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)
“It’s a crib for our baby.”
“Is this some kind of peace offering?”
Brute frowned. “Peace offering? No, I … I bought this and it was delivered an hour ago. The guys and I, we put it together. You’re having my kid, Faith, and I know I can’t offer you a lot. This place is not the home for a child or a woman. I’m not going to lie to you, some days you’re going to fucking hate this place, but … you’re mine. You carry my ink. You carry my child, and…” He stopped and moved closer, taking her hand, and he went down on one knee. “And I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to me, but you carry my heart in the palm of your fucking hand.”
“Brute?”
“I love you,” he said.
She was so taken aback that at first she had no idea what to say. “What?”
“I love you. I don’t know how it happened or when it happened but I know I can’t and won’t give you up.” He reached out and tucked a curl behind her ear. “I love you and I don’t expect you to love me.”
“I do,” Faith said. “It kind of scares me how I feel about you.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do. Kind of weird, though, right? I mean, this did start out as a kidnapping. Then you traded me, and then you kind of saved me.”
“Yeah, about that, your wedding dress, I didn’t trash it. I kind of mailed it to your grandfather with a card that read ‘Oops’ on it. It was covered in your virgin blood and my semen.”
Faith’s mouth dropped open. “Oh. How did he take that?” she asked.
“Not well, he kind of sent a couple of teenagers to kill you.”
“They shot me.”
“Yeah, they’re dead, and also, Paul Butterworth, your ex-fiancé, is dead as well.”
“Wow,” Faith said.
“Yeah, did I ever mention that I’m not a good guy?”
“You did.”
“I should warn you as well, I intend to kill every single member of the Golubev Bratva. Sergey and Nikki and everyone who stands by them, they will all fall.”
She cupped his face. “Does that mean you’re going to kill me?”
Brute grabbed her hand. “No, because you are mine. You carry my mark on your body.” He took hold of the wrist that carried the dove. “This is us. This is you and me, and soon, we’re going to have a baby. I can’t promise you a sunshine and roses life, but I can promise you a life where I am devoted only to you. There will never be any other women. Just you. You’re all I want.”
“Brute, I’m not going anywhere.” She cupped his face and kissed him. “But I do have to wonder, why did you send me to this bedroom?”
Epilogue
Six Months Later
“I should have known you wouldn’t do anything by the book,” Road said. “You never have.”
Brute looked across the yard at his heavily pregnant wife. She was dressed all in white because today was their wedding day, and he’d insisted on her wearing a white dress. The priest hadn’t been too pleasedussed about it, but Brute didn’t give a fuck. The moment he paid the priest, he’d shut up and married them.
Faith now belonged to him. In body, in mind, in spirit, in name. She was his and he had also, much to the shock of the club brothers, opted to wear a ring, for Faith.
In the beginning, the women had tried to steal him away, tried to prove that Faith was no different than them, but none of them could ever hold a match to his woman. They were nothing like her and for that, he was glad. Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine this year panning out the way it had. Kidnapping a woman, the bastard granddaughter of his greatest enemy, falling in love, trading her, then hoping for a time to take her back.
He had found it and now he wasn’t ever going to let her go, not for a second. Brute knew this wasn’t going to be an easy life for her. Club life was hard, even for men, so he had tried to make it as easy as possible for his woman.
Six months ago, Faith had asked him why he’d sent her to that bedroom.
“Because you’re going to need a place to call your own. This is your space to do whatever the hell you want. The brothers agreed it can be yours. You can have whatever your heart desires. I want you to be mine. That is all I ask.”
Brute had never asked, nor had he begged for anything in his life, but he knew when it came to Faith and his unborn child, he would do everything in his power to keep them safe.
So far, Golubev hadn’t retaliated. Brute wasn’t going to give them the chance. One day soon, Faith would walk free. She’d walk safely, and he would make sure she had everything.