A Monster Is Coming (Volkov Bratva #4) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Volkov Bratva Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
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Pulling into the driveway of my home, I shut off the ignition and turned toward her.

“You’re terrified.”

“Nah, it’s fine. You know, every single day a strange guy gives me a ride to his … amazing home. This is your house?” she asked.

I laughed. “Yeah and no. I’m house-sitting for a friend. He’s out of the country, away on some business, and he wanted me to keep an eye on the place. He sees it as some kind of investment.”

Not a total lie. I’m away on business, and it is kind of an investment. This helped me to mingle with the crowds, which is what I wanted. I didn’t want to raise questions.

This job that Ivan has given me is fucking shit. Working as a damn gym instructor, fending off advances from both married and single women. Some men might think this was a dream job. Not me. It’s shit. I like running my territory, even killing people is more entertaining than this.

The only good thing about what we’re doing is I’ll get to keep Niamh. This is not going to be easy. I’m already lying to her, just as she is lying to me. I accept it.

“It looks amazing,” Niamh said.

From the brief information Ivan had given me, and knowing Niamh, I didn’t believe she had the classic traditional home. Her mother lived in a small home paid for by Finn Byrne. I guessed he used that as a stopping point, doing deals, and potentially bringing danger to Niamh every chance he got.

If I ever met Finn Byrne, I was going to hurt him.

“Do you want to come and see inside? It’s just for us to hang out,” I said.

Actually, my plan was to get closer to her. I needed to bridge this gap that Niamh seemed determined to keep between us. The only way to do that was to make sure she didn’t keep finding reasons to disappear on me. At my house, I made the rules.

Climbing out of the car, I rounded the vehicle. Niamh was already out, and she offered me such a sweet smile. We walked to my front door, and I unlocked it, stepped through, and activated the security codes as I closed the door. Now, there was no way for her to escape without me knowing. I threw the keys into the little dish on the cabinet a few feet from the door.

Niamh did a little circle as she looked at the space. To any prying eyes, it looked like a family home. There were no personal pictures or anything like that.

“This place is incredible,” Niamh said.

“Yeah, the guy I’m helping said it was. He wanted it to be a family home as well. He just hasn’t found the wife for him.”

Again, not all lies.

Actually, they were all lies, but there were some she didn’t need to know.

I watched her as she stayed in one place and then clasped her hands together and offered me a smile. “So, I’ve seen your place, and I’m a little jealous, but I think it’s time you take me back to my apartment.”

I was not a movie star boyfriend. I didn’t have a clue what to fucking say. All I had to do was click my fingers and women flock to me. I didn’t even have to care about satisfying them. Sex was sex.

Ivan had seriously put me in the fucking deep end. I didn’t know what to do with Niamh. She had shown no signs of finding me attractive. She was ready to run. That’s all she wanted to do, and Ivan wanted me to trap her. How the fuck did a guy trap a woman? Wasn’t it the other way around?

“You know, how about I get you a drink?” I asked, and I was already heading to the kitchen.

“I, uh, I don’t drink.”

“I can offer more than alcohol.” Opening the fridge, I read off what I had. “Orange juice, soda, water, milk.”

“Milk,” she said.

“I get why you’re nervous,” I said, grabbing the milk and turning to her.

She tucked some of her hair behind her ear. She’d confined the full brown locks at the back of her head in a ponytail as I’d seen her do for the last few weeks. It never stopped her from having to tuck her hair back behind her ears. “You do?”

For a second, I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about, and then I remembered we were actually talking. This was highly unusual when it came to women. I’d yet to meet a woman worth having a conversation with. Most of them were only interested in my dick, my wealth, or my title. I didn’t mind that, but I was only ever interested in looking for a good time.

“Yeah, you’re nervous because you’re in my house, and I bet you’re worried I’m some kind of thief, but trust me, I’m not.”



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