Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“I find that hard to believe.”
“I’m still a virgin,” Faith said, cringing inside as she spoke aloud. There were no other women around, just men, and it was mortifying to be talking about herself like that. She looked at her grandfather. “Brute fed me, allowed me to wash, and he … took care of me,” she said, hoping her unspoken words were hinted at. Brute had done that for her, and she knew he could have done anything to her. She could have been beaten. One of the men had wanted to beat her.
She didn’t know what to think in that moment. Faith had known her grandfather was a bad man, but this was quite different for her to actually see it. Even if he hadn’t hurt this man, the fact remained that he was hurt.
She wanted to scream at him, but then she thought about all the accusations Brute had told her about. The death, the lies.
“Where’s my mom?” she asked.
The only person she wanted to see in that moment was her mother.
She looked at Sergey, hopeful that this was all just one big confused nightmare.
Brute laughed. “Your mother isn’t coming, is she, Sergey?”
“Let us be done with this,” Sergey said.
“Where is she?” Faith asked, feeling the panic rise. Beverly Dawson hadn’t been a good woman or a mother, but she was still her mom. She still wanted her.
But no one was listening to her. They wanted this to be over. They didn’t care what she had to say and think.
Brute and Sergey moved closer together. Sergey dragged his captive, while Brute held her arm tightly.
The two men were close, less than a foot away, and they closed that distance by half. No one said a word, and then Tank was in Brute’s arms and her grandfather had her, but she didn’t feel safe.
“This isn’t over,” Sergey said.
“This has only just begun,” Brute said.
Both men then started to step back.
She expected one of them to pull a gun and to finally end this, but neither did. Faith couldn’t help but watch as Brute took his men back to his group. He didn’t look back. Sergey moved her toward the back of a large black car. She slid inside and there was no one else in the car. Sergey climbed into the car behind her and she knew within minutes they were moving.
“Where is my mom?” she asked.
“Faith, don’t ask questions you’re not willing to know the answers to.”
She paused, allowing his words to sink in. “You killed her?”
Sergey sighed.
In all the years she had known her grandfather, he’d never been short-tempered with her, but that was changing as he turned his glare toward her.
“Your mother put me in a precarious situation, Faith. Do you realize what they could have done to you?”
“I … it was just a date.”
“And you won’t be going on any more dates.”
“I won’t?”
“No, I’m already arranging a husband for you. Your father and I are going to deal with this and then you won’t ever have to worry again.”
Faith was tempted to look out the back window to see if she could appeal to Brute. She didn’t want to get married, not to someone of her grandfather’s choosing. He had killed her mother. There was nothing good that could come from any union he organized.
Fear sliced down her back.
It was strange. She was safer with the Evil Fallen Bratva MC, under Brute’s care, than she was with her own grandfather.
****
Back at the clubhouse, the doctor had already been called. Brute had Tank on the back of his bike, holding onto him, and going as slowly as possible so as not to hurt him.
There was no point in asking if Tank was all right. Just looking at him, he knew he wasn’t right. The guy didn’t have any back teeth, and his fingernails and toenails had been ripped out. There were cuts, some off them looked infected, and he stunk worse than Faith did when he didn’t allow her to wash.
“We’ve got you, man, you don’t need to panic.”
“Not panicking, but we need a plan,” Tank said.
“Did you talk?” Road asked.
Brute glared at Road. Now was not the time to be questioning Tank. The guy clearly had been to hell and back.
“No, I didn’t talk.”
“How do we know?” Road asked.
“The state of me,” Tank said, laughing. “Trust me, I like a good torture as much as the next weird asshole, but this … yeah, Road, you wouldn’t want this.”
There were burn marks over his body as well.
“They had you for a month,” Road said.
“Yeah, and Sergey wanted to start removing body parts, but as he was about to, he got the news about his granddaughter.” Tank burst out laughing and it changed to that of a whimper. “Strange, isn’t it, I have a feeling that woman saved my life. They were about to slice off my cock and send it to you when he got the call. Sergey told them to stop.”