by Ellie Jean
My Monster
Copyright (c) 2019 by Ellie Jean
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WARNING: The book is recommended for readers aged 18+. Please do not read if sexual situations, violence, and explicit language offend you.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
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To my three boys and husband. You all make this dream possible.
Words.
They can lift or destroy.
They give you strength or weakness.
They bring hope or desolation.
They are powerful motherfuckers.
Good and bad.
Words can stick with you for a lifetime. Small and sharp, and able to crush.
“He’s a cheater.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Get out.”
“I’m leaving.”
“You’re a whore.”
“I don’t love you.”
“Goodbye.”
Memories are a part of life. As a family, we hope that one day we have more people we love to share our past with. Mine comes down to those few words. Harmless in most situations, but for me, profound and lasting. And they’re not ones I want to share with anyone. Bottled tight, I don’t dwell on them anymore. Because they are me. They shaped me. Drip by drip, I’ve been contaminated by them. A constant stream of poison seeping within me. Bit by bit, infiltrating my mind and soul.
Remembering words that brought me courage and peace are scattered somewhere within my psyche but aren’t as easily recalled.
Good hasn’t triumphed over evil. Consumed by malicious acts each day, one small sliver of sunlight kept me from drowning completely.
Mom.
I remember her smile and her strength. Her hugs and non-judgment of my life.
Optimistic and graceful.
But it was snuffed out. Extinguished.
Her kind words, even after a few months, are disappearing. Yet, the vicious ones I remember so clearly.
“She’s dead.”
These words haunt me daily.
My words, “I will protect you,” ravage my heart and fuel chaos in my mind.
I had failed.
Red, thick liquid oozes down his chest. His face turns pale as the blood seeps out of him. The contorted grimace on his face make me smile wider. Holding him up with one hand, his body heaves in breaths trying to keep alive, but it’s useless. A knife ripped through his flesh, deep enough to sever the artery that keeps him alive. He can do nothing but gulp air like a goldfish out of water. Meeting his maker in a few minutes while I will be in a warm bed, fucking the woman that has completely turned my life into constant disarray and angst. It’s as though I’m being rewarded for ridding the world of asshole scum. She’d have my balls if I told her that though. But to matters at hand first.
The dark head of hair flops to the side. Eyes barely open and his body grows heavy. I take my hand away, letting him drop to the dirt ground like a sack of shit that he is. Coming into our casino—Obsidian—owned by The Savage Shadows, throwing around cash like there’s no tomorrow, he won’t have to worry about that now. Getting drunk on our alcohol and hospitality then refusing to pay up when he loses at Baccarat, that shit doesn’t fly here. Gloating in his alcohol fused rage that he will take us down, claiming that plans are in motion and it’s only a matter of time before we would be removed from our thrones. That was the end. For him and my temper.
“Stupid motherfucker.” Ocean steps around the corner and utters what I’ve been thinking. “What the hell was this idiot playing at? It’s like he wanted to die tonight.”
Being notorious crime figures in LA, we have been at the top of our game for years now.
We command respect.
We are feared.
We’ve earned every ounce of it.
Heartless and lethal, we kill vermin without a second thought. Keeping our businesses thriving, and recently, protecting our women is top priority. Gangs and criminals are reminded constantly who we are and what we do to anyone who thinks they can take us out, hurt our loved ones or our businesses.
Repercussions are final.
They die.
It’s that simple…
“Fuck if I know.” I pull out his wallet from his coat jacket and check who this asshole is, or rather was, since he’s now lying in his own blood with no pulse. “O, we could have a problem.”
“Who the hell is he?” Ocean deadpans.
“Nick Amari. Thought he looked familiar,” I snarl. Ocean’s eyes widen as he puts together the name. “Looks like Liza is making a move on us.”
“She must have forgotten how good your cock is.” Ocean takes the wallet and places it in his pocket, laughing.
“I did tell her it was a one-time experience, months ago. She had begged me for weeks after to service her again, but I had ignored her requests. I guess she’s not happy with the arrangement.” Laughing, I drag the body down the side of the dumpster so it can be easily removed by the clean-up crew. “These fucking clingy, powerful women.” There’s only one woman who controls my dick. I’m a maniac with need most of the time the way she taunts me. My breath speeds up, my body flames and my cock demands action when I think about my fast mouthed, fashionista; Crystal. Being on my mind constantly, you can see my problem.
A problem that doesn’t like to be solved or told what to do.
“Yeah, nothing like Emerald, Lace, or she-who-will-remain-nameless.” Making himself laugh, again.
