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)
“Ah, so you’re willing to start a war, is that it? That’s what you want to do? Start a war. You want all of us to bleed for your fucked-up pussy.”
“Road, back the fuck off,” Brute said.
Faith lifted her head and there was Brute coming toward her. She didn’t feel relief in the slightest.
Road sneered at her but then gave her the space she needed, as he spun on his heel and left her alone. She felt a huge wave of relief.
“What do you want?” Brute asked.
“I-I-I know it’s not much, and it won’t help what my grandfather did to him, but I have a care package for … Tank,” she said.
“I don’t deal with shit like this. You want to give him a care package, then you come in and you give him the care package.”
Brute grabbed the gate, pressed a code, and then pulled the side door open, giving her space to slide through.
Faith didn’t know how much time had been wasted in talking with Road, but she glanced back at the cab. She had a feeling, even though she hadn’t paid the cab, he was going to drive off.
“Are you coming or not?”
She couldn’t believe that she had been trying to get out of these gates for so long. She had spent many useless hours imagining escaping, hoping to taste the freedom, and now she was willingly stepping back inside. It was totally and completely insane.
She stepped over the threshold, putting her back at Brute’s mercy, and this time, she walked side by side. There was no sudden attack. No one to throw her in a cell.
They walked past the women and even they had sneers on their faces. There was no love for her. Faith knew she was still the enemy.
She wished she’d taken the wedding ring off her finger, but there was no time for that now, and the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to the horrible thing. She hated wearing it, but she hated her grandfather’s annoyance with her when she didn’t. He was always angry these days. Faith couldn’t recall a time he’d ever raised his voiced to her, but he’d more than made up for it the past couple of weeks. She knew she had caused him untold stress.
Sergey was also incredibly angry with her for going on a date in the first place. He didn’t seem to understand how desperate her mother had been and what she would have done to rise within the ranks of the Bratva.
As for her father, he kept telling her to follow orders. She should not embarrass him, and now that she had been recognized as a daughter, she had to follow the rules. These were not the right rules.
Faith didn’t even know if she should go back home. Everything was wrong and everything scared her.
The only thing that made sense to her was coming back here. This was the last place she had felt safe, and that was so messed up because Brute and the MC had their own agenda.
Nowhere was safe for her.
****
Brute was surprised and this was a new feeling for him, as he wasn’t used to being taken off guard, but Faith had done it by merely showing up.
She stood at the main gate of his clubhouse with a fucking care package. Did she not realize they were enemies? She was Golubev Bratva, he stood against everything the Bratva was. He could kill her and send body parts back to Sergey as a warning. It would serve him right.
Tank had been talking about her for the past couple of days. He wanted to know who this woman was who’d shown mercy on him by simply being taken.
Brute had a feeling whatever power she had over Sergey was coming to an end. Being taken against your will is one thing, but stepping out willingly and coming back to the devil’s den is another thing entirely.
He didn’t know what was in the care package, but he saw the diamond ring on her finger, and he already knew who she was marrying. An old man in his fifties, Paul Butterworth. A slimy old fucker.
Brute knew he dealt in women and drugs. He was willing to sell anyone to make money. There were even rumors that Paul took orders. Men of great wealth told him what they wanted, and Paul made it his mission to find women who matched those descriptions.
He had to wonder if Faith had any idea of the monster she was about to marry. Brute led her to the back corridor near the main staircases, to the bedrooms.
Tank was on the bottom floor. He pushed open the door on the floor, and then waited for Faith to pass.
Vanilla. She had never smelled so good before.
That wasn’t quite correct. She did smell good, on the first night he’d taken her, but day by day, when he didn’t allow her to wash, that smell had gotten bad.