My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions (9 page)

T
he front door opened, snapping me out of
ecstasy. I looked up as Christo entered the house, his gaze
instantly going to what I was doing to Matteo. His face fell.
Horrified, I quickly pulled out of our nephew and scrambled to my
feet as my brother rushed forward. He dropped to his knees and
checked Matteo’s pulse, the relief on his face telling me I hadn’t
killed the boy. He then rose and stepped over Matteo, his fury
directed at me.

I
took a step back. “All is not what it
appears to be, brother.”

He pointed at me, his blue eyes
flashing with anger. “
The hell it’s not! You were raping our
nephew!”

“
I had only just entered
him.”

“
As if that makes it
alright?!”

“
No
, I allowed the Devil to whisper into
my ear.” I knelt down in front of my brother and bowed my
head.

“
What the fuck are you
doing?!” he yelled.

I
raised my eyes to him. “I am awaiting
punishment.”

“
I cannot punish you, you know
that, but you’ve taken your lust for Matteo too far this time. You
must leave the house.”

I shook my head. “I need to be with
you.”

“
Not when it endangers
Matteo.”

“
Then take away the temptation.
Send him far from me, because I cannot control myself around him
any longer.”

“
I need him at my side; he is to
be the don after I die.”

“
You’re not going to die,
Christo.”

“
Everyone dies, my death will
just be sooner, which is all the more reason why I need Matteo at
my side, so I can have him take over.”

“
I should be at your side, not
him.”

“
I wanted you on
my left and Matteo
on my right, but you have now made that impossible. I will make
sure Matteo doesn’t take retribution, but in return you need to
leave.”

“
The only way I’ll leave your
side is when one of us is burning in Hell.”

Christo breathed out, his
expression
a
mixture of upset and frustration. “I fear for you when I am
gone.”

“
I fear for myself
every
day.”

He
wiped his face, looking at me in
despair. I had failed him, I knew that, and I would fail him again
and again, because the evil within me was too strong.

“
I may not leave,” I said, “but
I will stay away from Matteo, and once I have Gabriel and his
brother, I will not touch Matteo again. I promise.”

“
You may mean the promise
now, but as soon as lust takes over you, everything is
forgotten.”

“
I cannot give you
more.”

Noise came from behind Christo. He turned
as Matteo pushed to his feet, looking dazed and wobbly. His bottom
half was still naked while blood dripped from his brow. He brought
a hand to his injured head, and looked around the lounge, his eyes
moving from Christo to me. For a moment he just stared, then
something sparked within those magnificent eyes. The fury quickly
spread across his face, promising death. I had touched a demon and
his fire was about to burn me.

Before I could blink, he rushed forward.
Christo spun around and shoved him back with such force that Matteo
was lifted off his feet. My brother was a vicious fighter; someone
who even Matteo couldn’t compete with, his skills forged in the
military, the battlefield his playground.

Matteo crashed to the floor, the boy
crying out in pain.

“
You will not
touch my brother,”
Christo said, his voice eerily calm.

Matteo pushed to his
feet
, the
pain etched into his features not giving me joy. “He raped me! I
want his head!”

“
Which you deserve, but I cannot
give you justice when it concerns my brother. So, for your own
safety, you must leave this house.”

“
Are you threatening
me?!”

“
The threat does not come from
me. I know my brother all too well, and once he’s marked a boy he
won’t stop until they are his, which means he will keep coming
after you. So, after the party you must find somewhere else to
stay.”

“
He attacked me, yet I get
punished?” Matteo said, staring at Christo in disbelief.

“
It’s not a punishment; it’s for
your own protection.”

“
I can’t leave; you said you
would teach me to become the next don.”

“
My intention in regards to that
has not changed, and I will do everything in my power to help you
become what you aspire to be. But, understand this, if it comes
down to you and my brother, I will always choose my brother, no
matter who is right or wrong.”

Matteo swore at Christo, then swiped up
his jeans and stormed into his room, slamming the door so hard it
cracked.

Christo
turned back to me. “Stay away
from him at the party. Don’t even breathe within his vicinity. I
will make sure he stays away from you too. Then once he gets his
soldier, he will be too preoccupied to do anything.”

I nodded.

“
And once you get Jagger’s
brother—”

I cut him off.
“Gabriel’s
brother.”

“—
you won’t want Matteo anymore,”
he continued.

I nodded, hoping that
was
true.

***

I
entered the Rosso house, the venue
for the party. It wasn’t their living quarters, but a two-storied
farmhouse in the middle of nowhere—which was absolutely perfect for
a massacre.

I
smiled, not because of the death to
come, but because I was looking forward to meeting Gabriel’s
brother. I hoped he looked like a younger version of Gabriel,
because I missed that phase in Gabriel’s life. Although I hadn’t
lost my lust for Gabriel, he’d fought less when he was younger, was
more malleable, well, up to the point he’d taken a knife to me. I
pushed that memory from my mind, because he’d received his
punishment. The torture I’d reaped upon him after his capture was
complete. Now, I just wanted him back, so I could enjoy his
company, among other more pleasurable things.

Excited to meet another
angel,
I
walked over to the plastic covered couch, a telling sign, and sat
down, watching as the Rossos got the party ready. As far as I knew,
Christo wanted to play with the Landi guests, making them think it
was a real party. Plus, unbeknownst to the Rossos, he was setting
them up. It wasn’t something I agreed with, considering the
Rosso
famiglia
were helping us, but Christo had said it was necessary to
start the war between the
mafioso
families. I had asked more questions about how
that would happen, but Christo declared it was a special surprise,
making a zipping motion over his mouth. I didn’t like surprises,
especially Christo’s.

