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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However, when he traced his tongue across my bottom lip, and then somehow ended up touching my tongue, all thought was lost. My hands were by my sides, and then I was touching him. I was tempted to push him away, but I was loving the feel of his lips so much, and I didn’t want to push him away. I wanted him to keep kissing me.

At this point, I knew I was being selfish. Peter deserved a woman who wasn’t running from her past.

He was the first to break the kiss.

“I was wondering if you would like to stay the night. Not for sex, but just the night. I could make up the spare bedroom if that would make you more comfortable.”

At this point, I didn’t for a second believe anything would make me feel comfortable. I was far from comfortable. But it was late, and I was so tired, and I didn’t see a reason to run.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

In that moment, I knew I wouldn’t have minded the sex either.

How crazy could that be? I had never been with a man, and I was running away from my life, but I was quite happy with the thought of having sex with a complete and total stranger.

Who was I?

Chapter Seven

Peter

“She’s a fucking virgin!” I spun around and glared at Ivan.

I was surprised he’d been willing to see me so close to the last time. It made me wonder where he was staying, and if he was close by, why he wasn’t trying to win over Niamh fucking Byrne. He didn’t have another woman. There was no one waiting for him back home.

He was close to his other Brigadiers’ wives, but that’s because he liked them. It was no secret he seemed to gravitate toward broken women. Aurora, Adelaide, and Charlotte had come from messed-up backgrounds.

Ivan had been the one to save them.

Niamh fit the profile of the women he’d been matching to his men.

“And?” Ivan asked. “You do realize knocking up a virgin is the same as knocking up any other woman. There is no secret society or special lock.”

I ran fingers through my hair and turned toward him. “Why?”

“Because I’ve told you to.”

“You know I don’t love her!” Not that it would matter.

Ivan smiled, but it was one of those smiles that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I don’t need you to love her.”

“What about the others?” I asked.

“Others?”

“Slavik, Andrei, fucking Ive. They all love their women. You made sure you chose right by them, and what, I don’t get the same regard?” I asked. There was no point in pretending. The moment Niamh was pregnant with my kid, she was going to be my wife.

Ivan had chosen her for me.

She matched all the descriptions Ivan chose when it came to wives for his men. She was damaged but she also provided something to the Volkov Bratva with her name.

Not that I’d see Byrne and Ivan sitting down and enjoying civilized meetings. Far from it.

Ivan chuckled. “You think they were in love with their wives when I forced them to marry?”

I turned to look toward him. He hadn’t moved from his perch on the hood of his car. Ivan was dressed in a suit, impeccably, without any wrinkles. Always calm, always in control. Nothing could knock that coolness.

“Don’t…” I said, holding my hand up and shaking my head. “You’re not going to play me for the fool.”

“I’m not playing you for anything, but you might want to consider the fact that the others were not in love with their wives. All three of them hated being married. It was a job to them, but then, most marriages are jobs, right? Sacrifices.”

I stopped and ran a hand down my face.

“Niamh doesn’t deserve this.”

“Three bounty hunters have been killed in the past twenty-four hours,” Ivan said, making me tense up. “They’re closing in and your opportunity to make this work is closing. I don’t give a fuck what it takes, make her pregnant, and speed this shit up.”

With that, Ivan didn’t say another word. He climbed behind the wheel of the car, and took off, leaving me in our secret meeting spot. Running fingers through my hair, I blew out a breath. That didn’t end how I wanted it to.

I’d never been with a virgin. Niamh deserved better than this.

Climbing behind my own wheel, I turned over the ignition and headed back into town. I’d already cancelled the day’s appointments, even Niamh’s. I didn’t go home, instead, I parked my car in the only available parking space outside the diner, climbed out, and headed inside.

It was busy, close to lunchtime, and I made my way into the small booth at the back. This allowed me to check out the locals, as well as any potential bounty hunters making their way into Pickle Quest.


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