Filthy Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) by Emily Minton, Shelley Springfield Page A

up.
    “That woman wants you, brother. You’d have to be blind not to see that,” Smoke says, as he starts spraying down the floor. “If I had a chance at something that sweet, I’d be grabbing on with both hands and never letting go.”
    His words ricochet through my brain, making me want what I can’t have even more. It takes every bit of willpower I have not to do just what he says and forget all my responsibilities. Instead, I unscrew the bleach and get started on the cleaning.
    “I can’t do that, Smoke. She needs to live a life without all this shit in it,” I reply, hoping he understands what I mean.
    “Did you ever think this shit might be worth it, if you had someone to go home to at the end of the night, someone that cared whether you came home or not?” He nods to the blood then looks over to Stone’s body.
    “Of course,” I reply, sloshing the bleach onto the floor. “It’s all I’ve thought of since I grabbed her ass from that parking lot.”
    “Well, brother.” His eyes cut to me, as a grin spreads across his lips. “Did you ever think she might feel the same way?”
    No, I sure in the hell didn’t. Now, it’s all I’ll be able to think about.

CHAPTER TWELVE
    Addy
    SITTING AT the picnic table, I look around the yard at everyone having fun. This is my last day at the Grim Bastards MC, my last day of freedom. Tomorrow, I go home. I go back to school, back to my parents’ disapproval, back to my sister’s tears. Tomorrow, I go back to being my brother-in-law’s prisoner.
    Who would have thought, being kidnapped would allow me to be free for the first time in my life? I was able to eat what I want without worrying that my mother would make a comment about my fat ass. I was able to go to sleep without worrying my sister needed me. I was able to get out of bed in the morning without dreading Blake’s text.
    Instead, I lived free and wild. I partied, drank, ate. Hell, I even smoked weed for the first time. I have laughed until I cried, slept half the day away, even spent the entire day lounging in bed a time or two. All things I had never done before. Nobody bitched, complained, or acted like it was out of the ordinary. Hell, they pretty much let me do whatever I wanted, besides be outside of my room without Brew, but I was ok with that. He wasn’t bad company; he actually makes me feel alive. After the first day, after I realized these guys weren’t going to hurt me, I had a fucking ball. That all changes tomorrow.
    “You need to eat, Red,” Brew says, bringing me out of my dreary thoughts.
    I paste on a smile and reply, “I am gonna fix me something in a few minutes.”
    Setting a plate in front of me, he takes a seat beside me at the picnic table. “Well, now you don’t have to get up.”
    I look down at the paper plate, piled high with food. “Do you expect me to eat all this?”
    His hazel eyes light up as he smiles at me. “If not, I’ve got your back.”
    With those words, he grabs a piece of chicken from my plate and takes a bite. Drawing a laugh from me, he smiles around the chicken then takes another bite. I take the opportunity to look at Brew, really take in his face. It’s not like I haven’t looked at him before, plenty of times actually. This time, though, I wanna burn it in my memory, so I’ll never forget.
    His hair is the first thing that grabs my attention. It looks so soft; it’s hard to keep my hands away from it, and I know first-hand that it’s as soft as it looks. During the kisses we’ve shared, I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing a handful. More than once, I’ve had to fist my fingers to stop from reaching out and running my hands through it again. His hazel eyes are almost solid green at the moment, but I’ve seen them turn a deep brown when he’s angry. Luckily, they’ve never been directed at me at the time. When I first saw Brew, he scared the hell out of me. Having a six-foot plus man running at you, wearing a leather cut, would scare the