My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions by Marita A. Hansen

I
thought, only acted it.
    “ Please don’t speak of such things,” my
mother said. “There are ears everywhere.”
    “ No one’s here but you and
me.”
    She leaned in close. “The FBI has bugged
our house.”
    “ The Americans?”
    “ S ì .”
    “ Why?”
    “ That’s not your concern,” she whispered
into my ear, “just be careful with what you say.”
    I nodded, wondering what the FBI would
want with my famiglia.
     

 
    4
    THE PADRE
    I applied a new Band-Aid to my eyebrow,
the last one having bled through. Matteo had attacked me, leaving
cuts and bruises all over my body, all because I had looked at him
through the shower door. I hadn’t touched him, yet he’d taken his
fists to me like some devil after holy blood. And Christo had done
nothing, other than punching Matteo once, as if he thought that
would appease me. Far from it, and now that Matteo had crossed the
line all vows were off, because I wasn’t just going to look—I was
going to punish.
    The front door
banged ,
followed by Matteo calling for Christo.
    I walked out of the bathroom,
making him stop in his tracks. “He’s at the farmhouse arranging the
party,” I said, trying to tamper down my anger. I wanted to rush
him, but I knew I had to bide my time until the right
moment.
    Matteo sneered at me. “Your face isn’t
looking so good, Darth Wimpernator.” He quirked his eyebrows, no
doubt thinking it was funny to taunt me, but I was the wrong person
to taunt, especially now. He rolled his eyes at me. “You have no
sense of humor.” He strolled over to Nino, who was watching a
television program. “Why aren’t you helping Christo?” Matteo asked,
placing his hands on the back of the couch.
    Nino looked up.
“ The Rossos
are helping him, plus I want no part in the blood bath.”
    “ There’s not going to be a
bloodbath, ”
Matteo said.
    I cut in. “You are being naïve if you
think that. My brother has already said he wants to kill all
the mafioso on the island.”
    Matteo looked over his shoulder at me. “He
won’t kill Thierry, we need him, and I told him I want the soldier
with the facial scar, and not to harm the girls.”
    “ He won’t kill Thierry or
your soldier, but I wouldn’t count on him sparing the
girls.”
    “ But, they will be useful to
bribe Pedro Landi.”
    “ If Christo thinks they will be
of use, he will keep them alive—for now. You don’t understand my
brother like I do, Matteo. He has a sickness.”
    “ Yeah, like you.”
    “ No, ragazzo , he doesn’t have lust, he has blood lust.
You need to be careful around him, he’s gotten even worse. No one’s
life, but mine, is safe.”
    “ Stop talking Italian shit to
me, and h e
wouldn’t kill me, he likes me.”
    “ He has killed people he’s liked before
when he’s gone into a rage, so watch your back around
him.”
    “ You’re just saying that to spook me because
I smacked you around.”
    “ I don’t want you dead.” I
smiled. “I want to fill you with love.”
    Matteo shot up straight. “Are you talking
about fucking me?!”
    “ You shouldn’t use such
distasteful words, and you have more to be afraid of than me
enjoying your virile body.”
    “ Christo wo n’t kill me; he’s been nothing
but good to me.” He pointed a finger at me. “Unlike you. So, stop
hitting on me, you sick bastard.”
    Nino pushed up off the couch and stormed
towards the front door, mumbling things about faggots. Matteo
tensed, looking ready to follow him out of the house to exact
revenge.
    “ No one likes us,” I said,
pulling his attention away from the slamming door.
    Matteo’s pretty face twisted in anger.
“Christo likes me,” he spat.
    “ And he loves me, but everyone else looks
at us with disgust.”
    “ Only for you, and Nino’s a
homophobe.”
    “ It doesn’t matter.” I frowned.
“And where’s
Gabriel? I thought that’s why you went out.”
    A slow smile spread across his face. “My
sister wanted to keep him. She found a few good