My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions Read Free Page A

with me, he just didn’t want
you.”
    Matteo raised the gun, looking like he was
going to shoot me.
    Teod ora ran in front of him. “You can’t
shoot him.”
    Matteo shoved her aside. “Why the fuck not?!
I fucking hate his guts.”
    “ Just calm down,
Matty . We
need him.”
    “ What the hell for? He
won’t tell me who killed Alberto, he’s fucking happy he’s
dead.”
    “ We can use him against
Frano.”
    “ I can get Thierry for
that.”
    “ Don’t you dare touch my brother!” I
yelled, heading for him.
    Matteo cocked the gun, making me stop.
“Come any closer and you’re dead, shithead.”
    His sister grabbed his arm. “You can’t
shoot him, Christo will get pissed.”
    Matteo’s eyes flashed.
“ I don’t
fucking care.”
    “ You need to
leave ,”
Teodora said. “You’re too upset to see straight. I’ll handcuff him
to the bed. Go to the party and get your soldier, then come back
when you’re happier. We’ll deal with him then.”
    Matteo stared at me, looking as though
he was thinking about it. “Okay,” he finally said. “Get on the bed,
Jagger.”
    “ Fuck you!” I
yelled.
    “ Get on the bed or I’ll fucking shoot
you!”
    Willing myself not to lose
control, I
moved to the bed and laid down on it. Teodora pulled out a pair of
handcuffs from a bedside drawer and attached one to my wrist. She
weaved the link through a headboard slat, making me wonder whether
I could break it if I pulled hard enough.
    Matteo slipped his gun into his waistband
as Teodora secured my other wrist to the bed. He walked up to me
and punched me in the stomach. As he punched me a second time, one
of my legs shot out in response.
    He stepped away from my kick as I
coughed and spluttered. “If you touch my sister again, I’ll
pulverize your balls.” He turned to his sister. “I’ll be busy after
the party, so I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
    “ No problem,” she said.
“W hat
happened to your eye, Matty?”
    “ Christo punched me because I
beat up the Padre .”
    “ Why did you beat him up
for?”
    “ He came into the bathroom when I
was showering. He was standing on the other side of the freaking
glass with his disgusting cock in hand, stroking himself while
staring at me. I told him to fuck off, but he told me I couldn’t
make him.” Matteo smiled wide. “So, I made him.”
    “ Dio mio , Matty, I told you not to stay with
that creep. You need to leave that house.”
    “ Don’t worry; I can take care of
myself. Anyway, I’ve got to go.” He headed for the door, stopping
to look back. “Oh, yeah, and if you want to, touch that bastard all
you like.”
    “ I wouldn’t do
that!”
    “ You already did.” He
turned and disappeared through the doorway.
    Teodora turned back to me and slapped
my face, making me wince. “You deserve that and more, you stronzo .”
    “ Va fan culo , troia! ”
    “ No, you go fuck yourself!” She
gave me the finger, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door
shut behind her.
    “ No, I’m going to fuck
you, troia ,” I yelled. “I promise you that!”
    She screamed at me again, but didn’t
return. I began yanking on the handcuffs, the headboard’s slat
creaking. To cover the noise I was making, I swore loud, calling
her all sorts of names. A door slammed, which hopefully meant she
had left the house. I yanked harder at the slat, causing the cuffs
to cut into my wrists. Gritting my teeth, I continued. With each
pull, the slat creaked. Roaring, I yanked at it with all my
strength, a cracking sound rewarding me.
    A door slammed, making me worry she was
returning. I pulled my arms free and jumped off the bed, heading
for the door. I flattened my body against the wall, getting ready
to attack whoever entered. The door opened. Teodora stepped inside,
this time holding a gun. I bowled into her, knocking her to the
floor. I scrambled over her and grabbed the gun that had fallen
from her hands, aiming it at her. She didn’t move, looking either
dead or