My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 13

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Book: Read My Masters' Nightmare, Season 1 / Episode 13 for Free Online
Authors: Marita A. Hansen
Tags: Mafia, Italy, Kidnapping, fbi, Human Trafficking, mobsters, drama action
said, unable to look away from his Prince
Albert.
    He did it. I slipped his pants over his
amazing ass and pulled up the zipper, brushing my finger across his
cock. His foot shot out, kicking me in the stomach, knocking me off
the bed.
    I landed on my ass, wincing on contact.
Royally pissed off, I pushed to my feet. “You fucker,” I said,
rubbing my stomach. “I should make you pay for doing
that.”
    “ You touched my
cock!”
    “ Barely, and I had to at least
have one feel before you left.” I leaned over, the kick hard. After
several seconds, I straightened. “You’re fucking getting your
ankles tied for that.” I grabbed some rope from the cabinet and
went for his legs. He kicked out at me again, his violet eyes
furious. I yelled out for a soldier. Fugly came waddling in. “Point
your gun at my auntie,” I said.
    The man did.
    “ Shoot her if Alessandro doesn’t
keep still while I tie his feet.”
    He nodded, his eyes on her.
    I refocused on Alessandro. “Now, are you
going to be a good boy?”
    “ Just fucking do it, troia .”
    “ Did you just call me a
bitch?”
    “ Since you touched my cock,
you’re a bitch.”
    “ Nope, not a bitch, otherwise
you’d fuck me .” I took a hold of his feet and wrapped the rope around
his ankles, tying it loose so he could shuffle, but not enough to
get free. I pulled my knife out of my pants. “Now, time to detach
you two lovebirds.” Moving up the bed, I leaned over and cut the
rope joining Alessandro and my auntie, but still leaving the ones
binding their own wrists.
    Once done, I got off the bed, pulling my
auntie along with me. “Go into the lounge,” I said, pushing her
towards the door. I then reached for Alessandro.
    “ Back off ,” he said, swinging his legs
around. He pushed off the bed and stretched to his full height,
glaring down at me, his expression threatening. He just didn’t
realize it turned me on even more.
    “ You look like you want to kill
me,” I said.
    “ No, just to make you
suffer.”
    I smiled . “You do love me! Well, big
boy, I’ve enjoyed having you over as a guest. Pity we couldn’t get
more intimate.” My mind went to my auntie. “But I can’t account for
your taste in fucks. Just do me one small favor.”
    “ What?”
    “ When you get back home tell
Dominic I’ll be looking for him. I want to touch his cock
too.”
    His body tensed. “You stay away from
my brother!”
    “ Chill, it’ll be him fucking
me.”
    “ Again, he won’t want
you.”
    “ We’ll see about that.” I
indicated to the door. “Now, out. Ricardo will be at the meeting
point in less than an hour.”
    Instead of shuffling,
h e jumped
out of the room, his ankle restraints holding. Soldiers were
waiting for us in the lounge, all of their eyes going to
Alessandro. They were probably worried he’d cause trouble again,
but instead he headed out of the house with my auntie, the two of
them stopping on the front porch. Three black cars were parked in
the driveway.
    “ It’s the middle one,” I
said.
    He jumped over to it with my auntie
following close behind. A soldier helped them into the back seat. I
climbed in after them, taking the seat next to the soldier. The
back of the car was roomy, with two leather seats facing each
other. Another soldier was sitting across from us, along with
Alessandro and my auntie.
    Alessandro fixed his violet glare on
me.
    “ For fuck’s sake,” I said, “you
could at least smile, you’re going home.”
    “ Not unless you let me
take Andriena with me.”
    “ I already told you where
she’s going.”
    “ You don’t have to send her to
Russia. I have a proposition for you.”
    “ One where you blow
me?”
    His jaw clenched. “No, I will buy her off
you.”
    I raised my eyebrows. “You want to buy
my auntie?”
    “ Sì , I’ll get my famiglia to transfer two million into whatever
bank account you want.”
    My eyebrows shot up higher. “You have got
to be fucking with me.”
    He shook his head. “No,

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