Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
He’d watched Golubev from the edge. He had seen him give orders and watched them go through. One of the men had been identified as an informant for the police, and what did Sergey do? He ordered the rape of the man’s pregnant wife, which then followed with her giving birth, and Sergey took the child. Then, he killed the man, after he had taken out the man’s entire family. Road had seen him do this. The kid was sent to an orphanage if it was a boy, and if it was a girl, it was sold to the highest bidder.
There was always speculation about what Sergey did with the girls, but Road never knew for sure. Now, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was all true.
Where Sergey had an orphanage for boys, that would bring about the next level of soldiers for the Bratva. For the girls, there were always two tales told. One, they were sold to rich families who wanted a child and couldn’t have one. The second story was, there was another kind of orphanage owned by Sergey, where he would have the girls trained in the art of seduction. The most beautiful would remain virgins and be sold to the highest bidder. The ones that were not quite as beautiful would become puppets for Sergey. They had no choice in the matter. Their life was to please the men and women who came to them.
Again, Road had never seen these places, just heard rumors.
When he thought Sergey was his friend, he would ask about them, but all he’d get as an answer was laughter, and told not to listen to gossip. Looking back now, he felt fucking furious. He had trusted Sergey. But with the level of depravity the man would go to, Road knew it was only a matter of time before it got turned back around on the club. They had to continue hitting where it hurt.
Road arrived outside the beauty salon where Dinah worked. He couldn’t help but smile as several people attempted to scurry past him, as if he couldn’t see them.
Staring through the glass, Dinah hadn’t noticed him, and she worked next to the window. She never complained about having a window seat. Today, she was dressed in black pants and a white fitted top. Her outfit emphasized her curves, and she looked stunning. He couldn’t help but admire every inch of her. She was so graceful.
The way she held the dryer she was using, and held her body. His cock got hard at the thought of being inside her. And no other man had even tried to fight for her. It was laughable. He was going to fight for her every step of the way.
Someone must have said something because suddenly she turned to look behind her, and then her gaze went to his. The moment she saw him, she smiled. He watched her speak to her client and then move toward the door, stepping out of it, and coming toward him.
“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, reaching out to touch his lip, which he imagined was bruised.
“Trust me, I’ve had worse.”
“Wow, I don’t even want to know what worse looks like.” She took a deep breath. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. None of this … it’s all good.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not right now. Do you mind if I watch you?”
She chuckled. “I don’t mind, but I think a few of the women might be a little taken aback. If you’re wanting a place to crash, here.” She handed him a set of keys. “Go and make yourself at home, and by that, I mean, watch a movie, freshen up. I think I’ve got a couple of clean pairs of pants for you.”
“Thanks,” he said, taking the keys.
She reached out and put a hand to his cheek. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He had no doubt Dinah would believe his hesitation in leaving Sergey alone.
“I better get back. I’ll see you later tonight?”
“You can count on it, and I will also have dinner ready for you.”
Dinah laughed, but she did look toward him before she stepped back into the salon, and then focused once again on her client.
****
“Are you okay?” Faith asked.
“I’m fine, babe,” Brute said, reaching out toward her and gripping her hand. Road hadn’t returned all day long.
They had problems like this for many years. Road and his thirst for revenge always become a problem. He wanted to hit Sergey Golubev hard, and Brute understood it, but he also knew there was a time and a place to do it. He wasn’t following Nikki’s orders.
Golubev wasn’t in the country. After one of his brothels had closed and several business associates had shut their doors on him, he’d taken an extended trip abroad. Nikki didn’t know where. He was told to take care of business until he returned.