Pretty Monster Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
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Then as she grabs her tank and pulls it over her head, she makes her way into the bathroom. I switch over to my private feed, watching through my hidden camera as she gets undressed and steps into the shower. The water rains down over her, and as she rubs her loofah all over her body, I slip my hand into my pants, imagining the day that I will take her for myself.

As she finishes in the shower and gets ready for bed, I switch back to the main feed and take a look at the movement in her hallway, making sure all is as it should be, and realizing that now is as good a time as ever, I grab my cut and walk straight back out the door.

The ride to Kyah’s apartment complex is short, only fifteen minutes in the dead of night, and I pull up beside Spider, nodding as he meets my gaze. “Take off, man,” I tell him. “I’ve got it from here.”

He doesn’t hesitate, letting his bike rumble to life before taking off into the night, and I waste no time, cutting my engine and making my way across the street. As I approach the front door, trying to remember the access code for the building, a movement in the shadows catches my attention.

My head snaps up, and when the shadows seem to swallow the person whole, I move toward it, darting around the corner of Kyah’s building and toward the fire escape that leads right up to her window. Only I come to a stop, not seeing anybody.

I peer into the darkness, checking up and down the length of Kyah’s building, but come up blank. I could have sworn I saw someone sneaking around here. Was it just a trick of the light or am I finally starting to lose my fucking mind?

Figuring it was nothing, I go to make my way out of the alley when I feel something press into my back, only before I get the chance to grab the bastard, a sharp burn appears at the base of my throat. My eyes widen, and I clutch my neck to find blood pouring over my hands.

Have I been cut?

I start choking on my own blood as the body at my back leans in once again. “You’ll never have her. She’s mine, Viper. All fucking mine.” And before I even get a chance to look back or fight, I drop to my knees and feel a rush of cold overwhelm my body, darkness edging my vision.

As blood pours from the deep gash in my throat and quickly pools beneath me, I stare up at the starry night sky. My limbs go heavy, too heavy to continue clutching my throat and my hand falls lifelessly beside me. The stars above begin to blur until the world completely fades away and then finally, I close my eyes, losing grasp of consciousness.

31

KYAH

Wailing sirens pull me from my sleep, and as my eyes spring open, I see the red and blue flashing lights illuminating my bedroom. I throw myself out of bed in a blind panic.

What in the fresh hell is going on out there?

I scurry across the room, my legs wobbling as I make it to the window, catching myself on the frame. Grabbing the handle and yanking it open, I peer into the night and see a flood of police cars and cops sectioning off the street with yellow tape.

The cops linger in the alleyway beside my building, and as the distant roar of motorbikes grows closer, unease settles into my veins.

Needing to know what the hell is going on, I hurry out of my bedroom and into my living room. As usual, I find my window wide open, but instead of fretting over it, I throw my head through it, peering down at the chaos below.

A heavy thumping sounds at my door, but I ignore it as I search through the crowd below, trying to figure out what has their attention. Then as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I finally see it—a body.

A sharp gasp tears through me when I catch a glimpse of the familiar Grim Reapers cut.

“Holy shit.”

The thumping on my door continues. “Mace, baby. You in there?” Alex calls through the door.

My heart races, and I pull myself away from the window, trying to remember who the hell Viper had stationed outside my building last night. I was so focused on Alex and trying to justify why the hell I’m so blasé about allowing my stalker full access to me, I can’t remember it clearly.

Was it Spider? I’m not so sure.

I remember walking past and giving him a small smile, and while I looked up, I didn’t really see. It was like a natural instinct—look up, smile, mind your own business, and keep walking. There was no conversation or any real acknowledgment of why he was still here even after Mason Ledger was found dead.


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