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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I nod, knowing exactly when to play along with his demanding nature.

He goes over my alarm, showing me how to enable it each night and explains that the security company will receive a notification when it's tripped. Then after practically giving me a pop quiz, Viper and his men are gone, and before I get a chance to even set the alarm for the night, I fall face-first onto my bed and crash, the exhaustion of the day, knocking me out cold.

19

REID

“What a clever girl,” I murmur to myself, watching as the Grim Reapers fly down the street after spending the last few hours installing Kyah’s new security cameras, their bikes rumbling like a thunderstorm through the night.

I knew she was starting to sense me there, starting to feel that something was off, and installing security cameras was the perfect confirmation. She’s finally starting to play my game, and I’ve never been so excited.

Oh, the fun we’re about to have.

A heavy rush pulses through my veins as I cross the road and make my way toward the front door of the apartment complex. It’s not the first time one of my girls has had security cameras and alarms installed, and from experience, it only makes it better.

I’m going to have to be careful from here on out, but first, I need to get inside her apartment and figure out what I’m dealing with.

After hashing in the code at the main door of the building, I slip inside before making my way up the three flights of stairs to her apartment, and as I creep toward her door, I shift my gaze up and down the long hall, making sure I’m not about to get caught. Each passing second brings us a little closer to midnight, and from what I can tell about watching the people who occupy this building, midnight is my golden hour. Most of the time. I’m not going to lie, I’ve had a few close calls over the past few weeks, but nothing I can’t shrug off as a one-night stand.

Pulling out the burner phone cloned from Kyah’s phone, I quickly search it to find a new app staring back at me, and a grin tears across my face. Fuck, my sweet little Kyah makes it too easy.

Opening the app, I shake my head, realizing that on day one, she already forgot to set her alarm, giving me perfect access to her apartment, not that something as menial as an alarm was going to stop me. Then looking at the camera feed, I’m able to determine exactly where her new cameras are and just how many have been installed. I have to give it to Viper, he did a thorough job making sure there were no blind spots, but unfortunately for him, the lack of blind spots won't be an issue for me.

Going into the settings of the app, I record a loop, and considering she’s already passed out in bed and there’s no other movement inside her apartment, I don’t need to record for long. Then after hacking into the app’s mainframe, I set the video to play on a loop for the next two hours before disabling her cameras. And with that, I slide the copy of her front door key into her door and walk straight in.

A grin lingers on my lips, and the second I close the door behind me, I inhale deeply, loving the way her scent wraps around me. She’s so fucking intoxicating. Everything about her just does it for me.

It’s been challenging trying to see her this past week, but I’ve done what I can to make it work. I don’t understand it though. She took the death of that asshole really hard, but it shouldn't have broken her this way. I was doing her a favor, giving her what she needed. Doesn’t she see how wrong he was for her? But it’s fine, sometimes these things happen, and handling human emotions isn’t always as easy as we hope it’s going to be. Sometimes we just break, even when it’s not warranted, and I’m not going to hold that against her. Instead, I just laid with her through the night, holding her close as she cried in her sleep, and as much as I want to do that again, I can’t risk it. Instead, I’ve played with her in other ways.

The thought sends my gaze straight toward her living room window and a smirk lingers on my lips. God, it’s been fun playing this little game with her this week. I like to think that it’s given her something to look forward to each morning. Only now she’s started locking it, and that shit doesn’t sit well with me. I’d usually come in through her window to avoid the risk of exposure when having to go straight through her front door, but these past few days, it’s been necessary.


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