Guilty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC #3) by Emily Minton, Shelley Springfield Read Free Book Online Page A

out a word or two of what she said. “Did you have a good time?”
    “We’ll talk about that later. Right now, I want to know what the hell had my baby sister leaving me voice mails, with tears in her voice,” she demands, using the same voice she used when I was five and she wanted to get her way.
    I roll my eyes before answering, as I hear the momma bear coming out in her. “Sis, everything is fine.”
    “Bullshit,” she shouts, causing my ears to ring. “Now, tell me what is wrong, before I come down there and make you tell me.”
    Mom and Dad weren’t great parents, not terrible either. They both just lived in their own worlds. Dad stayed high half the time, but somehow still managed to hold down a job and keep a roof over our heads. Still, he wasn’t around much. When he was, he definitely didn’t want to deal with his daughters’ problems.
    Mom, on the other hand, was always stone cold sober. However, she was usually too wrapped up in whatever guy she was fucking on the side to even remember she had kids. She made sure we had food on the table and clean clothes to wear, but the rest was up to us.
    That left Tracy to take care of me. Being six years older than me, she became the mom I needed. She was always there for me, making sure my homework was done and that I got to school on time. But that shit was a long time ago. It’s way past time she quit trying to take care of me and started focusing on her own life.
    “You may be the big sister, but that doesn’t mean you have to worry about me all the time. Haven’t you ever thought I could be calling just to say hi?”
    She laughs before responding, “Hell no. You never call to just say hi. You only call when you need someone to listen to your shit.”
    “Well, that’s not very nice,” I say, wondering if she’s right.
    “It may not be nice, but that’s the way it is,” she says with a bit of sass in her voice. “You call when you need a shoulder to cry on, but you never call just to see how I’m doing.”
    Fuck, she’s right. “I’m sorry, Sis. No excuses, but I promise to start checking in more.”
    “Don’t worry about it,” she tells me, but I can hear the hope in her voice. “So, tell me what’s wrong this time. Did you finally decide to grow up and leave that damn club?”
    This is gonna be harder than I thought. Tracy has been trying to get me to leave the club ever since I moved in here, saying that I was wasting my life away. Every time she tried to talk to me about it, I would laugh her off. Now, I’m gonna have to eat crow and admit she was right.
    Letting out the deep breath I was unaware that I’ve been holding, I say, “I’m just not sure this is where I belong. It just doesn’t feel like home anymore. Figure maybe a new job and a change of scenery may be what I need.”
    “You know there’s always room for you here. I’ve been telling you that for years,” she says with a hint of excitement in her voice. “I would love to have you back where you belong.”
    Chewing on my bottom lip, I ask, “Are you sure Wes won’t mind? I won’t need to stay with you too long, just long enough to find an apartment.”
    “You know he won’t mind a bit. He loves you,” she quickly assures me. “Plus, we have the space now that Tyler moved out.”
    My nephew’s face flashes in my mind, and my lips spread into another smile. “I can’t believe he’s all grown up now.”
    We make small talk for a few more minutes, before I say, “I’ll give you a call when I head out of town. It’ll probably be next weekend, at the earliest.”
    “Can’t wait,” she squeals, her excitement jumping up a notch. “Love you, Lisa.”
    “Love you, too, Sis,” I reply and click end.
    Just as I’m about to shove the phone back in my pocket, a hand wraps around my arm and twists me around. Smoke’s eyes are locked on my face as he says, “I know I shouldn’t have listened, but I did, and I have to ask, why don’t you feel like you