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)
“Clean pussy? Are you wanting a virgin or something? Is that what Faith has done to you? Made you crave innocent cunt?” Tank asked.
“Drink your beer,” Brute said. He didn’t want to think about Faith. She was gone, and unless he was willing to risk the club’s life, he wasn’t going to get her back.
He didn’t want her back. She was the enemy.
“I heard she’s getting married,” Tank said.
“Do you not comprehend shutting the fuck up?” Brute asked.
“I’m just saying, you want virgin pussy, she is pretty much the only one we know.” Tank shrugged. “Unless you use her fiancé. He can attempt to get you what you crave, for a price.”
Brute glared at Tank. “I don’t like this conversation.”
“None of us like it. I know I’ve been a hard fucker to deal with.”
“Hard fucker? I’m the only one that’ll deal with you. No one else will. I’m all you’ve got.”
Tank laughed. “You think I’ve got a problem with that? You’re easy on the eyes, Brute.”
He had missed this. With all the shit going on, with Tank’s recovery, he had missed the brother’s humor. They all had.
“You know, she saved my life,” Tank said.
“She didn’t save shit. I saved your life by taking her. It was all part of my plan.”
“I know, but she still saved my life by being the good little girl she was raised to be. You think I didn’t hear them arguing? Sergey was pissed. Nikki wanted a quick resolve.”
Brute frowned. “Her dad. I thought he didn’t give a shit about her.”
“It was Nikki that wanted to trade. He said the only way to get her back was to give me up, but Sergey wouldn’t hear of it. I heard them take out Rat Boy Pete. He was willing to tell club secrets, but Nikki killed Pete quickly.”
“I got his head,” Brute said. “There was nothing quick about it.”
Tank shrugged. “It was still quick. I heard Beverly. Nikki didn’t stop her torture. Sergey was pissed off that she would allow one of them into enemy territory. He allowed men to rape her.” Tank stopped, taking a long drink of beer. “At least fifty men, his soldiers. One by one, they raped her. It lasted hours. He wouldn’t let them stop, and then once that was done, he made her lick the floor. Told her she would get to live if she licked the floor, and it was as she was doing that shit, he slit her throat.”
Brute looked at Tank. “They did that in front of you, didn’t they?”
“I knew Sergey was an evil fucker, Brute. I heard tales and rumors of the shit he’d done, but … seeing it, she begged, she pleaded, and Sergey, he watched it all like he was bored.”
Brute ran a hand over his face.
“Death was a kindness he wasn’t willing to give,” Tank said. “And Faith is near that asshole. She will be at his mercy.”
“The club won’t accept her.”
“They will, if you lay claim to her.”
Chapter Nine
Faith tested her door.
She did this every single hour and each time after she had a visitor. Her grandfather had just come to her room to make sure she was dressed and ready for her wedding, which was in a few hours. He wouldn’t leave until she was changed.
The hairstylist had already been in to do her hair and makeup. The dress required her to step into it. There were no straps. It had a corset-style bodice and she hated it. She was afraid her tits were going to fall out, but each time she had a fitting the dressmaker had promised her everything would be perfect. That was all she was told. She’d look perfect. She would look beautiful.
Testing the door, she let out a whimper as it was locked. Faith had hoped her grandfather had been distracted by his phone call and forget to lock the door, but he hadn’t.
Today was the big day. She was getting married to a horrible man, and she felt that fear travel up her spine. Clenching her hands into fists, she tried not to panic, but with every passing second, that was hard to do.
“Fuck!” She hated to curse.
All she wanted to do was punch and kick the door, but she wasn’t even allowed to do that. The first time she had done that, her grandfather had come and slapped her. She’d been so shocked, she had fallen to the ground, and then he’d kicked her. He had told her that if she broke his things, he would make sure she paid for them.
It was hard for her to believe he was acting like this. In all the years she had known her grandfather, never had she seen this side of him. She had thought Brute lied, but in the last few weeks, she had seen that the only liar in her life was Sergey Golubev. He’d manipulated her.