Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 15 "Finale" by Marita A. Hansen

I was in Russia, and since money talks, I was able to
track him down easily.” He flicked a hand at one of his guards. “Get Christo.”
    The man disappeared out of the
room.
    The Black Russian took a step closer
to Jagger. “State your price. One night. A room full of blondes and me.”
    “No, he’s mine,” Camila snapped.
    The Black Russian’s eyes moved to
her. “Donatelli. Pretty like your sister. You can have her back if you join the
orgy.”
    Camila’s eyes widened.
    The Black Russian flashed his teeth,
making him look even more sinister. Noise came from the passageway, grabbing
his attention. A guard prodded Christo inside the room with his machine gun.
Christo’s eyes shot to the Black Russian. He went for him, but the Black
Russian moved faster. He whipped around, attacking Christo with a roundhouse
kick. It struck Christo’s stomach, lifting him off his feet. He flew backward,
crashing to the floor. He grabbed his stomach and rolled onto his side,
spitting out blood onto the carpet.
    “Oh, how the mighty have fallen,”
the Black Russian said. “But only you have yourself to blame for that, Christo.
You tried to negotiate with me. I don’t negotiate, I take. You also killed a
good transporter. I liked Sophia’s father, he was efficient. My transporters since
him haven’t been as good. I’ve had to kill a few because of it. Such a nuisance
since I don’t like interviewing new employees.”
    Looking agonized, Christo struggled
to his feet. “You betrayed me,” he spat, his face beetroot red.
    “And you’re surprised? Really,
Christo, I thought you would’ve been more prepared after I duped you the first time.”
    “Just give me my brother and nephew
back.”
    “No.”
    “I did everything you asked.”
    “Which is why I won’t kill you,
plus I don’t like killing friends, and despite what has happened, I still consider
you one.”
    “Friends don’t betray one another.”
    “If you don’t want to be my friend,
just say so, then I can kill you. So, are you my friend?”
    Christo grimaced. “ Sì .”
    “I’m happy to hear that, and since
I have no further use for you, you can leave whenever you please.”
    “What?” Christo said, looking stunned.
    The Black Russian pointed to the
door. “My guards won’t stop you.”
    “You’re tricking me again. As soon
as I walk out that door, I’ll get shot in the back.”
    “On my sister’s life, I promise I
will allow you to walk free. I have no desire to kill you; your cancer will do
that.”
    “No!” I yelled out. “Kill him now.
He murdered my parents. You should show my father some loyalty.”
    The Black Russian turned to me. “I’ve
known Christo longer than I knew your father, so I don’t think so.”
    “He could take revenge on you.”
    “He’s not capable; his sickness has
made him weak.”
    “I don’t care; I want him dead now!”
    “I don’t take demands well.”
    “Well, I didn’t take him murdering my
parents very well either!”
    He cocked his head to the side. “You
remind me of one of my Black Vipers. I didn’t like that cyka ,” he said,
calling the woman a bitch . “I took great pleasure in slicing a knife
across her throat.” He raised his hands, causing the guards to raise their
machine guns. “So, cyka , ask for something that won’t end in your
death.”
    I glanced at Christo. “Let me hug
my master one last time.”
    The Black Russian’s eyebrows rose.
“You hate him, yet call him Master. You ask for me to kill him, then want a
hug. Are you planning on breaking his neck? Because if you succeed; I will kill
you in the most painful way possible.”
    “All I want is one hug.”
    He placed a hand on Christo’s back
and pushed him towards me. “Give your slave what she desires.”
    Looking confused, Christo held out
his arms. I stepped into his embrace, returning the hug. “This is from my
parents and all the people you have hurt or destroyed.” I kissed both his cheeks,
then pulled away from