Filthy Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) (3 page)

Jerking away, I try to absorb his words. “What in the hell are you talking about?”

He smirks, grabbing my arm and digging his fingers roughly into my flesh. “Alex and I will be back from our honeymoon in two weeks. As soon as we get back, I’ll be making a trip to Knoxville for a medical convention. When I get there, plan on spending some of that week in my hotel room.”

“You can’t be serious?” I say, trying to pull out of his grasp. “There’s no damn way I’d intentionally be anywhere near you.”

“Yes, you will,” he says calmly, finally releasing my arm. “If not, I’ll make sure your sister never has her surgery. She’ll die and it will be all your fault.”

The image of my beautiful sister lying in a coffin fills my mind. Again, I try to come up with a plan, anything to keep this man out of my sister’s life. There’s nothing, though. Nothing I can say will change my mom’s mind or make my dad stand up to her. I have to do this, have to do this for the one person in my family that has ever showed me an ounce of love.

Swallowing back the bile in my throat, I agree with a nod. “If I find out Alex is the least bit unhappy, I will kill you.”

He smiles, placing a hand on my cheek. “Oh, my wife will be ecstatic as long as you keep me the same way.”

Brew
Twenty-Eight Years Old

LIGHTING A
cigarette, I take a deep drag and search the road once again. My brother was supposed to come by here nearly thirty minutes ago, so I could trail his ass to the pickup location. Our club is depending on this shipment of guns to finally get us back in the black. If something goes wrong, we’re all gonna be fucked.

I’ve had a bad feeling deep in my gut ever since Pres told me Crank was riding lead on this pickup. The brother has been on dozens of these runs with me and never fucked up, but there’s a huge difference in being along for the ride and leading the pack. I even tried telling Boz that Crank wasn’t ready, but he said he didn’t have much of a choice. He wanted me on other things, so he had to train another brother to handle the pickups.

Running my hand though my hair, I let out a frustrated groan and look at my phone for the hundredth time. Deciding not to wait any longer, I break protocol for the first time since getting my cut and shoot him a quick text.

Check in.

I inhale the smoke deep into my lungs and try to decide what to do. Taking a quick look at the clock in the dashboard, I see it’s ten past nine. The shipment was supposed to be picked up ten minutes ago. My eyes go to my phone again as my stomach twists in knots. Crank should have been by here forty-five minutes ago. What the fuck is going on? Not seeing a response, I shoot him another text.

Location?

Another five minutes pass before my phone finally dings. Opening the message, I read it and let out a muttered, “Fuck.”

It’s not here.

Clicking on Crank’s name, it rings four times before going to voice mail. I try twice more before tossing my phone in the seat and leaning my head back. Sending my fist into the steering wheel, I cuss the world and everyone in it, then grab my phone to send a text I’ve been dreading for the last hour.

Shipment not at location.

Only a few seconds pass before I get a reply from my Pres.

Get your ass back here now.

Firing up the truck, I respond.

Five minutes out.

I get back in half the time, pulling into the yard just as Smoke, the Grim Bastards’ VP, rides up on his bike. I climb from the truck, anger coursing through my body. After slamming the door, I walk to the clubhouse entrance and wait for my brother to join me.

Smoke looks every bit as angry as I am as he walks up to me. “Did Boz tell you what the fuck was going on?”

“No,” I say with a shake of my head. “I got a fucking text from Crank.”

“Boz is mad as hell. Crank best keep his ass hidden for a while,” Smoke responds as he fists his hands at his side.

“Have you talked to the Pres yet?” I ask, wondering how the hell Smoke found out about this shit so damn quick.

“Nope, Crank called me,” he replies as he walks through the door.

Why the fuck would Crank call him and not me? This shit makes no damn sense, unless the motherfucker is hiding something. Then again, he may have known that I’d be on his ass the minute I heard his voice.

“It took forever for him to even respond to my text,” I say as my anger grows. “When his ass gets here, I’m gonna lay the motherfucker out.”

“You won’t be the only one,” he growls as we head toward the Pres’ office. As we step inside, Boz’s dog runs past us and rushes to his master’s side.

As soon as Smoke shuts the door, I look at Boz and say, “It’s gone, brother.”

