Mistress to a Monster
Milah looked up, and he saw that she’d gotten herself under control. “You don’t have to worry about me running off.”
“I don’t worry about that anyway.”
“What do you want?” she asked.
She was a foolish woman.
“You will come to my room tonight.”
Her jaw clenched.
What would she do?
“Fine.” She looked down and got to work.
He smiled. “Make sure she has everything she needs.” He nodded toward the chef to keep an eye on her.
Milah may not be able to get her hands on poison, but there were enough cleaning products within a house to make it quite easy to harm someone. He wouldn’t put it past her to try.
After leaving the kitchen, he made his way back to his office and found himself more curious than he liked.
At his desk, he pulled out his key and unlocked the bottom drawer. He grabbed the file and flicked it open. It held all the details of Milah, of her life. Where she went to school. Her grades. Even people she associated with, which were none. Milah was closed off to everything and everyone.
No one wanted to be friends with a Russo. He wasn’t surprised. They were the enemy.
There wasn’t enough information on her mother.
He grabbed his cell phone and dialed his man who liked to be known as Genius. Damon entertained him because so far, no matter the request, he’d been able to supply.
“What’s up?” Genius asked.
“I need you to find some information for me on, Edith Russo, previously known as Flynn.”
“Are you sure? The woman’s dead, sir.”
“I know she’s dead, but I want to know everything. Every tiny little detail.”
“All the dirty stuff, got it.”
“Soon.” He hung up and placed the phone in front of him on the desk. Milah was cooking in his mother’s kitchen.
He gripped the edge of the desk and decided to go to the security room, which was located on the first floor.
His guards were all busy, and no one called to distract him.
Entering the computer room, he saw all the screens were blank. He typed in his password, and the screens came to life. Every single one that was around his property, from the front gate, through the forest, and all around the house.
He typed in the code to bring up the kitchen, and he stood, watching Milah.
No one approached her. His staff kept a wide berth, and Milah just chopped away.
She didn’t get in anyone’s way, nor did she threaten anyone.
One of the maids approached Milah, and he watched her look up, and for the first time since she got here, she smiled. Actually smiled, and he gritted his teeth.
Milah was beautiful. No doubt about it. But when she smiled, he felt like he’d been punched to the gut. She was even more stunning. He saw the dimples in the corner of her cheeks, and her eyes had this twinkle. She didn’t look guarded as she smiled, but almost as if she was lost in her own little world.
Mesmerizing.
He cleared his throat as the maid rounded the counter, stood beside Milah, and started to help.
Was she not afraid?
Most of the staff were, especially after she had shot James and hurt others.
Damon eased out the chair, sat down, and watched her. She looked so natural in the kitchen. Like she was in the kitchen often.
She placed lots of vegetables within a pot, and the maid went to grab the kettle on the far stove. The chef glared at her, but the maid didn’t stop.
She helped Milah, who stirred the hot water into her pot, and then handed it back to the maid.
He grabbed the walkie-talkie on the counter in the security room and requested the kitchen maid working with Milah to be brought to him in his office.
Milah put the lid onto the pot and slid it into the oven. She looked at the oven with such intent.
He waited until she stood back, but Milah didn’t leave the kitchen. She started to clean away her mess.
Why?
He had staff to do that.