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 was happy but Tank’s bad mouth had gotten worse.
“I don’t need all this coddling. For fuck’s sake, I can do this.”
The doctor had warned Brute that Tank’s injuries were quite severe. This meant he might not be able to walk. On the night they had picked him up, he’d struggled to walk to the bike. From what the doctor could see, he’d been suspended, or bound, for a long period of time.
He knew Tank was growing tired, and Brute needed answers. When Tank tried to get up, he placed his hands on top of his arms and stopped him.
“Brute, I don’t know what the fuck this is about, but I’m getting tired of it. I can do this shit.”
“Will you shut the fuck up and listen to me?” Brute said.
Tank’s jaw clenched, and he knew the brother was having a hard time keeping his mouth shut.
He told him everything. Up until now, he had kept the doctor’s warnings and concerns to himself.
“He thinks I might not be able to walk?” Tank asked.
“Or ride,” Brute said. “He advised we take this slowly.”
Tank had been so distracted with shit, he’d not even realized he and the brothers were helping him to and from the toilet.
“They didn’t paralyze me,” Tank said.
“The doctor didn’t say paralyze,” Brute said.
“This is horseshit, Brute. You and I both know I’ve got to have my legs.”
Brute grabbed Tank’s face and held it still. “You will.”
“They haven’t taken my legs?”
It was a question Brute refused to answer.
“I guess we’ll find out.”
Brute let him go and placed the locks on the wheelchair. With the wheels now still, he reached out and grabbed Tank’s hands, feeling the slight tremble in his body. He held him tightly, and Tank tensed up but didn’t move.
“I’ve got you, Tank.”
“What if they’ve taken my legs?” Tank asked.
“Then we deal with it. You and I both know we can deal with all this shit. You and me, brother.”
“You can’t have me in the club.”
“I can and I will, but we don’t know until you try.”
He took hold of Tank’s hands, and Brute looked into his brother’s eyes and waited. He’d been through so much. Starvation, torture, mind play, all that shit had been done to him, and more. There was no part of his body that wasn’t broken in some way.
It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Tank was alive and they would deal with it.
They were a club united in their hatred and thirst for vengeance of the Golubev Bratva, but they had become what the Bratva never could be—a brotherhood. They had each other’s back. They all had their own goals and were bound by their loyalty to one another. It was that loyalty that had seen them survive multiple attacks.
Ever since he had started this club and the brothers had joined, Sergey had tried to destroy them, but he had never succeeded. No one had.
Holding onto Tank’s hands, he tensed up and waited. Tank gripped him tightly, and then he stood up. It wasn’t much, he was able to take only a couple of steps, then he nearly collapsed to the ground, but Brute took the full weight of him, which wasn’t easy.
“I’ll still be able to ride,” Tank said. “They haven’t taken jack shit from me, Brute.”
Brute nodded, but he knew as did Tank that it wasn’t true. They had fucked with Tank’s mind. The brother woke the whole club up almost every night, screaming. It was a sound Brute had never heard before. He would never forget it and it would be permanently etched in his mind.
There were moments Tank would go back. He’d been in the clubhouse or the room, surrounded by everyone, and still he’d fall back down that well and end up back there. The doctor had said only time and patience would heal him.
Brute had a feeling this wasn’t going to be an easy fix. He was willing to take the time. Helping Tank back into the wheelchair, he sat down opposite him.
Shirley was already on her way, a couple of bottles of beer in hand. He took one from her, and Tank gave her ass a little slap as she left. She turned and blew him a kiss.
“You know that piece of pussy has eyes for you,” Tank said.
“Not interested.”
“I hear the brothers talk. You haven’t been interested since a certain brunette came into your world.”
He thought about Faith.
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and drink your beer?” Brute asked.
Tank chuckled. “Did that hit a little too close to home?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Tank tutted. “True. I don’t know a lot of shit but before I … left, I know you were all happy with random pussy like Shirley’s.”
Brute snorted. “Yeah, I liked pussy, but we both know Shirley is not a clean pussy.”