one of the cuffs and attached it to my right
wrist.

“
Jagger!” I yelled. “No!”

He
stopped, but not because of what I was saying. Honey had launched
herself onto his back, screaming at him like she’d lost her mind.
He swung around, knocking her to the floor. Looking scared, she
scrambled to her feet. She probably thought Jagger had been raping
me, and right now I bet he was glaring at her for daring to touch
him, the man tensing like a bull ready to charge.

She
turned and ran for the door. He bolted after her, knocking her into
the wall. She cried out, then was swung around.

He
clamped a hand over her mouth. “I was going to help you, but I’m
sick of looking at you and your big eyes. I want you gone, Honey,
because you make me fucking soft.” He pushed his groin into her.
“See, not even a twitch.”

“
Jagger! Let her go,” I yelled, upset he was being so cruel.
The poor woman was crying her eyes out. I reached towards the
bedside cabinet, wanting to grab the key to the cuffs, but the damn
thing was just outside of my reach.

He
stepped back from Honey. “Kneel in front of me,” he
said.

She
lowered herself to her knees.

“
Take my cock in your mouth and clean Camila off
me.”

Honey shook her head, her horrified expression making me want
to slap the
bastardo
. “Jagger, leave her alone!” I yelled.

He
ignored me and took a hold of Honey’s hair. “Take my cock inside
your mouth.”

She
shook her head, then gasped, Jagger no doubt pulling her
hair.

“
Do as you’re told,” he growled.

She took
a hold of his cock.

“
Jagger!” I yelled. “Put it in my mouth, I’ll clean it.” He
turned to look at me. I licked my upper lip in response. “Bring me
your cock, I’ll service you,” I said, wanting to spare Honey, the
woman completely distraught.

He focused on my mouth, his eyes glazing over. He let go of
Honey’s hair and walked towards me, my gaze locking onto his
hardening cock. It looked like I obviously did it for him,
something that still surprised me, considering how much of a
bastardo
he’d been to
me.

A second
later, I realized my mistake of calling him over as Honey pushed to
her feet. “Rita was right!” she yelled. “You were using me! It was
you who stole Jagger from me! You’re the reason he doesn’t want me.
You were just pretending to want the Don, so you can have my
Jagger. Well, once the Don hears of this you will be thrown back
into the cell.” She turned to the door and opened it.

Jagger
took off after her, both of them disappearing out the door. Jagger
yelled at her, then Honey screamed, followed by a bang.

Now
panicked, I stretched for that key, grunting as my fingertips
brushed it. I stretched more, the pull on my arm painful, but I
managed to get a hold of it. I quickly unlocked the cuff, and
jumped off the bed. I picked up Jagger’s pants and pulled them on,
my ones lying cut up on the floor, Jagger having completely
destroyed them. Once the drawstring was done up, I grabbed a
T-shirt off a cabinet and slipped it on, then raced out of the
room, finding Jagger at the top of the staircase. He was looking
down at a motionless Honey, who was sprawled out across the landing
with her eyes closed. A Landi soldier was kneeling beside her,
talking into a radio, asking for help. On either side of me, people
were appearing from their bedrooms, both Frano and Alessandro
racing over. Alessandro let out a dismayed shout, then ran down the
staircase to Honey, yelling at the guard to back off as though it
was the man’s fault. The soldier started talking to Alessandro,
settling him down.

Frano
turned to Jagger, not even blinking at his nudity. “What
happened?”

“
She fell down the staircase.”

“
I can see that, but why?”

“
Because I didn’t give a fuck about her and told her
so.”

“
You said you would help her.”

“
I was
sick of her showing up in my
room. I yelled at her, so she ran and fell. End of story.” He
turned and headed into his room, slamming the door shut behind
him.

In turn,
Frano descended the staircase, going to Alessandro’s
side.

Another door opened a few down from me. A blonde woman with a
bandage across her nose stepped out. Pure unadulterated hatred
raced through my body as I recognized Bianca D’Angelo, the woman
who was responsible for both my father’s and oldest brother’s
deaths. I rushed at her, wanting to kill the murdering
troia
. The woman let out
a startled cry as I bashed into her, taking her down. I started
punching her, letting loose all of my pent up rage, not only over
the deaths of my father and brother, but also my sister’s. Too many
people I loved had been taken from me, and right now Bianca was
going to be the one who would pay for it.

Someone
grabbed my hair from behind and wrench my head back, making me
scream out in pain. A second later, an arm locked around my neck
and yanked me off Bianca. Before I could do a thing, the person
pushed me face first into the floor and ground a knee against my
back, making me scream louder.

“
I
could snap your neck in a second,
bitch,” a female voice said, making me realize my attacker was
Rita. “And if you touch Bianca again, I will do it.” She pushed off
me as Frano shouted at her.

I turned around and stared up at Rita from the floor. She
glared down at me with such hatred I knew in that moment she was
capable of killing me. The woman was no longer FBI, but pure
mafioso
. Her attention
moved to Frano as he helped me up.

“
What the hell is wrong with all you women?!” he
snapped.

“
Camila attacked Bianca.” Rita turned to help a bleeding
Bianca get to her feet. The blonde murderess was crying, but not
enough in my opinion.

I went
for Bianca again, knowing that Rita couldn’t hurt me with Frano
here, but to my surprise she did. I let out a startled yelp as Rita
grabbed my shoulders and shoved me face first into the wall. She
put a hand to my neck, making me scream out to Frano, terrified she
was going to snap my neck like she’d said.

