Mistress to a Monster Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
<<<<112129303132334151>84
Advertisement


She had yet to apologize to James properly. There had never been a right time to bring it up. How did you go about saying sorry to someone you’d just shot?

Two guards stood at the French doors overlooking the yard. Jackets were held in their hands, and Damon took hers from the guard, helping her into it. He pushed her hands out of the way when she tried to do it up, sliding the buttons inside the holes, one by one.

He grabbed the hat from the guard and put it on her head, and then some gloves. She pushed her hands inside, but Damon made sure they went on properly. She wanted to ask him what he was doing, but he turned away, putting a jacket on himself. He didn’t bother with a hat or gloves.

They stepped out into the freezing temperature, and Milah enjoyed it.

Damon took her hand, and together, they walked straight down to the steps. She noticed the main porch had been gritted, and she couldn’t help but smile. Did he do that for her?

They walked together. The sun was high up in the sky, not that its warmth was felt. The ground was way too cold. This time, he’d allowed her to have some boots. They’d been with her clothes that very morning.

Last night, Damon hadn’t requested her to come to his room. She remained in her bedroom, and Glory had told her he was dealing with the kitchen staff. Glory had also asked why she hadn’t told her about what was going on.

The truth was, she had a feeling Glory was trying to get close to her to spy on her. It was the only explanation for why Glory was being nice to her. To earn her trust. She wanted to believe more than anything that she was wrong, but she doubted it.

People always betrayed the Russos.

Glory was owned by Damon. There was no way she would help her, but she couldn’t help but wonder if there was a chance of it.

Damon had put her up to it, but why? What did he hope to achieve?

She hated the number of questions she had when it came to this man. Like, why was he being nice? Why was he eating the food she cooked?

Pushing them all away, she decided to take one problem at a time. For now, she needed to enjoy being outside, enjoy the cold air.

Damon was silent. His grip on her arm was tight, and neither of them said a word.

Milah didn’t know his home very well. The view she had from the bedroom window only gave a small view that overlooked his gardens.

They came to a stop toward a large outbuilding. Milah glanced up at Damon, who looked at the building. His hand on her arm slid down to take her hand, and then he walked with purpose toward the building.

She noticed three guards were waiting outside.

Milah had attempted to count all his guards, to assess the situation, but it was impossible. There was no set routine to any of them. One day, two guards could be out in the hallway, the next, one, another time, four. The numbers kept changing, and so did the hours that they changed.

It wasn’t an accident.

She knew Damon did it on purpose. Not because of her, but for all of his enemies. By not having a set routine, it made attacking him even more impossible. The only way to take him out would be to go at him head-on, but at the same time, that was also unfeasible. No one knew definitely how many men were on the property.

The men rarely showed their faces. Unless someone could recognize faces alone, they might have a shot at figuring out a weakness. So far, she hadn’t found a single one.

The guards stepped out of the way, and Damon moved her in front of them. They walked into the outbuilding, and after one look at it, she saw it was a large gym. In the center were several mats pushed together. She spotted a treadmill, weights, a bike, and several other pieces of equipment.

She should know them. Her mother had ordered her to use them all.

The gym mat was the easiest to detect, seeing as it took up most of the room, and that was where the men had trained her. Not in this place, obviously, but back home. When her father was away on business.

Damon stepped away from her.

She heard the door to the building close, followed by the bolt sliding into place. They were locked inside.

“What is going on?” she asked.

“You’ll find a set of gym clothes there.” He pointed off to the left. “Change into them.”

Milah hesitated but knew there was no point in arguing with him. Damon got what he wanted. She realized that quite quickly. She looked at the gym clothes and then tried to find somewhere to change into.



<<<<112129303132334151>84

Advertisement