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)
“He wouldn’t do that.”
“Do you think he’s a good man?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know anything.”
“I believe your mother is already dead. Sergey has a temper.”
“You’re wrong.”
Brute smiled. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
Faith ignored him and finished washing her body and then her hair. The bubbles were fading fast, and then, when it came to the end of the bath, she looked around.
He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.
“Would you please hand me the towel?” Faith asked.
“No can do. My ass is glued to the toilet.”
“You’re lying.”
“Still not going to help you.”
“You … ugh!”
And then, he got to see Faith in all her beautiful, naked glory, and was so pleased he was patient. She looked absolutely stunning.
Chapter Five
Faith didn’t know what to believe.
She wasn’t a fool and knew Sergey Golubev was not a good man. Her mother had said that whenever he came around, she was to be on her best behavior and not to embarrass her. He rarely came around, but when he did, Faith loved to see him.
Could he really kill her mother? Why?
Beverly had no control over Faith being kidnapped, apart from her greed in trying to get close to the Bratva, which had pushed her toward Rat Boy Pete.
Faith paced across her cell. Brute had released the chain, giving her a little more space. He’d also given her a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, and even though they were way too big, she loved being in something more refreshing.
She didn’t want to be thinking about her grandfather right now. Why hadn’t he come for her? He had always promised to be there when she needed him, and that was now.
At the sound of the bolt sliding back, she turned to see Brute entering her cell. He didn’t have food with him, but he did hold the key to her chain. Faith stopped.
“Has he called?” Faith asked.
“No, he hasn’t called, but I was wondering if you’d like to get out of this cell for a few hours.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to say “Hell, yes,” but then she hesitated. What if this was a trick and he was attempting to lure her out so he could kill her? She wasn’t ready to die.
“Where?”
“I figured we could go and watch a movie.”
She frowned. “A movie?”
“Yeah, you know, a square box, it has moving images in it, but it’s modern so doesn’t have puppets.”
“I know what a movie is.”
“You asked,” he said.
“What’s the catch?”
“No catch.”
Faith folded her arms across her chest and looked at Brute, not trusting him. “No catch?”
Brute laughed and held his hands up. “I’m offering you a chance to watch a movie and get out of this cell, but if it bothers you that much—”
“Wait!” She yelled the word as it looked like he was going to leave.
Even though she didn’t trust him to simply watch a movie, that didn’t mean she wanted to be left alone in her cell.
“What kind of movie?”
“What kind would you like?” he asked.
“I don’t like horror. I love romance or action. I can handle action.” She didn’t like the violence, but would rather watch a whole lot of blood than something that would make her crap her pants.
Her mother loved horror movies and over the years had forced her to watch them with her. To this day, as a twenty-five-year-old woman, she was afraid of the dark and hated anything in the shadows. She avoided all things horror.
“I can make that work, if you’re willing to come with me.”
“Yes,” Faith said.
She didn’t want to have the chain wrapped around her ankle anymore. There was no way she was going to trust Brute, but right now, he was the better of the options available. Sitting in her cell for another night, waiting, would drive her crazy.
Brute entered the room and moved down toward her ankle. His fingers wrapped around her, holding her in place as he slid the key into the lock.
She was not going to think about how good his touch was against her skin.
He was just a guy. Her kidnapper. He meant nothing.
The chain loosened around her ankle and Brute let her go. She was able to get her composure back before he stood up. She didn’t make a run for it.
Brute held out his hand.
“What?” she asked.
“Do you think I’m going to allow you to escape? I won’t be made a fool of.”
She looked at his hand and it took her several seconds of hesitation before she placed her hand within his, and then he was walking her out of the cell.
For a short second, Faith didn’t know if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. Brute wasn’t a good man. The cell, in a horrible way, offered a sense of comfort that going with him didn’t.
What was Brute’s agenda in taking her? What did he hope to achieve? Did it even matter? No one had come to claim her. No one cared.