The Monster by Shen L.J

Author:Shen, L.J.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Boston Belles
Publisher: L. J. Shen
Published: 2021-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

Cillian dragged a kicking and screaming Gerald off of Jane while Hunter scooped his limp mother in his arms, shouldering past people as he rushed her out of the limelight.

British Clark Kent, AKA Devon Whitehall, appeared out of nowhere, making a beeline straight to the doors, having security close them as he demanded the staff to dispose of their phones so he could delete any sensitive material that might be leaked. The night had tapered off and only a handful of guests and the cleaning crew remained.

Aisling trembled next to me like a leaf, watching her family go down in flames.

Gerald had finally realized the cufflinks I took were missing, and he was blaming Jane for it.

His sanity was evaporating into thin air, along with his common sense.

The crazy hair. The pajamas and robe. The drastic weight loss. The drunkenness.

In public.

I imagined he had his driver bring him in, mumbling incoherently the whole way here. Poor asshole was probably going to get fired by Jane.

He was on the fast track to oblivion. Everything was going according to plan.

At some point, Aisling sneaked away from next to me, catching Cillian’s steps, pushing Gerald out of the ballroom while people around them gossiped and gasped.

Her face was tight with emotions, her eyes glassy with concern.

Suddenly, I grappled with a feeling completely foreign to me. I never felt it before, so I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was. It was a mixture of nausea and dread with some anger thrown into the mix.

Had I been poisoned?

Funny, because I couldn’t find two fucks to give about Cillian and Hunter crapping bricks right now, even if I looked for said fucks with a search unit. I couldn’t bring myself to care about Becca, for that matter, who was currently tucked in an Uber, heading back to wherever-the-hell she came from, probably cursing me all the way to next Tuesday for bailing on her ass as soon as Aisling showed up in the cloakroom.

Guilt.

That was what was seeping its way through me like poison.

After all this time, and all the sins I’d committed, it had finally wormed its way through my exterior.

It was new.

And it felt like shit.

At the same time, I knew backing down wasn’t an option. Not like this. Not right now. Gerald had ruined my life. He had to pay.

He killed my fucking unborn brother.

Drove my mother away.

Then had me do all his dirty work—his arm bending, his illegal dabbling—all while throwing in fat bonuses to make sure I didn’t touch and sully his precious princess.

“Give us a ride home.” Someone clapped my shoulder from behind. When I turned around to inform them I wasn’t a fucking Uber driver, I was surprised to see Troy and Sparrow, hand in hand.

“Didn’t know you were here.”

Troy tucked his free hand into his front pocket, glancing around the apocalyptic scene in front of us with indifference.

“Got here ten minutes ago from dinner with friends just to drop off the check. We stayed for the entertainment. Our taxi driver has left.

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