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)
The doctors and nurses had dealt with all the other patients, keeping the waiting room clear. No one had stopped them.
Brute wasn’t alone. Road, Igor, Hail, Sarge, Nikolai, as well as a couple of the women had come to the hospital. Faith had been taken into surgery. She’d been unresponsive when they arrived at the hospital.
He was angry. Golubev had paid children—teenagers. He’d never fucking done that before. Brute knew he had done it on purpose. Golubev thought he wouldn’t take on kids. They made their choice and they had fired at them. He would do whatever was necessary to protect his men, to protect his club. What Golubev was doing was fucking cowardly.
With his hand clenched into a fist, he needed to hit something, so he slammed his fist through the wall. In doing so, he heard the screams. He turned toward the receptionist, who looked terrified.
“Add it to my bill,” he said. “I’ll pay for it.” He began to pace.
“You need to get your shit together,” Road said.
“Shut the fuck up. Do you realize that she could be dead! She could be fucking bleeding out.”
“She’s in the best place,” Road said. “You know that.”
He shook his head. “This is fucked up.”
“This is what Golubev wants. He wants to get inside your head. Don’t let him.”
Brute knew he wasn’t in his head, but what he was thinking about was a way to make that son of a bitch pay. He didn’t give a shit about anything else. Golubev needed to pay.
The door that Faith had disappeared through opened, but it wasn’t the doctor. Brute had warned the man that had taken her, that if she died, he’d be next.
He needed to know what was going on.
Road stood close to him, clearly waiting for him to explode again.
Brute paced up and down and as he did, he saw Faith’s beautiful smile, the way she looked holding a care package, and he’d known her life was going to be different after that. The way she walked around the clubhouse, handing out food, cooking, cleaning, looking every single part the woman he had wanted.
Fuck. Nothing could happen to her. He didn’t like feeling this helpless. Brute was used to hurting, torturing, killing, not helping people. What the fuck had Faith done? She had gotten into his head.
“What the fuck?”
At the sound of the club brother’s words, Brute turned in their direction. The last person he expected to see walking into the hospital was Nikki Golubev. Brute didn’t think, he reacted.
“Kids!” He yelled the word and drew back his fist, hitting Nikki hard.
The other man went down to the floor and Brute pulled him back to his feet. His punch had only stunned Nikki for a moment. When he went to hit him again, Nikki was prepared and blocked him. Anger surged through him, but Nikki grabbed his face.
“Focus, Brute. Fucking focus right now. Do you think I wouldn’t have warned you if I had the chance? Think. Who told you about the wedding day. The journey. Remember!”
Seconds passed.
Brute knew that Nikki was a fucking traitor. He was a man not to be trusted but when Nikki had requested a meeting at no-man’s-land, a private one-on-one meeting, Brute had taken it. He had arrived at no-man’s-land, he’d been packing, and was shocked to see that Nikki had kept to his word. No one else was there. It had just been the two of them.
Nikki had told him about Paul Butterworth, what this marriage meant to Sergey. Faith’s role, the day, the journey, and that Nikki wouldn’t be in the limousine, and would make sure his men were not present that day.
It was up to Brute what he did. Brute had been warned, it would be the one and only chance he would have to get Faith.
He’d been given the warning a couple of days in advance. He hadn’t known what he was going to do until that morning, when he decided he didn’t have a choice. He couldn’t let her go. There was no way he was going to allow Faith to turn into Sergey and Paul’s puppet. She would be married to Paul, but he had no doubt she’d be used for whatever means possible. So he’d taken her.
And now, Faith was in the hospital.
“Do you know he’s using kids?” Brute asked.
“How is she?”
He noticed Nikki wasn’t answering the question.
“Answer me!”
“I want to know how my daughter is doing,” Nikki said.
“You think you’ve got the right to request that shit? You’ve never done anything for her.”
“I kept her out of this life for the longest fucking time!” Nikki yelled.
In all the years Brute had known this bastard, Nikki had always seemed a little dumb, a little slow. Like a puppet his father could play with. Yes, he was a bastard that had fathered a lot of children, but now Brute looked at him.