I message the crew to come and take care of the rat. I can’t imagine Liza will be happy that her brother has spilled information from within their confines. She’s about to get another reminder of
who is boss in this city.
“Crystal and I are actually on speaking terms this week.” Hot-headed and unable to follow directions, we clash. Actually, shatter is a more appropriate word. We walk back toward the entrance to the casino, making our way up to our office. “Crystal’s too busy with Lace’s wedding and her fashion line to have the energy to give me sass. She wants it quick and hard, rendering her into a sleeping beauty. I’m not complaining.”
“Makes a change. You two sure know how to give each other shit.” Ocean opens the door and we make our way inside. Grabbing two glasses, I pour two fingers of scotch.
“Makes it so much more rewarding when she finally submits to my captivating ways.”
“Idiot.” He gulps down the drink in one mouthful. “You don’t see it, do you?”
“What?” I refill his glass, eager to hear what he’s talking about.
“She plays you like a fucking fiddle.” He takes a smaller mouthful and grabs some clothes out of the cupboard. We’ve both got blood on ours, best to get rid of any evidence.
“The only thing getting played is her pussy.” I finish my drink and think about what he’s saying. “And I’m an expert at that.”
“Don’t worry T, you play her just as equally as she plays you. You’re both fucking insane.” He strolls off to the bathroom to shower and change. I guess our constant fighting could be classed as insanity? But the make-up trysts are un-fucking-believable, so maybe we are geniuses?
Refilling my glass, I call Slate. He needs to know what’s gone on tonight before Liza realizes her brother is never coming home.
“Am I being played?” I fire through the phone when he picks up and await his response. Swirling my glass, the ice cubes clink together.
“What the fuck, man? It’s two in the morning.” Irritation ripples through the phone. “Couldn’t this wait?”
I don’t hear a word he says. “Ocean reckons Crystal’s playing me, what do you think?”
“Shhhh…it’s only fucking Tanner.” He must be talking to Emerald who I’ve woken up.
“Morning, sugar dumplings…” If she can hear me, that one should wind her up, I don’t think I’ve used that one on her before.
“He didn’t just call me su—” Em can’t stand it when I call her stupid lovey names, but it’s a running joke, possibly not for two a.m. though. “It’s okay, I’ll get rid of the idiot,” Slate’s placating her.
“Ask your woman, is it true?”
A huff comes through the phone loud and clear. “He wants to know if Crystal is playing him? I’d say yes and you deserve it.”
“What the hell?” Throwing back the liquor, Ocean comes out looking like he’s ready to go to the club. “What did Emerald say?” My eyebrows draw together. I mouth the word ‘Slate’ to Ocean to let him know I’ve contacted him, albeit I haven’t got around to why yet.
“She rolled her gorgeous eyes and is now busily stroking my cock. Do you need more info or can I go back to my delicious woman?”
“Shit…” I shake my head; I didn’t need that image. “Yeah, one second though. We had a problem tonight at the casino. It’s sorted but there will be blow back from one cold bitch, Liza.”
“Okay, let Caden know and we will meet first thing to discuss.”
“Right. Enjoy your ride,” I say.
“I should be kicking your ass in the morning, but I just might be thanking you.”
Hanging up, I dial another number. It rings three times before a sleepy voice answers.
“Be naked and legs spread on your bed in twenty.”
“I think you’ve got the wrong number, you’re looking for Skank Express.” Her abruptness, even while half asleep makes me smile.
“Oh Tiger, we can role play if you like when I get there. Have you got any fishnet stockings to put on?” My cock only has to hear her sassy mouth and it hardens.
“Oh, you think I want to play? If I owned a pair of those tasteless cheap leg coverings, I’d be shoving them down your throat.”
“I know what will be going down your throat.” I throw on some clothes, piling our blood-stained ones into a bag so I can dispose of them on the way.
She sighs dramatically. “Promises, promises. But, anyway, it’s too freaking late, or should I say early for these harassing calls. I have to be up in a few hours so I can get myself beautiful for work.”
“Just be naked, Crystal, you always look beautiful.”
“Oh a compliment. How refreshing. Did your last slave die of something?”
“Yeah, a sore fucking ass because she didn’t do what she was told. Be ready.”
Hitting the end button, I need to be wrapped in her cunt now. Her short blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and flawless skin, with curves and legs that are perfect, especially when they are situated around my ears are the ultimate package. When she opens her mouth and some smart-ass comment comes flying out, my dick goes rock solid.
