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)
“What part of ‘she is pregnant with my child’ didn’t you get?” Brute asked.
“I guess all of it. Didn’t you think to bag your dick?”
He wanted to pull his gun out and shoot Igor, but instead he shook his head at the man and ignored him, and whatever other bullshit he was talking about.
“I know she’s Golubev, and I know this is a lot to ask of you, but I need to know that you’ll have her back and you’ll have my kid’s back. I don’t know if it’s going to be a boy or a girl, but I don’t care. That child will be Bratva MC. It will be one of us, and Faith is one of us now.” He looked at his men. “And I will fight for her.”
“Why?” Road asked with a smirk on his face.
Brute glared at him. “Because I love her.”
Chapter Fifteen
The newly pink and purple bedroom came with an en suite, and Faith stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy pink towel, feeling a little better. She had placed two wraps over her wounds, with tape around them, so she could take a shower without running the risk of getting them wet. She didn’t want to go back to the hospital, but she also didn’t want to keep smelling either.
Faith was pretty sure she smelled worse than the garbage before it was taken away. She made a note that she would have to clean those trash cans soon. They did have a stink to them, and the last time she went out there, she was pretty sure she saw a couple of maggots as well. Totally gross.
She kept trying to think of everything other than the fact she’d been placed in a room far away from Brute. He’d not come to collect her or to see her. She tried not to think about how alone she felt. Drying her hair, she moved over to the mirror and picked up a hairbrush.
“I must make a list of all my chores. That will make my life easier. Once that is done, I can categorize them into days, and the most important job, down to the not-so-important job. Yes, I like the sound of that. Great, I’m now talking to myself, but that’s fine. It’s helping me to not think about anything or anyone else.” She took a deep breath, then expelled it, followed by another. “See, I can handle this.”
She tried not to cry, but all she kept thinking about was Brute’s rejection. He hadn’t even bothered to come and reject her in person. Did she mean so little to him now that he’d gotten what he wanted?
Faith hated this. She was going insane thinking about what all of this meant, and it might not mean anything at all.
After brushing her hair, she walked to the closet, expecting to see only some sweatpants and large shirts. All the clothes she’d been wearing were Brute’s. This wardrobe had it all—skirts, dresses, blouses, pants, slacks, jeans, and even some sweatpants.
“I thought you might like some clothes your own size,” Brute said, making her gasp and quickly spin around. She hadn’t heard him enter.
Had he been standing there when she was talking to herself? She hoped not. That would have been so embarrassing.
“Brute,” she said.
“Do you like it?”
“Do I like what?” she asked.
He nodded at the wardrobe. She glanced behind her a little confused and then realized he was talking about the clothes.
“Oh, yeah, right, ugh, thank you. Yes, it’s lovely.” Is this where he was going to reject her in person? Faith didn’t know what to think about that. “You … didn’t come to pick me up.”
“I had … errands to run,” he said.
She wondered why he hesitated. “Did you do everything you set out to do?”
“Faith, I’m not here for small talk about errands and wardrobe and shit. Sit down,” he said.
She wanted to tell him no, to stand her ground and force him to reject her while she was still standing. Instead, she didn’t know if she had the energy to fight him right now, to give him a piece of her mind.
Without arguing, she sat on the edge of the bed. Brute paced up and down in front of her. She watched him for several steps and frowned as he stopped in front of her, and then began pacing again.
There was a knock on the door, and he held his finger up. He’d not been talking. She tried to see what he was doing, but then Road and Krill walked into the room, carrying a baby crib. They didn’t linger, nor did they look at her, and left just as quickly as they arrived. She had no idea what was going on, and glanced over at the crib, before looking at Brute.
“What is this?” she asked.