My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 "Confrontation" by Marita A. Hansen

Alessandro finds himself tied to a bed and at the mercy of the Donatelli.

My masters' nightmare season 1, episode 12 "confrontation"

Alessandro finds himself tied to a bed and at the mercy of the Donatelli.

Andriena battles not only her relatives, but her desire for Alessandro.

The Padre starts falling for Thierry, which leads to a confrontation with Matteo. But it's not Matteo he has to worry about, another family member proving to be much more dangerous.

Rita sneaks out of the D'Angelo house in an attempt to save her brother and Thierry, but inadvertently walks into an FBI trap.

Camila is forced to defend herself, which leads to devastating consequences.

Genre: FICTION / Erotica / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Crime

Language: English


Word Count: 18931

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The weaselly little fucker pointed the gun at my head, ordering me to get out of the car, while another soldier headed for a small white cottage, holding an unconscious Andriena. The place was far too quaint and pretty to be the hideout for the nastiest mafia famiglia on my island. There was even a colorful array of spring flowers surrounding the building, making it look like a little old granny’s home. But like the candy house in Hansel and Gretel, nothing but evil lurked inside.

“Please, Alessandro, get out of the car,” Leo said.

I pushed out of the back seat, imagining snapping the bastardo in two. But I couldn’t do merda, because my hands were tied behind my back. Though, if he came closer, I’d go for him, taking the traitor out.

Leo lifted his gun. “Don’t even think about it, Alessandro.”

I glared at him, furious he was doing this to me. He was a fucking Rosso, a cousin of my sister’s husband, yet he was helping the Donatelli. The Rossos were supposed to be allies. My brothers had even risked their lives to help Leo’s famiglia. They had gotten a number of the Rossos off the island, away from the Landi, who wanted to kill every last one of them for the deaths of Pedro’s daughters.

“If Ricardo knew you were doing this to me, he’d gut you,” I said. “No, he’d pulverize you with his bare hands.”

Leo flinched, his face draining of color. And he had a right to be fearful, because my oldest brother was vicious. Ricardo wouldn’t think twice about beating someone into an unrecognizable pulp. If anything, he wouldn’t even think about it, because once Ricardo fell into a blood rage, he went on autopilot, the man a killing machine.

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