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

behind her. She goes straight to the bed, while I linger by the door, taking it all in. Instead of some type of cell, it’s just a normal room. Nothing special, by any means, but at least it looks clean.
    Brew takes a step and grabs the door handle, so he can shut the door on his way out. Instead of doing that, he looks at me and a half-smile appears on his face. He searches my face for a moment before looking back at Trix. When his eyes finally come back to me, they are full of questions.
    “Come over here,” he says, motioning for me to come forward. “I want you to listen to me carefully, sweetheart.”
    “My name is Addy, not sweetheart,” I tell him, not really sure why.
    For some reason, we’re both whispering. It’s as if we’re in the room alone and this conversation is meant for our ears only. Somehow, it feels as if Trix heard, it would be an intrusion.
    A slow smile crosses his face. “I like that name. It fits you. Are you going to be okay?” he asks, sounding like he really cares.
    I shrug, not quite sure how to answer that. “I’ll deal.”
    He then reaches out and grabs my arm, lowering his lips to my ear. “Don’t be scared, Addy. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You have nothing to be worried about. Just listen to what I say and stay close to me when you ain’t in this room, and I’ll watch out for you.”
    He has no idea what all I have to worry about or the man that continues to hurt me over and over again, and he never will, so I give him a small nod. “I’ll try.”

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Brew
    AS I walk down the hallway, Addy’s laughter hits my ears and my chest tightens. It’s been two days since we picked her and Trix up, and those two days with her have changed my life. She’s changed every fucking thing about it. Even looking at the club whores and the nasty clubhouse turns my damn stomach. I still love my club, respect the brotherhood, just hate that I’ve quit hoping for more. Hell, I used to only worry about looking for my next drink or next piece of pussy. With Addy, I want that more again. I want to live clean and free.
    No fucking way would I ever leave the club, but I can see myself having a home again. A place to raise a family, a family that will love the brotherhood the same way that I do. To do that, I need to find a woman that deserves more than just a dirty bed in an even nastier room at the clubhouse. Who knows, maybe Addy could be that woman.
    I’ve worked hard at saving money to be able to have that house of my own. After these past four years, I have enough now; I’m just waiting for a reason to use it. There’s no point in me buying a house just for myself.
    Pushing the door open, I find her sitting in the floor wrestling with Boz’s dog, Grim. His large body is nearly hiding hers, as his teeth gently nip at her side. She lets out another bubble of laughter and continues to tickle his fur-covered ribs. I can’t hold in my chuckle as I toss the clothes on the bed and walk over to pull Grim from her.
    “Go on, Bud,” I say, giving his head a rough pat and shoo him out of the room. “Go find the Pres and Trix.”
    “You didn’t have to make him leave,” Addy says, pushing herself off the floor with a half-smile still on her pretty face. “He’s been my only company all day. It gets lonely sitting in here by myself all the damn time.”
    Boz has kept Trix by his side, nearly from the minute we brought the girls back to the club. It’s clear to everyone that she won’t be leaving when this is over. Our Pres has an old lady; he just hasn’t claimed her yet. I’m not sure how that shit’s gonna turn out, with Hoss and Boz both leading rival clubs. Still, I know it’s gonna happen one way or another.
    I shoot her a grin and plop down on the bed, crossing my booted feet at the ankle. “I’m here to keep you company now.”
    Her eyes land on my legs then slowly make their way up my body. “You’re not nearly as cute as Grim.”
    Cocking a brow at her, I