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

draw my attention. He reminds me of the heroes from the romance books I used to read as a teenager. He could be described as tall and lanky, but I would say a better description would be sexy as hell.
    When my eyes finally meet his again, a small smile is playing on his lips. He winks at me and says, “Did you look your fill?”
    I’m mortified that he knows I was checking him out. I can feel the heat climbing up my cheeks, so I whip my head back toward Trix and Boz. The two of them are still arguing, but I can tell that Trix is starting to back down. I’ve seen it dozens of times with her dad. She will fight until she realizes she’s just wasting her breath. Then, she’ll agree to whatever he is saying and go behind his back to do what she wants anyway.
    The man behind me pulls me against his chest and whispers, “You can look at me as much as you want, as long as you let me do the same. I could spend hours looking at your fine ass, and I’d never look my fill.”
    My heart skips a beat, and I have to fight the urge to smile. Another time, another place, I’d be flirting back. Right now, though, is not the place. I have to force myself to remember this man just kidnapped me. He’s not my friend; he’s my jailer.
    Boz looks at the man I was just ogling and says, “Brew, take them to the safe room. I want them locked in, no visitors.”
    Brew? What a name. I look back up at him, and somehow the name fits. Moving my eyes to his cut, I take in his patch. Sergeant at Arms is also written there, proving he isn’t just a biker. No, he’s an officer and meant to be respected.
    He places his hand on my back and says, “Come on, sweetheart.”
    As he leads Trix and me through the club, I see all the men staring at us. Some are young, some old. A few are hot as hell, but others, well, they’ve seen better days. The only thing they all have in common is the cut they are wearing, bearing the Grim Bastards insignia. As I look closer, the lust in their eyes sends another wave of fear through me, but Brew’s hand on my back keeps me from freaking out. Instead, I just look forward, trying to avoid all their eyes.
    While we walk, I start to worry about how long they are going to keep us here. If I’m not back to meet Blake next week, there’s no telling what he will do to my sister. I can’t let him hurt her; I can’t let anything hurt her. Nothing can piss him off now, especially when Alex and I are so close to being free. The baby will be here soon, and she’ll have her surgery. Then, we can hit the road.
    I can’t worry about that right now, though. There’s nothing I can do about it. My sister is going to have to figure out a way to deal with Blake while I’m here. Just like I’m gonna have to find a way to deal with the fact that I’ve been kidnapped and am being held prisoner by a biker club.
    We haven’t gone far when he stops in front of a closed door. Brew removes his hand from my back, and I instantly feel the loss of his touch. He takes out a set of keys, unlocks the door, and pushes it open. He sticks his head in and looks around before turning to look at us.
    Brew takes a step back from the door. He gives us some space, then motions for Trix and me to walk inside. She walks in first, with me following closely 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,