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

don’t know that. Your pop could have a whole basement full of bitches, and you wouldn’t know.”
    He’s right, so all I can do is nod. He lifts his chin at me and says, “But, I don’t mind telling you what is going on, a little of it anyway.”
    “Well, that’s awfully sweet of you,” I reply, placing my hands back on my hips and glaring at him. “Aren’t you a nice fucking guy?”
    The smile on his face disappears and is replaced by anger. “I will only warn you one time to watch your attitude, Trix. We could’ve had something, but that doesn’t give you the right to run your fucking mouth.”
    I start to reply, play the bitch again, but he shakes his head. “I don’t tolerate disrespect from anyone, especially in my own damn clubhouse. If you keep that shit up, you’ll wish I let Crank take you to his room.”
    His words have me stepping closer to him, further away from Crank. “I’m not trying to give you attitude. I grew up with my dad, and I learned to respect the patch you’re wearing. So with all due respect, you had to know I’d be a little pissy when you sent your brothers to snatch us up and throw us in the back of a van.”
    Another chin lift is his only reply, so I push on. “I’m not asking you to tell me club business. Just give me enough so I know what I’m dealing with.”
    “Hoss has something of mine, so I decided to take something of his,” he says finally, resting his ass on his desk and crossing his ankles. “When he gives my shit back, I’ll hand you over.”
    “What did he take?” I ask, not believing my dad would do anything to put me in danger.
    He ignores my question, looking to the guy standing beside Addy. “Brew, take them to the safe room. I want them locked in, no visitors.”
    The last part he directs at Crank, allowing me to let out a relieved breath. Still, I need to know more. “Will my friend or I have to pay for whatever you think my dad did?”
    “We’ll see how your dad responds, but you need to get one thing straight, Trix. I don’t ‘think’; I know Hoss or one of his boys had something to do with it.” He looks back toward Brew. “Get them out of here.”

Filthy Bastard
Grim Bastards MC Book 2
    Addy

    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 strong, with a small dimple just under his mouth. He doesn’t quite have a full beard, but it’s more than just whiskers. Now, his lips are absolutely amazing. They’re the deepest shade of red, what every woman longs for. Both are full, with his lower lip just a tad bit bigger. The top, though, sports a ring that loops into his mouth. I have to fight the urge to use my tongue and trace its path.
    My eyes finally move from his face and take in his body. He’s tall, especially to my five-foot frame. My guess would be he’s at least five inches over six foot; my head barely reaches his chest. Other than his height, he isn’t a large man. He’s not slim but not bulky, with just enough muscles to