Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy #2) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Monster Trilogy Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
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That knowledge doesn’t erase my sense of culpability and frustration, though.

I taste salt, and I realize I’m crying again. What’s wrong with me today? Since when did I become a crybaby?

My body is just not able to contain all the emotional turmoil inside me. The regrets, the adrenaline, and especially the feeling of being torn between my family and my strong sense of loyalty to Kirill.

I don’t know if this type of loyalty started in the army or after he saved my life or even after I went to New York and became close to him on more than one level, but the loyalty is there.

Which is ironic since I brought him to this state.

“Please come back, Kirill. I beg you.”

I don’t want to think of the possibility of him being gone. That’s simply not allowed. I’ve known him for about a year, and while that might not seem like a long time, it feels like forever.

I just can’t imagine my life without him in it.

Worse, I’m starting to forget how I lived before he came along.

And if he’s gone, I have no idea how I will be able to cope or survive.

“You have all these plans to rise to the top, right?” I murmur as if he can hear me. “You’ll go so high, people will break their necks looking up at you. You’ll build and smash as many houses of cards as possible, just because you can. You have too many plans and things to do, so you can’t just give up on them now… Also, Karina will lose whatever progress she’s made if something happens to you. She really loves you but doesn’t have the confidence to express it, because she’s scared you might leave again. I think Konstantin loves you, too, but he’s just badly misguided by your mother… And Viktor…what will happen to your shadow if you’re gone? He can’t be anyone else’s shadow after he’s invested so many years in you. And Anna…she’ll be devastated. Yuri, Maksim, and the rest of the men, too. They respect you because they see you as a role model. Not because they’re scared of you… All these people depend on you, so you can’t leave…”

I’m blabbering and bawling again until I can only see him through blurred vision.

“Sir…”

As I raise my head at the nurse’s voice, I use the sleeve of my jacket to wipe my eyes. I imagine they’re probably bloodshot and red since she double-checks me before continuing, “You have visitors outside.”

Probably the police.

After taking one last look at Kirill, I stroke the glass as if I’m caressing his face, then leave the ICU area.

The moment I step outside, my cheek flies to the side due to a ruthless slap. I freeze in place as none other than Babushka comes into view, accompanied by my uncle, who’s changed into a casual shirt, pants, and a heavy coat.

My grandmother is a short woman with a square face and gray hair that’s gathered in a stiff bun. Her wrinkles form a map of the decades she’s lived on this earth. She’s dressed in a conservative gray knee-length dress with a thick golden brooch on her chest. A matching necklace, bracelet, and the family ring complete the look. Oh, and the cane that she’s tapping on the floor.

I always knew my grandmother didn’t prefer me over my cousins or brother, but this is the first time she’s looked at me with pure contempt.

“Mother…” My uncle tries to pull her back, but she pushes him away and hits her cane on the floor again.

“How dare you stop our revenge on that rotten family?” she asks with an extremely upper-class Russian accent—the way I used to speak before I joined the army and had to lose it.

My shoulders hunch like every time I’m scolded by her. I’ve always worked for Babushka’s approval but have never gotten it, which makes me lack confidence whenever I’m in front of her.

The cane with a golden strip and a crow’s head in her wrinkly hand has been the bane of my existence. I, more often than not, got hit by that when I was growing up.

Sometimes, even hearing it tapping on the ground is enough to start a ticking sound at the back of my head.

I swallow twice before I’m able to speak. “Kirill has nothing to do with our revenge.”

The cane swishes in the air before it crashes against my side, and I wince, but I don’t move out of the way. “So you are switching sides now?”

“No. But I won’t allow anyone to kill him.”

“You’re defending him with everything in you. I wonder how he’ll react if he finds out you’re an Ivanov.” She lifts her nose in the air. “He and his father did everything in their power to eliminate us. Do you think he’ll take the knowledge of survivors lightly?”


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