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)
At the first door, he stopped and looked at her. “Be warned, Tank’s … not predictable now. I don’t know if he’s going to scream and shout at you, or invite you in.”
“That’s fine. He has been through a lot.” She nodded her head. “I accept that. I just … I saw him and I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and I needed to do something.”
“You did do something,” Brute said.
“No, I didn’t.”
“By being taken, you did something. Trust me.” He didn’t know why he was trying to make her feel good. It wasn’t his job to help her.
Faith smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
He opened the door and then stepped through.
Tank was sitting up in bed. This was much of an improvement. Part of his torture under Sergey’s care was sleep deprivation. He tried to get their brother to lose his mind but they didn’t succeed.
“You’ve got a visitor,” Brute said, moving in close.
Tank held out his hand and he took it, placing his other hand over Brute’s and just gripping, not too tightly. All his fingers were bandaged up. Sergey had fucked him up badly.
Brute stepped out of the way but kept an eye on Tank to see how he reacted. The doctor had warned them all that it might not be an easy fix for Tank. His body would heal, but there might be times his mind was back to when he was taken.
“My angel,” Tank said.
Faith took a step forward, then another. “I’m not an angel. I’m Faith,” she said, holding her hand out.
Tank took her hand, pulling it up toward his lips.
It was the first real smile he had on his face and as he did so, Brute saw the gaps at the back of his mouth from the teeth that had been pulled. They already had a dentist trip lined up to get them sorted.
Tank seemed to be handling everything well so far. Some of the bruising had already faded, but he had bruises on top of bruises.
“Faith.”
She smiled at him. “I know this doesn’t make up for anything and it doesn’t take back what happened, but I got you a few things.” She put the care package down.
Brute watched as she removed the piece of fabric that had covered the basket. There was food. Lots of food.
“Muffins, savory and sweet, a couple of each. Chocolate is a good flavor. The cheese ones are okay, but don’t eat them after the chocolate, they don’t taste as nice. There’s some banana bread and corn bread. I also packed some chips and dips. No avocado dip because that doesn’t store quite as well. I don’t know if you like spicy food, but I did pack a bottle of hot sauce.” She held up a bottle to show him. “There are a couple of books to pass the time.” The box was quite deep. He didn’t even realize how deep until Faith began to unload it. Paper plates wrapped in plastic wrap, filled with food, were spread out on the side of Tank’s bed. “Lotion, this is supposed to help soothe your bruises. Some cloths, again for your body, and then there are a few soaps and shampoos.”
“You thought of everything.”
“I … I … wanted to try and make you as comfortable as possible.”
Tank smiled. “I know the brothers are going to be in here to try and steal some of this. Did you make the food yourself?”
“Some of it.”
“I’ll enjoy it.”
“I hope you feel better soon,” Faith said.
“Faith, you and I both know you shouldn’t be here,” Tank said. “Sergey finds out, you’re going to bring a whole heap of trouble to the club.”
He watched her go pale. “I better go, I don’t want to do that.”
“I’ll see you out.” Brute glanced at Tank, who looked mighty happy with his bounty.
They made their way through the main clubhouse and the men were not happy to see her. Brute kept her close but he wasn’t willing to hurt her, not today. He knew the club wanted to, and to find any reason to start a war, but Tank had already said no one harmed Faith. They couldn’t use her, and Tank was the brother who was going to decide how they would deal with Faith.
“My cab is gone,” Faith said.
Brute didn’t even need to look in that direction to know the cab was going to leave. Everyone knew coming into the Evil Fallen Bratva MC was a risk. There were not many men or women willing to risk it. Those that did were always happy to take the fight to the Golubev Bratva.
“Come on,” he said. “I’ll call you a cab.”
He knew a company who’d come no matter what. They were all about the money and didn’t care about the war between the MC and the Golubev. If you were a paying customer, they’d come.