My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 by Marita A. Hansen

Jagger go.”
    “ I cannot , your cousin now belongs to my
baby brother; not something I can do anything about.”
    “ You’re the don, and you must
know that Jagger had every right to do what he did to that
sick figlio
di puttana .”
    “ Be still your
tongue! ”
    Frano pointed his finger at the old don.
“Your brother abused Jagger, raped him from the age of eleven, did
it for five years, yet you think that should go
unpunished?”
    “ He was punished; he had his
cock cut off.”
    “ It was sewn back on, and I
almost had it up my ass earlier!”
    “ I realize my brother is
disturbed, but he wasn’t this crazy before your cousin took a knife
to him. What he went through afterwards caused him agony, made him
lose his mind completely. We had to put him in a psychiatric unit
for two years.”
    “ He deserved it and more! And
you should never have taken him out.”
    “ He is my brother, he deserves only what
I say. And we are both in the slave trade, Frano, so you should
understand fairness is not a word in our vocabulary. We use people
for our own needs, whether for monetary gain or to quench our lust.
And don’t deny it; otherwise you wouldn’t be in this
business.”
    “ You’re still punishing
Jagger for something he had every right to do.”
    “ Only the ones in power have any
right to do anything and right now I am that person. And for you to
refuse to hand Gabriel over to my famiglia was a slight against me.”
    “ Then kill me here, rather than
go through whatever ceremony you have planned.”
    “ I’ve no intention of killing
you; instead I want to show others how easily I can pull their
strings.” He turned to his eldest son. “Bring the slave and Frano
up to the main dining room.”
    “ I’m not
moving ,”
Frano said.
    “ No, you will come, because
there are ten dons upstairs awaiting you.”
    “ What? Why?”
    “ They are here to witness what
will happen to them if they cross me like you have done. And like
our Roman cousins of the past, I think we should do it in an
entertaining fashion. Now, follow me.” The old man turned and
headed out of the room.
    Hi s younger son placed a gun to my
back, prodding me forward. His brother moved behind Frano, doing
the same to him, Frano swearing in response.
    “ If you don’t move,” Lucky said,
“I’ll stick my gun up your lover’s cunt or Nino can do it. Go on,
Nino, fuck her with your gun.”
    “ No!” Frano
yelled .
“I’ll go.”
    “ Young love, how sweet,” Lucky
said, his voice mocking.
    Frano headed for the door, keeping his
eyes away from me. We all headed up the staircase. The sound of
voices grew louder as we were prodded into the dining room. Ten men
in suits were sitting around the large dinner table. They turned to
look at us, their ages anywhere between forty and seventy. Their
faces twisted as their gazes landed on Frano, some pitying, some
looking disdainfully, while a few appeared scared.
    Frano stopped in his tracks.
Lucky shoved him in the back, grunting, “Move it.”
    He squared his shoulders and walked up to
where the don was sitting, not even trying to cover his nudity. I
followed him, my gun-wielding prick instructing me to stop a few
feet from Frano. The men’s eyes moved to me, a mixture of lust and
disgust making me cover myself with my arms.
    The Donatelli don leaned on his
chair, the man looking frail, although he was still more powerful
than all the able-bodied men in the room. “My dear friends, you
will all know why you are here today, and if you don’t, you are
fools like this young don standing naked before you. Frano has made
a grave error thinking he could deny my famiglia vengeance—”
    “ Wronged vengeance,” Frano
interrupted. He grunted as Lucky hit him over the head with the
gun. “Your brother raped my cousin.” Another strike hit his head,
this one knocking him to his knees. Frano’s face twisted in pain,
but he spoke again. “Jagger was eleven!” Lucky kicked him in the
back,