Page 62 of A Monster Is Coming

Shrugging my shoulders, I shoved my hand into a family-sized bag of cheesy potato chips, which were my favorite snack for watching an asshole on screen. I didn’t even know where he had sent The Beast off to, and I didn’t care to know.

I stared at the screen and thought of ways I could end this bully. Finn Jr. was a piece of shit. I didn’t realize how bad he was when I took him. Ivan’s orders had been to take him alive, but I’d be quite happy to see this little shit dead.

With his father’s reputation, this sick little shit had used it to his advantage over time. He was only a year older than Niamh, and yet the two couldn’t be more chalk and cheese.

Niamh was a nice person. I sensed that.

I had a way of knowing good people from bad, and Niamh was nice. Her half-brother on the other hand, needed to be killed. There was no nice way to put it.

Finn Jr. liked power, and he was evil with it. I had uncovered several girls who worked for his father, as well as at the high school where he went growing up. Whenever Finn liked a girl, they didn’t get a choice. That was taken from them. If they wanted him or not, he was going to have them, and he wasn’t above using force.

To put it bluntly, he’d raped a lot of women and had been doing so since he was eighteen. I think I might have found his first victim. It had been the school nice girl. She’d been sweet and kind, a tutor, helping all of those in need. She caught the eye of Finn, even though she wasn’t interested in boyfriends, and she rejected him. That had been her biggest mistake.

She’d been working late at the library, and on her way to her car, he grabbed her. All night long, Finn Jr. raped her, humiliated her, and slowly broke her. He returned her home, as if it was just a date. His father was at her parents’ house, and told her if she went to the cops, her parents would be dead. He’d hunt them down. She didn’t go to the cops, and instead the family lived in fear.

I got this information from the woman’s sister. Finn didn’t just have his fun once. Now that the family was afraid of him, he used her multiple times until she finally couldn’t take it and killed herself. This smug little shit believed his father was going to get him out of this mess.

He didn’t realize that he was now on my radar, and he wasn’t going to be free very long. I was going to be the one to end him.

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Niamh

Two Weeks Later

I was bored.

Peter was out doing whatever kind of job he had to do, and I was stuck in here, in his penthouse apartment suite, and yes, it was nice. I’d been stuck here since before the wedding, and now I was stuck here again.

I was sitting on the pristine white sofa, aware that less than five feet away were three guys. I had tried to get to know the men who were on my guard duty, but none of them were willing to talk.

Did they even realize how scary it was to have three men staring at me? This was why I was on the sofa, staring at the blank TV screen. I could see them all, perfectly poised, ready to strike if someone even knocked at the door.

With my hands on my thighs, I took a deep breath and allowed the flow of boredom to wash over me once again. According to Peter, my life was at risk because my father was still alive. I didn’t know why Ivan was keeping him alive, or what reason he had to see me married.

I hated this confusion.

I hated this kind of boredom.

I’d attempted to talk to Peter about the men, but he wouldn’t hear of it. The men were here to stay. It didn’t exactly fill me with confidence that it took three men to watch me.

When the main door opened and all three men aimed their gun at the door, stepping closer to me, I was a little startled. I didn’t need to be, as seconds later, Ivan Volkov appeared.

“Are you going to shoot me?” he asked.

I’d moved onto my knees and I now looked toward the scene unfolding. The men put away their guns.

“I’m here now, I can take care of Niamh. You can all wait outside,” Ivan said.

I expected them to argue. There were multiple times I’d tried to order them to leave, and none of them would listen to me. Don’t get me wrong, I knew they couldn’t listen to me, and that sucked.

They were following orders. Peter’s orders.

Now they were following Ivan’s orders.

One by one, they left the apartment, and I turned my head back toward Ivan’s. “Is there any way you can teach me that?” I asked.

“I can teach you, but it is never going to work.”

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