My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 Connections (12 page)

The dealer clamped a hand over Jagger’s
mouth and thrust a baggie at his chest. Once Jagger took it, the
man removed his hand. Jagger smiled, although the expression didn’t
appear right. It was almost manic in a way, a strange mixture of
relief and agony all rolled into one. He took a step back, almost
falling over. Bingo! That’s why he didn’t look right. He was higher
than a fucking kite.

Jagger opened
the baggie,
instantly stuffing its contents into his mouth. He tossed the
wrapping, then went to leave. As he passed a table full of woman, a
hand snaked out, touching his ass. He spun around and shouted at
the culprit, the woman shrinking in her seat. His face went all
strange again, as though the drugs were taking him someplace else.
He pushed past the women and headed onto the empty dance floor,
stopping to look up at the ceiling. I watched as his body swayed to
the music. He wasn’t dancing, just moving without thought, the
drugs probably controlling his body. It was kind of fascinating to
watch, plus his expression had me transfixed. Not sexually of
course, he wasn’t my type, but he appeared haunted, especially with
the dark rings under his eyes. He looked like a beautiful haunted
doll swaying in a breeze. He started pawing at the air as though he
was trying to pick something off a tree, then he closed his eyes.
Without warning, he slumped to the floor.

I shot out from
where I was hiding.
Other people also went to his aid. I knelt down beside him,
checking his pulse. Thankfully, his heartbeat was still going
strong. I glanced over at the drug dealer, who was quickly making
an exit.

A bar patron
slapped Jagger’s
cheek. “Wake up,” he said.

Jagger
didn’t respond.

“
He’s a friend of mine,” I said.
“Can you help me take him to my car?”

“
Sure.”

We lifted him up, each of us
taking a side, then headed for the door, dragging his feet behind
him. The patrons of the dingy establishment parted for us. I
refrained from smiling, thinking this was too good to be true.
Jagger was much more important than Thierry, plus if I handed him
to the
Padre
the prick would stay out of my room.

We headed out into the warm night,
dragging Jagger to my car. The people on the street didn’t pay us
attention, probably because we looked like a couple of mates
helping a drunken friend. It was just lucky Irene hadn’t stuck
around long enough to see him.

We
turned down the alleyway I’d parked
in, and leaned Jagger up against my Audi. The guy helping me held
Jagger upright, while I opened the backdoor. He then helped me put
Jagger inside. I said thanks, then shut the door and got into the
car as the man walked off.

I pulled out my cell and phoned Dora.
“Swiper has Jagger,” I said, referring to a Dora the Explorer
character. I had watched the program with Mini-Dad—my four-year-old
brother—so I could find lines to tease my sister with.

“
What?” Dora
said, sounding
confused.

“
I have Jagger D’Angelo in my
car.”

“
Y
ou have Jagger!” she squealed. “I’ll be
there in a few minutes.”

She hung up before I could tell
her not to come.
I stuffed my cell in my pocket and glanced back at Jagger,
who was still out cold. I frowned, noticing the bruising around his
throat. It looked like someone had tried to strangle him. I got out
of the car and opened the backdoor, pushing his shirt aside. More
bruising colored his skin, giving me the impression he’d been
beaten up.

“
What th
e fuck happened to you?” I said to
the unconscious man.

“
Are y
ou molesting him?” Dora’s voice came
from behind me.

I pushed out of the car. “Hell no, he’s
not my type. I just noticed he’s a bit fucked up. He has bruises
all over his body.” I moved out of the way so she could
see.

She poked her head in the car. “Oh,
the poor baby.”

“
Poor baby my ass, he’s a
D’Angelo.”

“
As long as he’s not Frano, I
don’t care. Jagger didn’t hurt our family; instead it looks like
someone hurt him. Look at the strangulation marks.”

“
I’d say it was the
Padre
. He probably held Jagger down by the throat as he fucked
him.”

She pulled back, looking shocked. “You’re
kidding?”

“
No, he was torturing Jagger
downstairs at the House of Whores.”

“
And you want to take Jagger
back to that monster?” she said, her eyes wide with
horror.

“
I wasn’t planning on getting
Jagger; I just happened to run into him. He passed out, so I had
someone help me get him here. I told them I was a
friend.”

“
Well, you can’t let the
Padre
touch him
again.”

“
He’ll be dead soon enough, so
there’s no use stressing over a few fucks.”

