Filthy Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) by Emily Minton, Shelley Springfield Read Free Book Online

sure he is listening. “Boz is gonna flip the fuck out when he sees what you’ve done, and no one is gonna have your back.”
    “You’re right, Brew,” he says, still trying to pull out of my hold. “I didn’t fucking think. I screwed it up, but it won’t happen again. I’ll explain everything to the Pres, make sure he knows it was my fuck up, not yours.”
    Pushing him away, I pull a cigarette out and light it. It takes a few draws before I feel calm enough to open my mouth. I turn to look at him, huddled up against the door like a pussy. Just the sight of him makes me sick to my stomach. He wasn’t meant to be a Grim Bastard; he’s a disgrace to the cut.
    Inhaling deeply, I let the smoke slide between my lips and say, “You may be my brother, but this was your last chance and you blew it. I’m done with your ass.”

CHAPTER SIX
    Addy
    I DIDN’T think anything could be worse than being forced to be Blake’s whore, but being kidnapped just may be a tad bit more frightening. The guy that had a hold of me didn’t seem cruel, but the one that dealt with Trix seemed sadistic. I swear, his dick was hard as a rock when he tossed her into the van. That alone has me on the edge of hysteria.
    The drive was scary as hell, and then we were pulled into an office. A large man looked over at Trix like she was a piece of meat. Seeing that caused my fear to ratchet up another notch. When she looked back at him with the same longing, I let out a relieved breath.
    I’ve been friends with Trix since we were both in grade school. I’ve been at her dad’s clubhouse more times than I can count, but I wouldn’t call myself a biker chick. I’m just a friend that’s allowed to hang out from time to time. Still, I know enough to know my friend wouldn’t be looking at this guy that way if he was a threat to her or me.
    When she says his name, Boz, I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. This is her man—the man she has been in love with for years. She talked about him all the time when we were kids. She still does when she’s had a few too many drinks. Every time, she tells me that she’ll never be able find anyone that could compare to Boz.
    I finally let some of the tension drain from my body and draw in a deep breath. I’m still not happy about being kidnapped, still scared out of my mind. At least, now, I don’t have to worry about either of us dying at his hands or the hands of his club. At least, I hope like hell I don’t.
    Trix and Boz bicker back and forth, my best friend not showing an ounce of fear. I cringe when she smarts off to him, and flinch when he puts her in her place. Still, I let out another relieved breath when he doesn’t hurt her. He doesn’t even lift a hand toward her, allowing me to think we are safe.
    “Told you, you’d both be okay,” the man that grabbed me whispers. “Just stay calm, and you’ll be home before you know it.”
    I look up at him, finally taking the time to actually look at his face. I’m surprised to see how handsome he is. The man Trix is arguing with is hot, no doubt, but he is rugged and harsh looking. This man, he is classically handsome.
    His hair is the color of aged bourbon, a mixture of brown and gold. It’s a bit shaggy on top, curling at the back of his neck and near his ears. A few stray waves hang down his forehead, nearly blocking my view of his beautiful hazel eyes. The color is warm, the perfect mixture of green and brown, with bits of gold sparkling in their depths. His lashes aren’t long, but not short either. They’re just long enough to accentuate his eyes and draw me into their depths.
    His nose could only be described as masculine, with a barely noticeable bump right at the ridge. His cheekbones are high and sharp, making me wonder if he has a bit of Native American blood running through his veins. They would have the look of perfection if it wasn’t for my claw marks that can be seen going down one side of his face.
    His chin is