“
Rita!” Frano grabbed her wrist and yanked her away from
me.

I turned
around and put my hands to my throat. “She was going to kill me,” I
coughed, the woman’s handprints no doubt coloring my
skin.

“
Without a doubt,” Rita snarled.

Frano
wrapped his arms around her, stopping her from attacking me again.
“Just calm down.”

Rita’s
furious eyes remained on me. “I warned her not to touch
Bianca.”

I
pointed at Bianca. “She murdered my father and brother. I want her
out of this house. Now!”

“
Not happening, Camila,” Frano said.

I focused on him. “Did you not hear me? She murdered
my
famiglia
!”

“
I heard you, but she is part of my
famiglia
.” He let go of Rita and
moved up to me, putting his face in front of mine. “Which you are
not—yet,” he whispered. “And I’m getting sick of hearing you make
demands, especially when your life is hanging on the
line.”

I glared
at him, aware of the guard further down the corridor as well as the
other one helping Honey. The woman was now moaning, obviously not
dead. “Let’s talk about this in a room, not out here.”

Frano
reached out and opened the door on my right. He placed a hand on my
back and pushed me inside. Rita followed us into the room, closing
the door behind us.

“
I need to speak to Frano
alone
,” I snapped at her.

She
crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall. “Fuck
you, it’s not happening.”

“
Then don’t interfere.” I refocused on Frano. “And if you want
my money, then I suggest you keep me alive, because I know you are
lying to me, Frano.”

“
About what?” he asked.

“
Everything.” I threw a glare at Rita. “And right now, I’m not
willing to pretend anymore. I thought I was able to until Jagger
taught me a lesson on what I can and cannot have.”

Frano
frowned. “What lesson?”

“
He told me you were playing me, that I was your pretend
fiancé, and it’s pretty obvious that you love Rita, or whatever the
hell her name is.”

His jaw
clenched.

“
You should thank him,” I said. “I understand you lied to keep
me alive, as well as to get my
famiglia
’s money. But you lied to
Pedro Landi. Even though he’s your friend, a lie like that can
damage your relationship significantly, and with the death of his
daughters he won’t be the same rational man you’re used
to.”

“
Get to your point.”

“
You need to keep him as an ally and I need you to keep me
alive. So, I’m willing to pretend you love me and not that
troia
behind you, but on
one condition: We will still get married, but instead of having
your baby, I will have Jagger’s.”

He
spluttered. “What?”

“
I went in to get Teodora away from Jagger. He let her go, but
rushed me.” I cocked my head to see his reaction. “He turned me on
considerably so I ended up willingly fucking him.”

His
eyebrows shot up. “You what?”

“
Honey caught us in bed and ran. That is why she fell down the
staircase. She was upset. So, here’s the deal: We get married by
the end of the week as instructed by Pedro, but I get to sleep in
Jagger’s bed, while you can have your wrench in yours. In exchange
for your hand in marriage, you will get my
famiglia
’s money. Though, I will
still get a say in how the businesses are run. And lastly, Bianca
will leave this house. I don’t care where the murdering
troia
goes, just as long
as I don’t have to look at her or I promise you: I will kill
her.”

“
I care for her more than you.”

My
jaw clenched, my pride and heart
hurting, because although I was brokering this deal, I still wanted
him, and to hear he didn’t give a
merda
about me stung. “You care more
about money,” I finally said, “and the Donatelli banks hold
approximately seventy million dollars, while my
famiglia
’s businesses are worth up
to a hundred million. In turn, you moving Bianca to a different
household will cost no more than a taxi ride.”

“
We’re trapped in here.”

“
Get her out
somehow. I don’t care how, but get her out. Send her to the
Santini; they seem to be suckers for damsels in
distress.”

“
The Santini
are fighting a war.”

“
They own a
fortress. Send her there and I’ll sign whatever you want,” I said,
knowing I would only to a certain degree. Though, I would find a
way to twist his balls away from that FBI
troia
and right back into my mouth,
because he was mine. And so was Jagger now. I wanted one to marry
and fuck, and the other to fuck whenever I wanted to. Just the
thought of Jagger inside of me made my pussy tighten.
Sì
, I wanted them both,
and I was going to achieve that.

“
Okay,” he
said.

I looked
over at Rita, who, if looks could kill, I would be hung, drawn, and
quartered. The woman truly wanted Frano, and I couldn’t blame her,
because I did too, although now I had another man that interested
me.

“
Buono
, now go sort out
Bianca
. Please
,”
I added the last word, so he didn’t get his pride in a twist. Frano
always had to be in control; otherwise he blew his fuse, another
reason why we often butted heads. Whereas Jagger… He was very
interesting, going between being a control freak to a submissive
pussy cat. It got me wet just thinking about his submissive side. I
could make him do so much if I controlled him right.

“
I will have to speak to Alessandro first to see if his
famiglia
will take
Bianca,” Frano said.

“
Frano!” Rita snapped. “This is Bianca’s home, not
Camila’s.”

“
She may be
famiglia
, but I hold no love for
her,” he said. “And if anything, it’s best that she is away from
Jagger if he’s going to be fucking Camila. Honey is already hurt
because of jealousies, but knowing Bianca, it will result in death.
She’s already killed for Jagger. It’s safer if she’s out of
here.”