Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions by Marita A. Hansen

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.
    Moments later, a yell came from the
back of the house, startling me. The two sisters and my newest
angel sat up straight, their expressions worried. The bodyguard
with them pulled out his gun, causing the Rossos to scramble in all
directions. The big man yelled at the sisters and Thierry to leave.
They jumped off the couch and went for the front door, one of the
girls dragging the boy with her. The bodyguard followed them, but
instead of running, he backed towards the door, covering them with
his gun as they escaped. I jumped up and opened my door, the sound
of a gunshot stilling me for a second. The bodyguard went down, the
blood coming from his head telling me he was in Heaven or
Hell.
    I entered the lounge, my gaze being drawn
to the staircase. Christo was standing at the top, holding a
smoking gun. Several Rossos dragged the screaming girls and my
angel back inside. One of the girls pulled free and ran to the
fallen guard, crying out for help.
    Thierry tried to pull free too, but was
unsuccessful, the poor boy too small in comparison to the Rosso man
holding him. His gaze shot to me as I headed for him, his eyes
going wider. Oh, I may not have seen him before today, but he
definitely knew me, the terror in his eyes clear as day.
    “ Hush now, my angel,” I
said, walking around the dead soldier.
    Thierry started shaking his head at
me.
    “ Don’t be scared, I won’t
harm you.” I
came to a stop in front of him and ran my fingers down his cheek,
getting a thrill from it. “I would never hurt a sweet
angel.”
    “ Don’t touch him!” one of the girls
yelled.
    I spun around, making the ugly Daughter
of Eve jolt in fright. “Take her into the room along with her
sister,” I snapped. Once the Rossos had hauled the screaming girls
away, I turned back to Thierry. “Don’t worry about them,” I said,
wiping away his tears. He had bigger eyes than Gabriel, giving him
a sweet puppy dog look. Plus, they were brown, not hazel, although
they were no less lovely, the innocence within them making me want
to protect him—if he did what I said.
    I smiled , trying to be reassuring.
“You’re very safe with me.”
    Noise came from the back of the house,
making me turn my head. A screaming girl was being dragged across
the floor by two big Rosso men. I indicated