Page 1 of Monster
Prologue
MONSTER
The club was jumping.
The music, the flashing lights - it was all meant to say, come on in and have a good time.
And I’m sure to anyone else it would have. But not to me.
I saw past it all, just like I always did. It was a mask to hide the seedy underbelly of the city of sin. I knew all about masks; I wore one myself. One that I used to hide the monster I was underneath my charming smile.
Looks could be deceiving, and that sure as hell was true of the place I stood in. It looked like an upscale kind of place, full of beautiful people, but I wasn’t fooled. The place stank of desperation.
Reeked of it.
There was no difference between the women there and the girls back at the clubhouse who would happily drop to their knees and suck my cock without being asked twice. At least the club girls knew what they were. They didn’t feel the need to put on airs and graces.
They didn’t pretend.
I knew that I could’ve had any one of the women gyrating in front of me if I’d wanted to. That wasn’t me being big-headed. It was me being honest. I had seen the way they had side-eyed me. All fake smiles, fake hair, and fake tits.
Las Vegas was so damn predictable; it was almost boring.
Luckily, I wasn’t there to party. I was there to do a job.
And watchingheras she danced, her long black hair touching her perfectly round butt, her curves barely concealed in a sequined dress, I already knew it was going to be a job I was going to enjoy.
Hell, Angela Monroe didn’t know it yet, but she was going to be a job I really, REALLY enjoyed.
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One job,that’s all I had to do.
And what a fucking job it was.
If all my jobs from the Savage Sons were as enjoyable as that one, I wouldn't kick up a fuss as much as I usually did. Not that it was technically a job for my president, Fang. It was more a favour for Gio, the new head of The Family. A goodwill gesture for helping to save Fang’s old lady Gypsy a few months earlier.
Tightening my grip on the woman’s long dark hair, I ploughed into her from behind. There was nothing gentle about it, because I wasn't interested in gentle. If she wanted tender caresses and sweet nothings whispered in her ear then she had chosen the wrong man.
Not that she had truly chosen me. Angela Monroe was my target, my prey. She had been since the moment I stepped foot in the Godforsaken city of sin four days prior. Still, that didn’t mean I couldn't make it enjoyable. For the both of us.
“Don’t stop.”
I almost rolled my eyes at the neediness in her voice. The breathiness of it. As if I was going to stop. It wasn’t even a remote possibility once I had her in bed. I was going to put on a good show for the cameras I had dotted around the room. And so was she. She just didn’t know it.
Was I an asshole for what I was doing? Yes. There was no doubt in my mind what kind of man I was. But she was a means to an end. A job, nothing more.
We were both consenting adults...although, ok, maybe she hadn’t consented to being filmed, but it wasn’t like they would ever see the light of day. Gio would send them to her father and a deal would be struck. She could go about her charmed, beautiful, little life as she always did. She’d be none the wiser that I had used her to pay off a debt.Unless of course, her father didn’t want to play ball.
Asshole move? Yep. But I figured no one would really get hurt from it, so we might as well both have some fun.
Curving my back over hers, I yanked back on her hair again, more roughly this time. My teeth grazed her ear. “Wasn’t going to stop, sweetheart.” As if to prove my point, I tilted my hips up, slamming into her with enough force that her body was pushed up the bed a few inches. It was only my hand fisted in her hair that kept her from slipping off me completely.
“You like it rough, don’t you, Angela?”
In answer she purred, it was the only way to describe it - that needy little contented sound in the back of her throat that caused my balls to draw up tight.
