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)
Paul had wanted a virgin, a woman close to Sergey that would tie him in with the Golubev Bratva and create an even stronger tie. Nikki had a daughter, but there was only one detail missing—she’d already lost her virginity. Faith’s purity had been the draw.
He took another long sip of his beer, and he knew all about that draw. Faith had enraptured him. Brute couldn’t remember a time he’d spent this long with a single woman. The point of the club, of breaking all the rules, was not to bed the same woman more than twice, otherwise they started to get ideas. They started to think about marriage, and he didn’t want to think about any of that shit. Not for a single second.
He wasn’t going to marry Faith. She was a means to an end, and he figured the draw had been denying himself the pleasure of her. He wanted what all men wanted, what he couldn’t have. It was fucked up and insane.
“I got a call. Golubev is going to make his move,” Road said.
“Make sure all the guys are ready,” Brute said, without looking behind him.
“You know they’re going to kill her the first chance they get.”
“They’re not going to get that chance,” he said, gripping his bottle tighter. It didn’t mean anything that he couldn’t stand the thought of something bad happening to her. None of it made sense to him, but it also didn’t matter. She was a human being, that was why he cared. Faith was an innocent in all of this. She had no way of knowing that he intentionally sought her out and planned to take her virginity, the second time.
“Brute, you and I both know they won’t forget this. Sergey will keep coming until she’s dead.”
He turned to look at Road.
“And? You think we can’t protect her?”
“I think you don’t even know why you want to.”
“Road, get the fuck out before I forget we’re friends.” He pointed toward the door, not the least bit interested in whatever conversation Road wanted or insightful bullshit he thought he had to share. None of it would be good.
Road didn’t get it. He didn’t understand.
“Does she know you sent the dress to her grandfather?” Road asked.
“Get the fuck out, Road, now. We’ll handle whatever comes at us. We always have. For now, we celebrate this fucking victory.”
Road snorted. “Yeah, a victory. All we did was make a woman’s life a mess. There is no getting out of this place, so you better hope that all she wants to do is serve all fucking day.” With that, Road left.
Brute wasn’t interested in hearing his bullshit, moral fucking speech. Road didn’t play the moral road and neither did he. They had killed plenty of people in their time who didn’t deserve it. They were not going to kill Faith. He wasn’t going to have his fun and send her out in the cold. He’d protect her, and the club would. Her ass was owned by the club.
There was a knock at the door and he called, “Come in!” before taking a long drink of his beer. It was no longer cold, and the taste was not for him. He wrinkled his nose and leaned forward, putting the bottle on the table.
Faith stepped into his office.
“I haven’t seen you all day,” she said.
“I’ve been busy,” Brute said.
He turned toward her. Brute had every intention of sending her off and telling her to get the fuck out of his office, but seeing that cute little tie at her waist, and her long brown hair coming around her in curled waves, made him pause. Even though he had fucked her every single way he could think of, seeing her looking so cute and fucking edible, he needed more.
“Come here,” he said, holding his hand out.
Faith didn’t make him weak. It had just been a long time since he enjoyed the pleasure of a woman.
She didn’t say a word and slid her hand into his as she came closer. Brute pulled her down onto his lap, and then she let out a giggle but moved to straddle him. He gripped her waist and then ran his hands down her ass, cupping the full ripe flesh. “I’ve got to say I love these jeans, but they’re in the way.”
Faith kissed his lips, wriggled off his lap, but she didn’t go far as she pushed them down her thighs. She wore a pair of sheer lace white panties and moved back into position with her legs either side of his waist.
“Is this much better, sir?” she asked.
He put his hands back on her ass and gave a little groan. “Sir … I like that.”
“Well, I have it on good authority that you’re the boss around here and if I want anything in life, then I’ve got to be a good girl and ask you for it.”