My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 15 "Finale" by Marita A. Hansen Page A

My mind went to Thierry again. The boy was damaged, so much so that
he refused to leave the Padre . The Black Russian hadn’t been lying about
him. Jagger and I had gone to the Black Widow’s home to retrieve him. But he’d
refused to leave, saying he had to look after the Padre. Jagger had
screamed at him, telling Thierry everything that the Padre had done to
him, but all Thierry did was cry, continuously saying he was sorry and that he
didn’t have a choice. Jagger had told him that the Black Widow said he could
leave, but Thierry refused to listen, babbling continuously that he had to stay.
Jagger had lost his temper, yelling at Thierry that he was now dead to him,
then had stormed out of the room. I’d tried to change Thierry’s mind, but he
said he couldn’t leave the Padre alone with the Black Widow. He’d begged
me to get the Padre released, saying that the Black Widow was sadistic
beyond compare. I’d refused and had walked out, finding a shattered Jagger
sitting in the hallway, muttering to himself, looking like he was trying to
understand why Thierry had betrayed him. I’d taken him back to the Black
Russian’s home, leaving him in Camila’s care. But now they were both in Italy, visiting
the Santini.
    “Where do you live?” my son asked,
cutting through my thoughts.
    “Italy, but I have a place in New
York as well. If you want to return to your family, I will buy a house in L.A.
so I can see you more.”
    He smiled. “You would do that for
me?”
    I nodded. “You’re my son. I want to
get to know you.”
    “I wasn’t sure you would.” His
smile widened. “Maybe I could take your last name.”
    “Don’t you want to keep your own
one?”
    His face soured. “It’s not mine
now. I’m not even American.”
    “What about your adoptive parents?
You’ll hurt them if you give up their name.”
    “They lied to me for years, led me
to believe something that wasn’t true, and anyway, I should have your last
name. So, what is it?”
    “D’Angelo.”
    His eyes widened. “You’re kidding
me?”
    “No, why?”
    He laughed. “I don’t think I should
take your surname.”
    “Why?”
    “Haven’t they told you my name?”
    I shook my head. “What is it?”
    “Angelo.”

 
     
    JAGGER
    Four Weeks Later
    Our car pulled up in front of the
Santini house. The three-story villa resembled a classical masterpiece, framed
by miles of grass. It was cream-colored, with pillars and bay windows. It also
had a lookout tower, where a soldier was watching over the property. I pushed
out of the car, Camila following. We’d grown closer over the past six weeks. At
times we were like an old married couple, while other times we acted more like
bitter enemies, our arguments vicious. I knew most of them were my fault. I was
mentally unstable, still prone to seeing things that weren’t there, often
causing fights that should never have started. I also got angry when she tried
to boss me around, something she did a lot. Regardless, I still cared for her
and hoped she didn’t give up on me, because I was starting to fall for her. I
slipped my hand into hers, making her smile. I smiled back, glad she was with
me.
    My auntie Concetta emerged from the
front door. “Jagger!” she cried, looking ecstatic. She was a stunning woman,
with violet eyes and a face too young to be in her fifties. Her long brown hair
was swept up in an elegant style, accentuating her high cheekbones, while her
lilac dress accentuated a figure that would put most women to shame. Like
Alessandro, she worked out vigorously, the Santini having an in-house gym.
    She quickly descended the front
steps, holding her arms out wide for a hug. I let go of Camila’s hand and wrapped
my arms around my auntie, returning the hug. She eventually pulled back and
took a hold of my face. “I’m so happy you’ve agreed to stay with us. I would
love to make it permanent, and you’ll be safe here, the FBI won’t be able to
get to you.”
    “I’m not