My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation by Marita A. Hansen Page A

point
of having it—so I could get sex. So, when the D’Angelo job for a
slave trainer came up, I’d grabbed it with both hands.
    I turned to Frano, holding out
a hand. “ Grazie for all you’ve done for me. When the war is over, I would
love to return here and continue working for you.”
    His eyes flicked to Andriena,
drawing my attention to her. She was staring at the floor, making
me wonder whether I’d hurt her feelings with my words. Still, she needed
to know I couldn’t be with her, and it was better now she realized
it, than further down the road.
    I refocused on Frano, giving
his shoulder a friendly pat. “Take care, cousin, and don’t let
that troia push you around,” I said, looking at Camila.
    Her eyes widened, then her hundred-watt
glare zeroed in on me. I smiled back, amused I’d annoyed her. I
still didn’t understand why Frano was marrying her when he had one
fuckable-looking woman standing right next to him. I winked at
Rita, getting a blank stare in return. Frano sniggered, the man the
opposite of my oldest brother, who probably would’ve hit me if I
had done that to Ghita. My mood darkened at the thought of Camila’s
dead sister. I may not have liked her, but she didn’t deserve to be
murdered in cold blood.
    “ Anyway, enough standing
around,” I said, just wanting to get home now. “We better get a
move on.” I headed for the door, one of the Landi soldiers opening
it for me. I descended the steps to the car, popping Bianca’s
luggage into the trunk. I was surprised by how little she was
taking, which made me wonder whether she was considering returning
to the D’Angelo household. I hoped she wasn’t, because—
    My eyes moved to the
second-story window, seeing the reason why. Jagger was peering down
at us, his face an emotionless mask. Unlike Frano, I didn’t like
him. I understood he’d been through hell, but he didn’t need to
push his pain onto Bianca and Honey, especially when all they’d
done was try to help him. I’d wanted Honey to come to my home too,
but Frano had said that Pedro had refused to let her leave. Anyway,
I didn’t think my famiglia would appreciate an FBI plant in their midst, not to
mention my two oldest brothers hated slaves being in the
house.
    I turned my back on Jagger, the Donatelli
sisters grabbing my attention. Camila and Andriena were hugging
each other, both of them having a tearful farewell. I waited for
them to part, then ushered Andriena into the backseat of the black
sedan. Once she was in, I turned to Bianca, who was staring up at
Jagger. I didn’t doubt she loved him, but I knew she was strong
enough to move on. Again, he didn’t deserve her, and with them
being parted, I was hoping she would finally see the man for what
he was: weak and destructive. If anything, I wanted her to fall
back into the arms of my oldest brother. Regardless of Ricardo’s
violent affliction, he’d never hurt a woman. He also treated them
with respect, something that Bianca deserved after all she’d been
through.
    “ You ready to leave,
Bianca?” I asked.
    She nodded, her expression
hard ening.
“I was a fool to think I could have him. He’s too damaged.” Her
attention moved to Camila. “Don’t damage him further. Try to at
least make him happy—if he can ever be.”
    Camila went to say something,
but Bianca turned away from her and climbed into the car, getting a complaint
from Andriena. The door on the other side opened. Andriena got out
and headed around the trunk.
    “ I’m next to you,” she said,
pushing me forward.
    I smiled. “All you Donatelli women are
bossy as hell.”
    She smiled back. “I am when it comes to
you, so get in.”
    I saluted Frano, then climbed into the
backseat, Andriena sliding in next to me. She closed the door, then
angled her head around me, focusing on Bianca. “He’s
mine.”
    I laughed. “Firstly, she’s not interested
in me, and secondly, we aren’t married, so I’m not technically
yours.”
    Andriena