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)
“I’m … ugh … I’m good. I really should be going.”
She suddenly became aware of three other men surrounding her.
“But, you see, if you go, then that ruins my plans, and Rat Boy Pete, he promised me a little present, and you’re my present.”
The smile on his lips filled her with fear. This wasn’t good. This was never going to be good. She spun around.
Rat Boy Pete stood right there.
“I don’t know what this is about, but you’ve got the wrong person.”
“So I don’t have Faith Dawson, the bastard granddaughter to Sergey Golubev? Your mother isn’t Beverly Dawson, who so happened to become a little side piece to your father, Nikki Golubev?”
Faith had tried to avoid her life like that. She hated knowing who she had come from. Her mother had often said if she had been prettier, she’d have been Bratva royalty, but instead, she’d been tossed aside. Nikki, her father, wanted nothing to do with her. He had a daughter who was the same age as her.
The only person to show her any real affection had been Sergey, which was insane, considering the reputation he had. She wasn’t a fool.
On her eighteenth birthday, even though she tried to pretend she didn’t know, her father had forced her to carry the dove of the Golubev Bratva on the inside of her wrist. She always tried to hide it with either long sleeves, watches, or bracelets.
She didn’t know if her grandfather even knew about the tattoo, but it didn’t matter because it was there. He always told her he’d take care of her. Faith had never put him to the test, but she imagined this was the real test now.
Her life was in danger, and she had a horrible feeling this wasn’t going to end well.
****
“Did I do good, Brute? I did, didn’t I. That means I can stay, right?”
Brute didn’t like Rat Boy Pete. He was completely unreliable and a weakling, but in this situation, he had done good. There was no way he was going to toss him out onto the street, not tonight at least.
“Go and get some food and tell one of the women I sent you, and you’re to be treated good.”
He’d never make Rat Boy Pete one of them, but when he did good, he would be sure to help him be rewarded, and with Sergey Golubev’s granddaughter currently locked in the basement of the clubhouse, that was a good thing.
He looked through the door to see her chained to the bed.
“What do you plan to do?” Igor asked.
Brute turned toward Igor and he saw the excitementtemptation in the other man’s eyes. He was practically foaming at the mouth for a chance to get in there and use some of his newfound torture techniques on her.
“You’re not going to touch her.”
Igor wrinkled his nose. “I didn’t want to anyway.”
With that, Igor lost interest and made his way back upstairs.
“You don’t want Igor to have her, so what is the plan?” Road asked.
He turned toward the other man. They all had one enemy in common—Sergey Golubev. Road had a very good reason to hate him. The scars on his face were a constant reminder.
There was a time when Road had been a “pretty boy.” With just a wink or a smile, most women fell into his lap and were unable to resist him. Road had been used many times to garner information out of men and women.
No one had been able to resist his charms, not when Road turned them on, making them think they were his whole world, when the truth was, they were the furthest thing from it.
Brute didn’t know the exact details, but one evening, after going to Sergey with all the information he held, Road had come out, and his pretty face had been gone. Instead, he looked like he stepped out of a horror movie. His face had been stitched together, and Sergey had made sure they never quite healed right. The scars would stay with Road forever.
“Last I checked, the bastard daughter of anyone meant shit,” Road said.
“Yeah, but rumor has it, Sergey has a soft spot for this little bastard,” Vlad said.
“Rumor and gossip are not good points to go on,” Road said. “We all know the lies that are spread in pointless gossip. They get people killed.”
“My plan at the moment is for her not to go anywhere. I’m not even going to call Golubev to let him know what happened to her. Rat Boy Pete has his instructions, and that is all he is going to do.”
“Once Golubev finds out who was on a date with her, Rat Boy Pete is going to end up dead, and he will be useless to you,” Vlad said.
“Then that is bad news for Rat Boy Pete. Why do you think he’s going to enjoy a nice hot meal and some good, willing pussy?” Brute said.