Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 1 by Marita A. Hansen Page B

into
nothing.
    Frano yanked me around to face him.
“Remember, you belong to me, not Jagger.” He leaned down, looking
like he was going to kiss me. I jerked my head to the side,
everything in me wanting to kill him, the pull on my hair barely
registering. He placed the gun to my temple, causing me to freeze,
then leaned down and kissed me, his lips parting mine, his tongue
thrusting inside. I wanted to bite it off, but remained still,
although it took all of my self-control to do so, my
self-preservation winning over my hatred for him.
    He pulled back, his eyelids half-closed.
“You are mine to do as I please, so the next time you think about
defying me, think about what Alberto did to Honey and compare it to
what I did for you in the bath, then decide which you’d rather
have.” He pushed up and headed for the door.
    The screaming stopped in the bathroom,
then the door opened. Alberto came out with an unconscious Honey in
his arms.
    “ What did you do to her?!”
I yelled.
    He looked at me as
though he
couldn’t believe I had dared speak to him. “None of your
business, puttana .” He headed for the door with Honey, disappearing through
it.
    The guard pulled the door shut
behind him, the bolt sliding into place. I stared at it, totally
shocked at what I’d just witnessed, my mind returning to the
expression on Honey’s face as she was raped. I closed my eyes,
knowing I’d failed her, that the woman would be gone soon, nothing
she was receiving now wanted, nothing her choice, the woman lost to
her family and the man she loved.
    I lay down on the bed and closed my
eyes, tears breaking free. After what felt like forever, I finally
began to drift, wanting to escape into sleep’s forgiving
arms.
    A bang woke me. I looked up to see Jagger
entering the room. He was now dressed in loose-fitting linen pants
which hung off his hips, while his button-down shirt was left open,
displaying his beautiful torso: a slim but muscular body. He
frowned at me, then headed for the bathroom, coming out a few
seconds later.
    “ Where’s
Honey?”
    Still groggy from sleep, I sat up,
trying to get my thoughts together. It almost felt like what had
happened to Honey was a nightmare, and now I was waking up to a
beautiful daydream, the man before me surreal.
    “ Where’s Honey?!” he
yelled.
    I jolted, everything returning in a
rush, nothing a dream, just cruel reality. “Alberto took her,” I
said.
    He turned to the guard. “Where did
Alberto take her?”
    “ I couldn’t stop them,
boss, Frano’s the don; he said I answer only to him.”
    “ Where has he taken
her?!”
    The guard flinched. “She’s on the
flight to Spain.”
    Jagger started shaking his head
rapidly. “No, no, she can’t be; I told Frano she was mine.” He
brought his hands to his head. “I told him I loved her. I told
him!”
    The guard shrank back as Jagger
stormed towards him, but Jagger kept on walking, heading out of the
room and up the staircase. Jagger yelled out for Alberto and Frano.
Things went quiet for a moment, then crashing sounds started up
followed by another man’s voice, Alberto shouting at Jagger to back
off.
    More shouting erupted, then Jagger came
tumbling down the staircase, Alberto barging after him. I watched
through the doorway as Jagger went to push up, the man yelling out
as Alberto kicked him in the stomach. The guard said something to
Alberto. Alberto shoved him aside and continued to advance on
Jagger, who was scampering backwards, trying to get away from him.
Alberto went to kick him again, but Jagger rolled to the side,
avoiding his big boot. As he pushed to his feet, Alberto grabbed
him from behind, flinging Jagger onto the bed. I quickly shifted
out of the way as Alberto launched himself on top of Jagger,
jamming a meaty arm across his neck.
    My eyes shot to the door as Frano ran
in, yelling at Alberto: “Get off him!”
    Alberto glanced over his shoulder. “He
attacked me!”
    “ He took Honey!” Jagger
yelled.
    “