Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 4 Poisoned by Marita A. Hansen

horrified as he carried the
screaming boy through the double doors, heading for the
dining-room.
    Nino Donatelli looked up in shock as
Alberto threw Thierry to the floor. Thierry cried out as he hit it,
then he scrambled to his feet as Alberto advanced on him, backing
him up into the table.
    Thierry held out his hands. “I didn’t do
anything,” he sobbed.
    Alberto pointed at Nino’s glass of wine,
yelling: “Drink it!”
    Thierry shook his head, making me curse in
my mind, because there was nothing wrong with the wine, the boy was
just being an idiot.
    “ DRINK IT!” Alberto
hollered.
    Thierry looked at me, making me
want to slap him. I knew in that moment that the stupid child
thought I’d poisoned all of the drinks, even though he’d only seen
me do it to one. So I walked up to the table and picked up the
glass. “Why would you think he would poison the vino ?” I snapped at Alberto, portraying
anger when all I felt was fear.
    “ For what was done to his
brother!” Alberto replied. “And for what I did to him!”
    I turned to Thierry. “Drink it,
Thierry, and prove it isn’t poisoned, because I know you wouldn’t
do such a thing. You are a good boy.”
    Thierry continued to stare at
me.
    “ Oh, Good Lord, Alberto, you’ve
terrified him too much. I will just drink it to disprove all of
this nonsense.” I tipped it back, drinking half of it, then placed
the glass on the table. I held my hands out. “So, when am I
supposed to die if your nonsense is true?”
    Alberto stared at me, waiting,
his expression telling me he expected me to drop dead at any
second, but after a minute his shoulders slowly relaxed. “I
apologize, I was wrong.” He turned to the door as the wail of
sirens came from the front of the property. He ran out of the room,
and returned a minute later with two medics, who split up, checking
on each of the dead men. Two more medics arrived, carrying
stretchers. They picked up the two men, placing a Donatelli on each
one, then carried them outside to the ambulances. I followed,
watching as Alberto hugged Nino, the Donatelli man completely
shattered. Then Nino got into his father’s
ambulance and left, his brother’s ambulance following close
behind.
    I headed back inside with
Alberto. “Poor Nino,” he said, shaking his head. “Two in one day,
too much for one famiglia to have to face.” He focused on me. “Frano will need to be
told, because by tomorrow all of the top Donatelli men will be
vying for leadership, Nino the exception. He is a playboy and won’t
want it. Plus, he is not made to lead like his father or brother,
but his uncle is.” He shook his head again. “This is bad, this is
very bad.”
    “ The priest?” I said, feeling
sick.
    “ No, his twin. He is the
strongest willed Donatelli. He will rule harder than his older
brother. I am not looking forward to new negotiations. This will
make things much harder for Jagger. The priest’s twin allows him to
do anything he wants, and just when I had managed to negotiate a
better deal for Jagger.” He rubbed his head, then looked over at
Thierry as the boy picked up the glasses, placing them on a tray.
Alberto watched him, looking as though he was thinking again, then
his eyes went wide. Before I knew what was happening, he rushed
towards Thierry, yelling at the boy to put the glasses down.
Thierry jumped, the glasses falling from the tray, smashing against
the floor, thankfully shattering the evidence.
    Alberto grabbed Thierry. “You
poisoned my wine, my wine!”
    “ No!” Thierry
screamed.
    I followed them as Alberto dragged
Thierry over to the cook and her assistant. The women retreated
into the kitchen, looking scared. Alberto burst through the door
and threw Thierry at their feet. “Did you see what the boy was
doing?”
    “ I don’t understand, signore ,” the cook said.
    “ Did you see what the boy was doing earlier
when he prepared the drinks?”
    The cook shook her head, then she looked
at me. I knew it