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)
Brute raised his brow.
She had enough. There was nothing more she could take. She needed him to leave immediately.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!” She couldn’t stop saying the words. They spilled from her mouth in a constant scream.
When hands grabbed her arms, she lashed out, trying to get them off her. In the commotion, she ended up on the bed, Brute holding her arms above her head, restraining her.
“Enough!”
His voice was loud, guttural, dominating, and a slice of fear worked its way up her spine, freezing her to the spot.
Faith still tried to struggle, but Brute was too strong for her. There was nothing she could do to stop him holding her in place. She was at his mercy.
She gritted her teeth, and the only thing she could do to vent her frustration was to scream. Tilting her head back, she took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and screamed, letting everything out. She had a feeling this wasn’t just her kidnapping, but years upon years of anger and pain that had built. She didn’t tell anyone anything. There was no reason to. No one cared. No one listened. They just wanted her to shut up. That was all anyone wanted her to do.
The hands pinning her down to the bed lifted, and then she couldn’t scream anymore as lips were on hers, kissing her, taking away her ability to scream. Startled, she stopped.
Brute was kissing her. It wasn’t a nice kiss either. His lips were hard, there was nothing tender about this kiss. He wanted her to shut up, and so he clearly had done the only thing he knew to shut her up. Brute traced his tongue across her bottom lip then up to her top.
She was so shocked at being kissed, because she never had been, that she didn’t respond. The screams had stopped. Then he plundered her mouth, kissing her. At first, she did nothing, but there was a quake in the pit of her stomach, and she couldn’t quite ignore the need that was building. She wanted to kiss him back, so she did. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down, holding him close, which took her even more by surprise.
Nothing made any sense to her.
All too soon, the kiss came to an end, and Brute didn’t stay in the room with her. Without another word, he left her cell, closed the door, and bolted it as he went.
****
Brute knew the waiting game. He already had it on good authority that Sergey was losing his mind. Deals had been delayed because he’d taken Faith. No one within the Bratva gave a fuck about Faith, certainly not his son, her own father.
He opened the mail this morning to find Rat Boy Pete’s head in the box. Brute hadn’t liked the guy all that much, because he was a rat. The man only cared about getting what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to manipulate or change sides. Brute never trusted him completely.
To get what he wanted, he always dangled carrots and then it was up to Rat Boy Pete which one he was going to take. It just so happened that he got Faith when the Golubev Bratva had fucked him over one time too many. If Pete had lived, then there was a chance he’d have fucked with the club, and then Brute would have had no choice but to kill him.
Beverly Dawson also hadn’t been seen. He had no doubt Sergey had killed her for putting Faith in jeopardy.
“We should take this fight to him,” Road said. “Take him while he is still weak.”
Sitting in their weekly church, Brute was at the head of the table. His men were waiting for him to give them a plan for their next move. Faith was still in the basement. He hadn’t cleaned her, and she was close to losing her mind. It was strange, but he didn’t want her to get fucked up by this experience.
“I don’t like that look on his face,” Vlad said.
“What are you doing to do?” Krill asked.
Brute looked up. “Sergey clearly doesn’t care about his granddaughter. Pete’s gone and we have no idea what happened to her mother.”
“We know what happened to her,” Road said. “The woman’s dead, which is why we need to act.”
“And where is Sergey?” Brute asked.
Road opened his mouth and then closed it.
Brute was ready.
All the men were in the club on high alert, ready for whatever came at them. He was willing to die in his battle with the Golubev Bratva, as were his men. They were all sworn enemies of the Golubev. Their one mission was to remove them, completely wipe them off the face of the earth.
The Golubev was a strong Bratva, deadly, but he was much worse.
“You and I both know that if she meant anything to him, he’d be here right now. He would fight me. Nothing would stand in his way, which means as much as he loves Faith and she reminds him of his daughter, that doesn’t make her as important.” Brute sat back. “At least not in the eyes of his enemies.” He ran a finger back and forth across his bottom lip.