Ocean picks up the bag and walks toward the door. “Sounds like you’re gonna be kept busy tonight.”
“Crystal has no idea. The adrenaline pumping through my veins, I hope she does as she’s fucking told for once.”
“Good luck with that, man. Waking her from her sleep, she’s not going to be in the best of moods.”
“By the end of the night, she won’t remember her name, let alone her mood.” I place the glasses in the sink and get ready to leave. “Slate said he’d meet us in the morning. Can you let Caden know?”
A nod and a smirk and we are out the door. “You know, with all of you sticking your cocks in the same chicks, I’ve got multiple offers these days. So, I’m heading downstairs and see who I can find to fill my fantasies for the night.”
“Happy to help, brother.” Lifting my chin, I grab the bag from Ocean and think about all the ways I’m going to fill my woman’s smart mouth.
“Freakin’ fudge cakes…who does this barbarian think he’s talking to?” My pussy, the traitor, was instantly wet from hearing his blunt words encased in his voice which is as smooth as a samurai sword blade. Cutting into me as deep as one too. Tanner left his mark on me with each and every word, touch, or menacing look he cast in my direction.
I should dislike him. But my body loves his touch.
His words grate on me, yet they consume me.
Brown eyes devour me completely. But are they only cast in my direction?
Having the best sex, combined with heated arguing with Tanner, for over four months, keeps my fears away from the truth. Nothing too deep. Never speaking about personal details. Only superficial talk and mind-altering sex.
Was I falling for a guy who was playing me? Who was exclusive to no one, including me? I didn’t want to be that girl who was oblivious to reality.
I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t let it happen.
Keeping my options open, I’d have fun, be myself and get what I want. I refuse to bow to him. My body needs to get on the same page, because it’s caving in like a free falling avalanche.
Lying on my bed for ten minutes, in a heated state, thanks to my wanton body, I am contemplating how I should react to his torturous demand. The designer bedroom suite I lay in has no answers for me. Being wide awake after his call, searching my silver chandelier hanging above me with the small glimmering pendants hanging from it for answers didn’t help or relax me. It did the opposite. Images of his tree trunk arms covered in black and grey ink swirled around my mind. Tingles erupted over my skin thinking about his tongue piercing that drives me completely insane. Heat engorges my face remembering how his cock drives into me lifting me to space, to my own private galaxy where I float with no gravity. It’s pure utopia.
Why wouldn’t I want that?
Even if I have to get up in four hours, there’s no denying he will have me. But I’ll make it on my terms.
“Darn it…” Ripping the light cover from my overheated body, I storm into the bathroom. The light reveals what I thought, blonde hair that looks like it’s been in a blender and a wrinkl
ed face from where I’ve been lying on it. My aqua silk pajamas are my only saving grace.
A rattle at the door lets me know my one true undoing is here.
I haven’t given Tanner a key to my oversized apartment, but he manages to enter at his own free will when he chooses. Not that my body ever complains with his booty calls. I guess being a lead crime figure in the underworld has its benefits.
“Motherfucker.” A growl fills the silence. My predator has arrived.
Splashing water on my face to wash my tiredness away, I hear the noise of the wooden door catching.
Whoops…
I forgot. I put the chain latch across the door before I went to bed. I had run into my neighbor when I arrived home from work and she scared the life out of me when she told me someone tried to break into her apartment two nights ago. Watching the latest version of Halloween before falling into my bed didn’t do me any favors either.
Patting my face dry, I rush to the door. My hand rests on the door. Intense darkened eyes peer in.
“You’re at the wrong address. Skank Express isn’t here,” I deadpan. “Try your luck at The Gem.”
“Hotcakes…you have three minutes left before the expiration time ends on my initial call. You know where you should be.” Dilated pupils and a sneer penetrate through the three-inch-wide opening of the door.
His distinct smell of intertwined smoke and vanilla filters through the air. Sweat pools on my palms and my heart rate peaks as I swiftly push the door close and lock it again.
Yes, I’m playing with fire, in fact, I’m dousing myself in gasoline ready to be torched alight by his touch when he enters. And without a shadow of a doubt, he will be in here within the next two and a half minutes. In charge of his own fate, he leaves nothing to chance. Especially not fucking. It’s a priority.
Meandering back toward the kitchen, my silk bottoms swish around my ass with my hips swaying. My nipples are peaked, and my breath is spiked.
A loud crash comes through the entry way.
Tanner is inside…
It takes all of my willpower not to turn and face this brute. Licking my lips, my blood races. My core clenches but my legs keep moving toward the kitchen island.
