Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Ep. 6 Consequences by Marita A. Hansen Page A

believe him.”
    “ What does it matter
now?”
    “ It does to me! The Padre raped and tried to
murder me, and you forgave the man who you thought ordered
it.”
    “ That’s not possible, the Padre wouldn’t have raped
you, he’s gay and not to mention he despises women.”
    “ Well, he did!”
    “ It’s still not
possible.”
    “ Stop questioning me! I remember
his eyes, his face,” she shuddered, “an d the way he called me his little
slave.”
    “ He did lie to
me ,” I said,
upset with both myself and my father. Even though I had suspected
he’d ordered the hit, I had still hoped I was wrong.
    “ Who lied ?”
    “ My father. You were attacked
because of me, not Jagger.”
    “ What are you talking
about?”
    I breathed out. “It wasn’t the Padre who raped you, it
would’ve been his twin. Christo was a hitman back then. My father
had used him for a few jobs.”
    “ But , how would you know it was
Christo?”
    “ Because he called you his
slave.”
    “ So?”
    “ He’ s a slave trainer, not the Padre. The Padre would never have
used that word. He calls women the daughters of Eve or demons, not
slaves. Christo tried to kill you because of me. Me!” I swore,
realizing what this meant. “If Christo realizes you’re alive he
will come after you again.”
    “ Why?”
    “ Once he gets a hit, he doesn’t
stop until that person is dead, even if the hit has been called
off, which means if we don’t get to him first, he will kill
you.”
    “ He’s the one on the run, not
me.”
    “ Christo doesn’t run; he hides until he
strikes. I will have to put twice the security on you. I’ll also
make sure that Camila follows through on her promises.”
    “ Which means you’re definitely
going to marry her.”
    “ S
ì
.”
    Rita walked over to the bed and lay down,
covering her face with an arm.
    I sat down next to her. “There’s no need
to get upset, it’ll only be a marriage on paper.”
    “ It doesn’t matter,
t hings have
changed. You don’t love me and I’m an FBI agent, not your lover.
I’m not the same person I was seven years ago, so just move on with
your life. Do what you like, you always did.”
    “ What’s that supposed to
mean?”
    “ You never truly loved me like
Jagger did. I should’ve slept with him that day, not you.”
    “ Don’t be absurd, I did love
you. ”
    “ Which means you don’t
anymore.”
    “ How can I? As you said, you’re
not the same person.”
    “ Just go away, Frano; do what
you must, you don’t need me.”
    “ But I want
you.”
    She sat up, her face furious. “Well, I
don’t want you! So fuck off!”
    I jolted, then got to my feet, now
angry with her. “Watch your tone.”
    She pushed up off the bed, her eyes
blazing. “I will talk to you however I damn well please, and you
need to get it into your thick head that I’m here to destroy you,
not to make love to you, which means I don’t want your eyes on me
or your hands touching me, and I don’t want this,” she swiped out
at my cock, making me jump back, “anywhere near me.”
    I covered my cock and stepped closer.
“You don’t get that choice.”
    “ I do, and I’ll kick your ass if
you even try to lay a hand on me again.”
    I lowered my face to hers. “You will
be sleeping in my bed tonight, so stop this shit before I lose my
temper.”
    “ No. Camila should be sleeping
there. She told me she would be in your bed, and after what’s just
happened I believe her.”
    “ Why are you being a troya ?!”
    “ Because I am a bitch, but not
as much as Camila . She also said she would have you on your knees, and
lapping at her pussy within days. I didn’t believe her, but I was
wrong, because I underestimated how stupid you are.”
    I shoved her onto the
bed and
climbed onto her, now beyond angry. “I’m in control, not Camila,
nor you!”
    She pushed at my chest, trying to get me
off, but I grabbed her wrists and jammed them down hard into the
bed.
    “ Let me go!”