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 remembered the anger, the rage, and staring at the death around him, which was where he made the vow. He would end everything to do with the Golubev.
Brute had wanted to go there and then to end him, to create a war, but he’d also known it would be certain death for him. Golubev surrounded himself with loyal soldiers, and there was a time he’d been loyal as well. No more.
Now all he wanted was Golubev at his mercy, to beg.
And so, in retaliation, he had gone to one of Golubev’s brothels, where at least two of the women he loved to go and visit had been. Brute had been sure to burn it to the ground, with both women inside. Actually, he’d done it with several soldiers and women who were enjoying some fun time.
Brute knew anyone associated with the Golubev were not innocent. They were enemies.
Faith was on that line between being innocent and also the enemy. She carried the Golubev symbol, but he did believe she was forced to have it. He knew of men, fathers, and husbands, who were members of the Golubev and had no choice but to force them to bear the mark.
It was how Golubev thrived. He took away free will. Brute gave it back.
Faith was fast asleep and he couldn’t help but lean down and gently inhale the scent of her. This was a big mistake, having her close to him. She didn’t belong to him.
He pulled back but didn’t push her away, or force her to wake up. Clenching his hands into fists, he took a deep breath, and then, as he was about to expel it, his cell phone rang.
Brute reached out and knew he didn’t recognize the caller. Rat Boy Pete had his cell phone number, and that meant there was only one person this could be—Sergey.
“It’s about time you called,” he said, answering.
“Where is she?”
“Safe and sound in my bed.”
“You little shit. You better not have touched her.”
“Does it matter?” Brute asked. “She could be full of my child.” He tutted. “Does that mean you’re not willing to take her back?”
He didn’t want to give her back.
“I want to make a trade.”
“A trade?”
“I’ve got Tank,” he said.
Brute glanced down at Faith. He wanted Tank back.
Tank was one of his men who’d been taken a month ago. The guys wanted him back. They had wanted to go guns blazing through the city, taking on the Golubev, but Brute had known it was what Sergey wanted, so he had gone out of his way to find out what Golubev cared about.
“Is he in one piece?” Brute asked.
“Yes, I expect Faith to be as well.”
“You come alone,” Brute said.
“That is never going to happen.”
“Then you’re not getting Faith back. She is a beautiful woman, isn’t she? I bet she would make a fine wife to one of your men. A good fuck as well, I imagine. I must admit, I’m a little surprised her mother hasn’t called for an update.”
Sergey was quiet.
“Oh, that’s right, we both know where she is, don’t we?”
“One hour, you know where,” Sergey said.
The call ended and Brute looked down at the phone.
He didn’t want to disturb Faith, but happy times were over. Brute moved off the bed and as he did, Faith woke up.
“What’s going on?”
“Stay here. You’re heading home.”
“What?”
“Your grandfather finally called. You’ll be heading home,” he said, making his way to the door. He slipped on his boots and grabbed his leather cut.
“He did?”
Brute stayed silent. He opened the door, slammed it closed, and locked it. He didn’t like the feeling he was having. It wasn’t a good feeling.
Running fingers through his hair, he gritted his teeth and thought about the image he had seen over ten years ago. The sight of his family, dead, butchered, for no good reason.
Once he was back in control, he turned on his heel and made his way down to the main clubhouse.
He nodded at Road to gather everyone up and meet him in church. Stepping inside, he took his place at the head of the table. Placing his palms flat on the table, he stared at the club’s insignia.
Golubev was going down.
He was going to kill every last one of them, but he knew tonight wouldn’t be that night. Once all his men were there, he couldn’t help but zero in on the place that had been left vacant for the past month.
“What’s going on?” Hail asked.
“I got a call from Sergey Golubev,” he said.
He saw his men tense up, ready and prepared to fight. None of them were cowards. They were all willing to kill, to end that piece of shit once and for all. Brute would love to do it, but he wasn’t willing to do it in a way that would sacrifice his men. There would be a time for everything. And when it came to Sergey, that time was getting close.