Guilty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC #3) by Emily Minton, Shelley Springfield

proves he wears it like that on purpose.
    He hasn’t really changed, but there’s a hardness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. He’s wearing an old Metallica tee, with his cut over it. I can see a bit of ink peeking out of the collar, and his arms are covered in tats. I remember clearly, even only seeing it in the moonlight, that the man has ink all over his arms and chest. It’s not all cluttered up where you can’t tell what anything is, but he does have a lot of them. All I know is that I think they are sexy as hell, and I’ve always wondered if he has them everywhere else.
    I’m about to look at his face again, but he moves a hand, drawing my attention to it. I look at the word fast , tatted across his fingers. Looking at the other hand, I read hold . Then, the memory of the pleasure those hands once gave me fills my mind.
    Shaking away my thoughts, I demand, “Why did you have us kidnapped?”
    He cocks a brow before answering, “That’s between me and your dad.”
    “How could you do this to me?” I say, taking a step forward, never breaking eye contact. “I know it was just one night, but didn’t it mean something to you?”
    His lips turn up in a grin. “It meant something, Trix.”
    I’ve seen him a few times since our one night, but I was always too shy to say anything. I would avoid him when he came around, but he has never been far from my mind or my dreams. Many nights, I would run the batteries dead in my vibrator, all while thinking of those ink-covered fingers sliding in and out of me.
    Again, I shake away my thoughts and ask, “Then, how could you do this? How the hell could you have me and my friend kidnapped?”
    “One thing has nothing to do with the other, darlin’,” he states with a shrug.
    My anger continues to grow. “I’ve dreamed about that night a million times. They were the best fucking dreams of my life, and now you’ve ruined it for me. Every time I think of it, I will think of you pulling this shit.”
    He throws his head back and laughs, a deep, throaty laugh that leaves my panties soaking. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you have something else to dream about.”
    This is the only man I’ve ever truly wanted, but I can’t focus on that right now. I need to figure out why the Bastards kidnapped us. I know the other guys said my dad took something that belonged to them, but that’s not the sort of shit my father does. I need to get to the bottom of this before any plans can be made.
    “What the fuck is going on? You know family is off-limits!” I say, letting my anger show.
    “That doesn’t have anything to do with you,” he replies with a shake of his head.
    When his eyes meet mine again, I press him for an answer. “I know this is between you and Dad, but seeing as we’re the ones being held against our will, don’t you think Addy and I deserve to know the reason behind it?”
    Before he can answer me, Crank grabs my arm and tugs me back to him. He squeezes it hard enough to cause me to wince, then says, “Don’t ask questions. Just do what you’re told.”
    He then looks toward Boz and says, “Let me take her to my room. I’ll teach her some manners.”
    “No,” I whisper, my false bravado crumbling at the very thought of being alone with him.
    I hear a low growl coming from behind me. Out the corner of my eye, I see a huge dog get up from beside the desk and take a step toward us. The dog shows Crank his teeth as he continues to growl.
    “Let her go, brother,” orders Boz, before calling his dog to his side.
    “Whatever.” Crank gives my arm another bone-crunching squeeze before releasing it and shoving me away from him.
    Boz looks at me a second before saying, “Normally, I would say this shit is no concern of yours, and I’m betting Hoss would say the same about his club.”
    I shrug, trying to play the badass again. “Well, I’m not sure. Dad hasn’t made a habit of kidnapping young women.”
    He smirks at me. “You