I can see how pissed he is from across the room. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen so much anger on his face. I have to wonder if he’s mad at Crank or at himself, for putting the dickhead in a position where he could fuck up so royally.

“What the fuck do you mean, it’s gone?” he growls out as he stands from his chair.

“I’m not sure, Boz. Crank just texted and said that it wasn’t there. I texted you as soon as he contacted me,” I explain as I walk toward the fridge and pull out a beer.

I wish I could give him the answers he seeks, but there’s nothing else to say. Well, I could tell him ‘I told you so’, but that wouldn’t go over well with my Pres. Still, I have to bite my tongue to keep the words from flying out of my mouth.

“You were supposed to be on his ass,” Boz roars, slamming his fist onto his desk.

Pres is madder than hell, and he’s letting his anger take control. I’ve been there before, but he’s spewing that anger at the wrong person. I hope like fuck he figures that shit out fast. If not, we’re gonna have to have a man to man. I’ll never show him any disrespect, but I will make sure he knows this shit isn’t my fault.

Looking at him, I lay it out. “I was, brother, but then Crank never showed up. I waited at the meeting spot until I texted you. Crank fucking disappeared, and there was nothing but complete radio silence. I didn’t even have the pick-up location.”

“There was more than half a million dollars’ worth of guns in this shipment. If it’s gone, we’re gonna lose a ton of money. Not to mention, we’re gonna have to deal with the boys up north, and that ain’t gonna be pretty,” Boz says, laying his hand flat on the desk. “What’s Crank saying?”

“He called in a few minutes ago, said he talked to you,” Smoke answers as he leans against Boz’s desk.

“I haven’t talked to his ass all day,” Boz replies, his body vibrating with fury.

The fact he hasn’t talked to Crank at all surprises the shit out of me. We always call in before a run. It’s an unspoken rule but a rule all the same. There could always be a last minute change. Even if there isn’t, Pres needs to be kept up to date.

“The motherfucker said he told you,” Smoke says before turning to look at me. “Did he call you?”

I shake my head, wondering what the fuck is going on. “No, brother. Just got the one text.”

“Stupid fucker,” Smoke mumbles, taking a seat in front of Boz’s desk. “Crank said he was run off the road by a black van. He’s not sure, but he thinks one of the Revenge boys was behind the wheel.”

The implication of his words hits me square in the chest. Satan’s Revenge is run by Hoss Slade—a good man, but one mean motherfucker. Our clubs were at war not too long ago, a war that ended with the death of Boz’s father. I wasn’t around at the time, but I’ve heard enough to know it’s something our club isn’t strong enough to repeat. It damn near broke us last time; this time it may obliterate us.

We continue to talk a bit longer, bouncing ideas back and forth. After all is said and done, we’re no closer to the truth than we were when I walked in the door. One thing is clear, though; Crank fucked up and he fucked up bad. Now, the club is gonna end up paying for his stupid mistake. Other than that fact, I think we’re all confused as fuck. I just hope that confusion doesn’t lead Boz to make a bad decision.

Pres smiles at us before saying, “Call church. It’s time to come up with a plan to take care of business and get our guns back.”

I can’t keep the smirk off my face as I wonder what he’s planning. “You got it, Pres.”

Smoke doesn’t think it. Instead, he asks, “You got a plan?”

Boz shrugs and replies, “Not yet, but I will by the time you get all the boys here.”

Following Smoke from the room, I stop him before we step into the common room. “There is something up with Crank. We need to keep our eyes on that motherfucker.”

“Already planned on doing that,” the VP says, with a lift of his chin. “If he’s playing us, he’ll be six feet under.”

Nodding my head, I reply, “I’ll be the one to put him there.”

Addy
Twenty-Two Years Old

WALKING INTO
the hotel room, I see my brother-in-law lying on the bed, completely nude. I let out a sigh of relief when I see his cock is already hard. It’s a relief to know this is gonna be a quick fuck and nothing more. He slides his hand up and down over his length slowly, as he runs his eyes over my body. If it was any other man, anyone besides this bastard, it would be a sexy sight. With Blake, it’s nearly enough to make me vomit.

“Hello, Little Bit,” he says, still gliding his hands over his cock.