“
You can’t kill the
cutie-pie. We’re
after Frano, not him.”

“
No, we’re going to kill
all the D’Angelos.”

“
I said you can’t kill
him.”

“
Stop being so
demanding.”

“
No, you stop being a Christo
wannabe.”

“
I won’t kill Jagger; it’ll be
Christo who’ll do it.”

She glared at me. “You’re not taking
Jagger to him. He’ll slice him up just for fun.”

“
Christo is the new
d
on, so you
don’t get a say. His word is law.”

“
No, Nino should be the don.
He’s a good man, whereas Christo’s evil.”

“
Nino has no balls;
he almost pissed
himself when Christo threatened him. And Christo has claimed the
title, so he’s the don, and when he passes away I’ll take
over.”

She burst out laughing. “As if anyone will
agree to that.”

“
Christo will help me set it up;
he already said he wants me to be his successor.”

“
I
s that why you’re handing Jagger over to
him?”

“
No, I’m doing it because Jagger
stole my lover.”

“
But you’re
gay and he isn’t.”

“
My lover wanted him.” I
frowned, knowing that Jagger hadn’t wanted Alberto back.

“
That’s not cutie-pie’s
fault.”

“
Stop calling him
cutie-pie, pie-hole is closer to the mark.”

Dora hit my arm. “You’re such a poor
loser.”

“
I’m not a loser.
H
e’s just a
greedy bastard who needs his face sliced up so he doesn’t go round
stealing other people’s boyfriends.”

“
He’s not gay, Matty, so
stop being unreasonable.”

“
How would you know he’s not
gay? And I’m not being unreasonable.”

“
You are too, and I know he’s
not gay because I’ve seen him with women.”

“
I was married, so that doesn’t
mean shit
,
and I’m still going to torture him to find out who killed
Alberto.”

“
No, you’re not.”

“
Christo can
then.”

“
No, Christo will kill him. Take
him to my house. I’ll get the information without getting him hurt
more.”

“
You’re too
soft.”

“
I’ll still be more effective
than Christo. I’ll get the information out of Jagger without him
even knowing it. Though, he can’t see you, otherwise he’ll know I’m
a Donatelli.”

“
What will I tell the
others?”

“
D
id you succeed in getting the Landi sister
to come to the party?”

“
Yes.”

“
Then tell Christo that, which
is what you planned on doing anyway.”

“
Okay.”

“
Buono.
I’ll take your car, while you take a
taxi back.”

“
So, how long do you
need?”

“
A couple days.”

“
Okay.” I handed over the keys.
“By the way, what happened with that hot soldier?”

“
He almost
broke my wrist and finger. I
pricked him with the ring, but he was too fast. He grabbed my hand
and ripped the ring off my finger, then pushed me up against the
wall, demanding to know who I was. Luckily, the bouncer came to my
defense, and attacked him. The soldier floored him, then started
clawing at his eyes, saying he couldn’t see. I took off out of
there fast. He was scary as hell, totally lost my lady boner over
him.”

“
Lady
boner? You sound just like an
American.” I took her hand and kissed where the brute had ripped
the ring off, the skin looking red and sore. “I’ll give him an ass
whooping if he shows tomorrow.”

She smiled. “My brother in shining
armor.”

I grinned wide, then gave her a
farewell kiss on the cheek. “
Adios
, Dora.”

“
It’s
ciao
!”

“
Nope, it’s
adios
for my Dora the Explorer.”

She shook her head. “You are
impossible.”

“
No, I’m perfect.”
I walked off,
trusting her to watch Jagger. Dora always came through for me. She
would find out who murdered Alberto, then I would hand Jagger over
to the
Padre,
and kill the murdering bastard who’d taken my lover from
me. And anyway, I didn’t really want to take Jagger back to the
house tonight, because Christo would probably cancel the ambush
party, and I
really
wanted to meet that soldier. Yeah, fuck it, if the
Padre
could have Thierry
and Jagger, then the Landi soldier was mine for the
taking.

Episode 8 Coming
Soon

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Other books by Marita A. Hansen

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Behind
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Behind
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Don’t
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My
Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 “Discovered”

My
Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 3 “Betrayed”

My
Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 4 “Poisoned”

My
Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 5 “Escape”

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Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 1-5 (The My Masters’ Nightmare
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Masters’ Nightmare Season 1, Episode 6 “Consequences”