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)
With that, he hung up his cell phone and turned away. Road, Igor, and Vlad joined him.
Sergey had gotten cocky. He’d docked his yacht which had given Brute the perfect opportunity to place the bombs and detonators to blow it up. He had no idea that Paul Butterworth would still be on the yacht. His sources had said Sergey was keeping Paul happy, trying to figure out a way to maintain a close business relationship without the use of his granddaughter. Paul was a sucker for being wanted, so he’d not put up much of a fight when it came to following Sergey around.
Their greed had been their undoing.
He walked back to his bike. He didn’t have to worry about the cleanup. Sergey would handle it.
“Do you think this is about to create a war?” Igor asked, looking way too excited.
“Don’t you worry about a thing. You’re going to get your fun.” And with that, he straddled his bike, turned over the ignition, and listened to it purr.
His and the club’s life would forever be in danger. On the road, on his way back to his part of the city where his club was, he couldn’t help but think about Faith. She was back from the hospital. Tank had texted him that she seemed upset. Brute had a feeling he knew why she was upset and it was all his fault. He had no idea how he was going to make this fucking work, but he knew he had to do it.
Picking up speed, he wanted to get back to the clubhouse. This was not an ideal life for anyone. There was no room for women, no room for a family, but he had no choice.
Once he arrived at the clubhouse, he gave the order for Road to make everyone aware of a church meeting.
Brute wanted to see Faith, but instead, he walked straight into the church room and took his seat at the head of the table. Staring down at the imprint of the club patch on the table, the skulls rising out of the doves, he took a deep breath.
One by one, the brothers filtered in. No cell phones. No devices. There was nothing in the room that could have them recorded. It was a plain room, with just a single light that hung over the table. Pictures of the club were around. Their leather cuts, shit like that.
Brute didn’t like to keep things plain. Loyalty to the club was always important to him.
Road was the last one to enter and he closed and locked the door.
“We took out Golubev’s yacht. Paul Butterworth and a few staff were still inside.” There was a chorus of cheers.
“He’s going to be so pissed.”
“There will be payback,” Tank said, leaning forward.
“No, this was payback and he knows it. Sergey is going to have to deal with the fallout. It will give us some time to hit a few more spots,” Brute said. There would be associates who would learn the news of Paul’s death and know it was the Evil Fallen Bratva MC that had done it. They knew of the war with the Bratva. They run the risk of being caught in the middle and for some men, facing death, they couldn’t do it. “The Golubev Bratva will fall.”
Again, another chorus of cheers. All the brothers wanted the Golubev Bratva to crumble. That was their main goal in life. They each had a fight to pick and Brute made sure to promise all the men that they would get what they hoped to find.
He wouldn’t allow any of them to be out in the cold. He would see that they would all get their revenge.
“What about Faith?” Tank asked, when the cheers had quieted down. “We all know she’s pregnant with your child.”
Brute ran a hand down his face and got to his feet. “I never planned to have children. From the moment I swore I would make Sergey Golubev pay, never in my wildest dreams did I see Faith, or imagine she would enter my world and fuck it up.” He’d always been honest with the men. It was how he’d gained their respect, their trust, and he wasn’t going to start lying to them now. He took a deep breath and looked them in the eye.
“I am in love with Faith. I know her life is in danger. I can’t send her away. She is one of us. She’s mine, and there’s a lot of shit I’m willing to give up, but I’m not giving her up. She’s … mine.” He had no choice but to repeat the same words.
“You might want to let Faith know that,” Tank said. “She’s under the impression that you’ve grown bored with her.”
“Wait, does this mean you’re going to be a dad?” Igor asked.