There’s no reason to say hello to the sleazy fucker. He didn’t come here to talk to me, and I sure in the hell don’t want to talk to him. I want to get this over as soon as possible, so I make my way to the end of the bed and start undressing. I kick off my shoes and quickly pull off my socks. Next, I grab the bottom of my shirt.

When it’s over my head, he calls out for me to stop. “Slowly, Adyson. You know I enjoy watching my gift being unwrapped.”

I force myself to think of my sister and the child she has growing inside her, then continue to pull my jeans off slowly. When Alex told me she was pregnant eight months ago, she cried for over an hour. She always took her birth control, swore she had never missed one pill. She just didn’t understand how it could happen. My sister said she would love to have a child, but not with Blake. She says she doesn’t know how she will ever get away from him now.

I’m not sure her heart can even handle the birth of a child. She still hasn’t been able to have her surgery. She found out she was pregnant when the doctor ran pre-op blood work. The doctor tried to talk her into having an abortion, said it would be the safest thing for her. She told him she would die herself before killing her baby.

So, for almost a year now, I have been putting up with Blake’s demands. Once a week, I meet him at the hotel and spread my legs to give him what he wants. All of it for my sister, to keep her safe and healthy. I know he wouldn’t hesitate to get a divorce, just so she wouldn’t have insurance to cover her surgery, if I don’t do as he orders.

Not attempting to be seductive but not rushing, I take off my bra then slide my panties down my legs. Once all my clothes are on the floor, I walk to the bed, climb in beside him, and lie on my back. It doesn’t take but a second for him to turn to me.

“I wish your sister had your tight ass,” he says as he pulls me into his arms and runs his hands down my body. “She’s getting so fat. I can barely stand lying in the same bed with her. She’s so disgusting. She turns my stomach.”

I want to remind him that she’s carrying his child, but I keep my mouth shut. I haven’t spoken a word to him since the day he married my sister, and I don’t plan on starting today. All our meetings are planned through texts, which I always reply with three words.
I’ll be there.

He continues to skim my body with his hands as his lips place soft kisses on my shoulder. Bringing a hand to my head, he forces my face to him. His tongue swipes across my lips as he rolls his body between my legs. I turn my face away, not willing to taste him a second longer. His hardness teases my entrance, and I fight the urge to jerk away. As always, I hold still and let him do what he wants.

“I don’t know why you pretend you don’t like it,” he murmurs against my cheek, before his mouth slides down to my neck to nibble at my pulse. “Your delicious pussy always tells a different story every time I touch it.”

He’s right and that makes me hate him even more. I always orgasm; it never fails. It wasn’t like that in the beginning, but as he learned my body, he learned to give it what it needs to reach the point of no return. He does this every damn time, even though I fight it from happening every step of the way. In the end, I always lose the battle.

“I love how wet you get for me,” he whispers with a laugh.

The first time it happened, I was sick for a week. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to get out of bed again. Finally, I snuck out of the dorm room, making sure Trix didn’t know where I was going, and went to see a rape counselor. I was afraid to tell her everything, so I made up a story and asked her about my orgasm. She said it was a perfectly normal reaction for a rape victim to have, and she says it’s not something that should cause me to feel ashamed. My body reacts to stimuli, even if I don’t want it to. Still, I absolutely hate it.

“I love to watch you come, Little Bit,” he says, sliding one of his hands between our bodies. “Love to feel that tight pussy clench my cock.”

His fingers find my clit, giving it a light squeeze, before two glide inside me. He works them back and forth, before pulling them out to pay attention to my clit again. Even though I pray it won’t happen again, I can feel myself getting damp. The more he plays, the wetter I get, proving again my body is going to betray me.

My brother-in-law lets out a hardy chuckle as he continues to manipulate my body to do what he wants. “There’s my girl.”

Blake adds more pressure to my clit, forcing a strangled gasp from my lips. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth, attempting to get a kiss from me. Just like each time he has tried before, I jerk away, sealing my lips shut. His lips then travel across my cheek to gently suck my earlobe into his mouth.

He caresses my folds for a moment more, before replacing his fingers with his cock. He slides easily into my damp opening, grinding his hips against me. His mouth moves slowly down my neck, until he reaches my pulse point. Giving it a gentle bite, he goes deep inside me then grinds against me and lets out a moan.