Mistress to a Monster Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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Milah was beautiful. No doubt about it. But when she smiled, he felt like he’d been punched to the gut. She was even more stunning. He saw the dimples in the corner of her cheeks, and her eyes had this twinkle. She didn’t look guarded as she smiled, but almost as if she was lost in her own little world.

Mesmerizing.

He cleared his throat as the maid rounded the counter, stood beside Milah, and started to help.

Was she not afraid?

Most of the staff were, especially after she had shot James and hurt others.

Damon eased out the chair, sat down, and watched her. She looked so natural in the kitchen. Like she was in the kitchen often.

She placed lots of vegetables within a pot, and the maid went to grab the kettle on the far stove. The chef glared at her, but the maid didn’t stop.

She helped Milah, who stirred the hot water into her pot, and then handed it back to the maid.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie on the counter in the security room and requested the kitchen maid working with Milah to be brought to him in his office.

Milah put the lid onto the pot and slid it into the oven. She looked at the oven with such intent.

He waited until she stood back, but Milah didn’t leave the kitchen. She started to clean away her mess.

Why?

He had staff to do that.

Milah wasn’t acting how he expected a Russo brat to act.

Angry, he turned off the screens, shut down the feed, and then left the room to go to his office where the maid looked nervous.

“Why did you help her?” he asked.

“Pardon, sir?”

“The Russo in the kitchen, why did you help her?” He folded his arms, waiting for an answer. He could hurt her, but she hadn’t done anything wrong.

“No one helped her. She only asked where the spices were, and they all ignored her. She looked … sad, sir. I am sorry.”

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Glory.”

“You’re not afraid of her?”

Glory shook her head.

“Why not?”

“She … she is … nice.”

He glared at her head. The maid wouldn’t look at him.

“And you’re aware she is a Russo?”

“Forgive me.”

Why was she bowing her head? “Look at me,” he said.

Glory lifted her head, and he saw fear in her eyes. He knew why. Some maids who tried to escape had ended up dead. Anyone who tried to betray the De Luca name always ended up dead.

They had a choice.

“You are not afraid of Milah?”

“No, sir.”

“Then how would you like to earn your freedom?” he asked.

“Sir?”

He smiled, and she took a step back. “If you want to earn your freedom, you are to befriend Milah. Find out all of her secrets, and you are to report them to me, understood?”

“But how do I … I have my jobs to do.”

“Not anymore. Your one and only task is to be by Milah’s side from the moment she wakes up until I dismiss you. Deal?”

Glory looked at the hand he offered and waited. If she refused, he would have her killed.

She put her hand within his, and he was surprised by how firm her grip was. He now had someone who could learn all of Milah’s secrets. The kind that were never traceable.

Glory left his office, and he made the arrangements for his men and staff to know that she wouldn’t be available to them. She had a different job to do.

He was finishing up some emails when his office door was knocked on once again.

“Come in,” he said.

His chef, Renaldo, entered the room. He had cooked for his parents and had offered his services to him.

“What is it, Renaldo?” he asked.

“In all of my years of service, I have never been so insulted,” he said.

“No?” Damon asked, leaning back in his chair to look at the chef. “And how have you been insulted?”

He liked Renaldo.

His father had said he was the best chef in the world, and he didn’t doubt that, but looking at the older man, he had to wonder if it was time to retire him.

“Having that Russo whore in my kitchen. It is an insult I cannot bear.”

Hearing Milah insulted shouldn’t have bothered him. She was a Russo. The name was nothing more than an insult to his men and to his staff.

The Russos were vile. A name to be disgusted in having.

But hearing this man insult Milah, calling her a whore, didn’t bode well with him.

“Be careful,” he said. “Milah is my guest.”

“Sir, she is … she should never be allowed to touch your … the kitchen…”

Damon held his hand up. “She is cooking a meal that reminds her of her mother. Would you deny a woman that right?” he asked.

“That is my kitchen,” the chef said. “Your father would not stand for it.”

Damon rounded the desk and looked at the chef. He’d served the De Luca family for years. His cooking was the best he’d ever tasted.



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