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

placed a hand on my leg as the
driver pulled out of the driveway. “ Signor Santini,” she said, fixing me with a
stare, “when you promised to marry me, it made you
mine.”
    My smile dropped. “I only agreed to
it to save you from Pedro.”
    “ You still can’t break your
promise, so when I get to your home, I need to speak to your madre about arranging the
wedding.”
    I felt my heart sink.
    She covered her mouth, her eyes
dancing with mirth, then she cracked up, her laughter filling the
car. “I’m
joking!” She continued to laugh for several seconds more, then
finally got herself under control. “ Dio mio , do you realize how terrified you
looked?”
    I scowled at her, not amused at
being made fun of. “Commitment would strike fear into the heart of any
man.”
    She threaded her fingers
through mine , her laughter finally dying down. “I do know what you’re
like; I just have to win you over.”
    I frowned, because no one could win me
over.
    She laughed out loud again. “I’m
kidding!”
    I let go of her hand. “Your humor
isn’t contagious.”
    “ Oh, don’t be like that,
Alessandro.”
    I crossed my arms over my chest
and leaned back into the seat, still unhappy. I knew she didn’t
mean to upset me, but regardless, it made me feel like merda . If I could commit, I would. I wanted to have a wife and
children, but knew it was an unrealistic fantasy, something I’d
come to accept years ago.
    “ Alessandro?” Andriena said, now
sounding upset. “Please forgive me, I didn’t mean anything by
it.”
    I breathed out and patted her
lap, wanting to mollify the situation. “Don’t worry, I’m over
it.”
    Bianc a mumbled something, making me turn
to her.
    “ What ?” I asked.
    She placed her mouth next to my
ear ,
whispering, “She’s lying, she does wants you.”
    “ What did she say?” Andriena
asked loudly.
    Bianca angled her head around me, focusing
on Andriena. “I told him that whoever wins his heart will be one
lucky woman.” She winked at her, then turned to look out her own
window.
    I leaned my head against the seat and
closed my eyes, hoping no one won my heart, because no matter what:
I was destined to live a life filled with sex and whores, not love
and marriage.
    ***
    A jolt pulled me out of my sleep. I opened
my eyes and straightened, my head having been resting on Andriena’s
shoulder. Still not fully awake, I turned to Bianca, wondering why
she was shouting at the driver to go faster. Outside her window, an
expansive valley stretched out for miles, the cliff’s edge a lane
away.
    “ What’s happening?” I asked.
    G unfire answered my question, the sound
coming from behind our car. I turned and looked out the back
window, seeing two cars on our tail. I swore, the fucking Landi
having lied to us. I knew it was too good to be true that they
would let me and Andriena walk away.
    I turned back around, realizing a second
later it couldn’t be the Landi, since the two soldiers up front
worked for Pedro. The driver had his foot planted to the floor,
while his partner was pulling out a gun.
    “ Who are they?” I asked.
    “ Donatelli ,” the soldier in the front
passenger seat replied. He reached between the seats, passing me
back a gun.
    I held it out for Bianca to take, knowing
they were coming for her. “Do you know how to use a
gun?”
    “ S ì , ” she replied, taking it.
    I leaned forward. “Have you got anymore
guns?” I asked the soldier.
    He handed me another
one . The car
swerved, making me drop it. I picked it up, and undid my seat belt.
“Move to the middle,” I ordered Andriena.
    She undid her seat belt and climbed over
me.
    “ Buckle up,” I lowered the
window, “and put your head between your legs.” I glanced over at
Bianca, who was staring down at the gun, her hands shaking like
crazy. “You too, get your head down.”
    As soon as she did, I angled my gun out
the window and aimed for the tires of the closest car, hitting one.
The car veered right,