A Daughter of Eve
walked over and sat
down next to me. She was wearing a tight black excuse for a top
that showed far too much of her horrid bosom. She also had on a
very short skirt to tempt my brethren. “Put some clothes on,
demon,” I said. “You are half naked.”

Her heavily
made-
up eyes
widened. “Don’t be rude.”

“
I am speaking the truth, and
it’s
you
who are being rude. How dare you walk around these young
men dressed like a
puttana
?”

“
I am not dressed like a
whore!”

“
You are in God’s eyes and
he will punish you for it when your time is due.”

She stood up.
“You’
re a
horrible man!”

One of the Rosso men stopped
walking past and
grabbed the girl by the arm, yanking her away from me.
“That’s the
Padre
,” he hissed. “I warned you not to go near him.”

Her eyes widened even
more
, almost
swallowing her face. “But, he’s not wearing priest’s
clothes.”

“
Because he can’t wear
them
here,
stupido
. The Landi will instantly recognize him.” The man shoved
her towards the kitchen, almost knocking the girl over. He turned
to me and bowed. “Apologies,
Padre.
”

I smiled up at the Rosso
man
, taking
note that he would be spared, plus he was attractive, his face
nicely shaped. “
Grazie
,” I said to him.

He nodded and walked off. I watched as
they continued to set up the party. A much better dressed Daughter
of Eve placed a bowl of potato crisps in front of me. I leaned over
and took some, enjoying the activity. The front door opened,
capturing my attention. A group of girls walked in, some of them
from church. They were Rosso Daughters of Eve. I was surprised that
they had come, because the massacre would scar those
demons.

One of
the demons called Gianna hollered,
“Matteo!” He appeared from a room, looking sullen until he clapped
eyes on her. He walked over to Gianna giving her a hug, making me
wonder how he knew her.

Don’t be jealous, he
w
ould never
be interested in her, he’s unnatural
.

She took a hold of his
face
, making
my back stiffen with anger. She said something I couldn’t hear, the
concern on her face probably in regards to his injuries. He had a
black eye and a bandage on his forehead, the last one caused by me.
Matteo glanced over his shoulder at me, the promise of death within
his eyes confirming my thoughts about what she had
asked.

My attention
shifted away from
him as some men entered the house, along with a few teenage boys,
making me sit up in excitement, the Rossos not bad looking. In
fact, a few of them were very handsome. I smiled at two who walked
my way: eighteen and seventeen-year-old brothers from memory. The
younger of the two stopped next to me, his skinny physique
reminding me of when Jagger was young. He had black hair that
curled around his ears and almond-shaped eyes, making me imagine
how they would look in the throes of orgasm.

“
Are you Christo?”
he
asked.

“
No, I’m the
Padre
,” I said, patting the seat. “Sit
next to me.”

He blanched and scurried off, making me
laugh. No doubt the boy had been warned about me, but it didn’t
matter, the men needed to watch themselves too, because I didn’t
discriminate between ages. Anyone that caught my eye was branded
with my lust.

One of the Rossos headed for
me, a big man who reminded me of Alberto, which meant he was
safe
from my
unnatural lust. And anyway, he was the son of Luigi Rosso, not
someone I would touch, because Luigi was a very vengeful man, and a
crafty one at that.

“
It’s time to hide,
Padre
,” he said. “The Landi are coming.”

I nodded and got up, heading for the room
with the hole in the door, so I could spy on the activity without
being spotted. I closed the door and sat down on the chair, placing
my right eye to the hole. I watched as the Rossos did their thing.
Christo was upstairs, resting. After we had arrived at the house,
he fell ill, so had gone to lie down. Anyway, the Rossos or Matteo
would get him when it was time. I searched for Matteo, realizing
he’d disappeared. I wondered where he had gone.

The doorbell
cut off that
thought, causing me to buzz with excitement. The oldest Rosso
brother went to answer it. A few seconds later, the first Landi
demon crossed the threshold. The oldest daughter entered with a
large male, the scar above his eye telling me it was the one Matteo
lusted after. Far too brutish in my opinion. I tsked the boy’s
taste. I never understood why Matteo lusted after ugly men, though,
that was a bit harsh of an assessment for the soldier, because he
was good-looking in a rough manner. Plus, he was built, much more
muscular than Alberto had been, and he did carry an air of danger.
It was probably what aroused my nephew. I wanted to kill the
soldier for it.

My gaze moved to another bodyguard, who
was shadowing two more Daughters of Eve, the girls having someone
in between them... I inhaled sharply, the sight before me stilling
my heart. An angel emerged from the evil surrounding him, the boy
just like my Gabriel: immaculate. He turned to look my way,
focusing on someone near my door. He smiled, the expression
lighting up his angelic face. He was definitely Gabriel’s brother,
the resemblance astonishing. He was thinner than him, had brown
hair instead of black, but he was perfect nonetheless.

He was directed to the
couch
I had
been sitting on only a few short moments ago. The two ugly sisters,
who were fawning over him, sat down on either side of the boy,
making me want Christo to start with them. The oldest daughter
looked around the room, as though she was searching for someone,
her face a little disappointed. She spoke into her bodyguard’s ear.
He nodded, and walked up to a Rosso, asking him something. The
Rosso pointed to the back of the house. The guard indicated for the
oldest daughter to go with him, the two disappearing out of my line
of vision.