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)
She didn’t know why he had lied about who he was, but now she was more afraid of him than ever before. Nikki, her own father, was a nicer man than him, and she thought her dad was the monster.
Stepping away from the door, she moved to the bed and caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Her stomach felt so tight. She felt sick.
This is not what she wanted.
Paul was a disgusting man, as was her grandfather. She hated the ink on the inside of her wrist. She always thought he’d given the order, but it was Sergey. She should have known.
Faith didn’t know why she would have believed Brute. He did try to warn her, and she thought he was lying.
Her mother was gone. Everything she had known was all lies.
And now, she was about to be married to a man who was just as horrible. He stole women, traded them, used them.
She walked toward the windows. They had been sealed shut even before she had been sent to her room. How had her life grown into a nightmare?
Tears filled her eyes, but she couldn’t cry. If she cried, it would mess up the hard work it had taken for her to look right.
“I can’t do this,” she said.
How was she going to be able to walk down the aisle to a man she didn’t like and be expected to say “I do”? This was the life her mother had always wanted for her, and yet she didn’t want it. What was wrong with her?
She couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. Faith placed the tips of her fingers against her lips, and it was like she could still feel him there, kissing her.
This was insane. Brute was not hers. He was never going to belong to her. He was more than happy to trade her for someone else.
Taking a deep breath, she clenched her fingers together, locking them in place, and then took multiple deep breaths. In and out. She could do this. This would be how she survived. It wouldn’t be so bad.
Then her bedroom door opened. On the inside, she was screaming. She felt her own soul clawing to get out, hoping to find an escape route.
She looked up into the cold eyes of her cold father.
Nikki looked her up and down, nodded his head, then stepped out the door. “Come on.”
There was no time to waste. She got to her feet and slid them into the heels she had yet to put on. Once they were on, she did feel a little unsteady on her feet, but no one offered to help.
Her father, along with two additional soldiers, was waiting for her.
She kept her hands clenched and hoped the time would pass. Walking out of the room, down the corridor, toward the stairs, out of the main door to the waiting limousine felt like the longest journey she’d ever taken.
Climbing into the back of the car, she expected her father to join her, but all he did was slam the door closed. The two men climbed into the front seat. None of them said a word.
Her father wasn’t even going to escort her to the church. She glanced out the window, looking back at him, and then spun around to the front. With both soldiers distracted, she couldn’t help trying the door to see if it would open. Maybe there would be a chance of an escape. They had thought of everything, though, because she pulled on the door handle and nothing worked.
She wanted to scream in frustration.
They cleared the gates and were out in the open, sending them closer and closer to … her fiancé.
To marriage.
To a life of misery.
What was she going to do?
Her driver picked up speed and she tried not to panic, but then she heard the rumble of bikes, and Faith looked behind her. She spotted the sign for the Evil Fallen Bratva MC. What were they doing?
“Fuck!”
She spun back around to see the two soldiers in a sense of panic. Gunshots rang out and Faith covered her ears.
The fear she had felt at going to church returned. What if this was payback? Were they sent here to kill her? Was this Brute’s final cruelty?
She had no idea what to expect. She screamed as the car swerved and then suddenly she didn’t know how it happened or what caused it, the car tipped over. Faith hadn’t put on a seat belt and had hit her head through the collision. More gunshots rang out and her head started to hurt.
The car had come to a stop, and now she was on the roof, and there wasn’t a lot of room. The door she’d been leaning against only seconds earlier was torn open, and there, crouching down, was Brute.
“You have two choices. Stay here and get married to that fucker, or come with me.”