Filthy Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) (6 page)

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 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, we’re both whispering. It’s as if we’re in the room alone and this conversation is meant for our ears only. Somehow, it feels as if Trix heard, it would be an intrusion.

A slow smile crosses his face. “I like that name. It fits you. Are you going to be okay?” he asks, sounding like he really cares.

I shrug, not quite sure how to answer that. “I’ll deal.”

He then reaches out and grabs my arm, lowering his lips to my ear. “Don’t be scared, Addy. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You have nothing to be worried about. Just listen to what I say and stay close to me when you ain’t in this room, and I’ll watch out for you.”

He has no idea what all I have to worry about or the man that continues to hurt me over and over again, and he never will, so I give him a small nod. “I’ll try.”

Brew

AS I
walk down the hallway, Addy’s laughter hits my ears and my chest tightens. It’s been two days since we picked her and Trix up, and those two days with her have changed my life. She’s changed every fucking thing about it. Even looking at the club whores and the nasty clubhouse turns my damn stomach. I still love my club, respect the brotherhood, just hate that I’ve quit hoping for more. Hell, I used to only worry about looking for my next drink or next piece of pussy. With Addy, I want that more again. I want to live clean and free.

No fucking way would I ever leave the club, but I can see myself having a home again. A place to raise a family, a family that will love the brotherhood the same way that I do. To do that, I need to find a woman that deserves more than just a dirty bed in an even nastier room at the clubhouse. Who knows, maybe Addy could be that woman.

I’ve worked hard at saving money to be able to have that house of my own. After these past four years, I have enough now; I’m just waiting for a reason to use it. There’s no point in me buying a house just for myself.

Pushing the door open, I find her sitting in the floor wrestling with Boz’s dog, Grim. His large body is nearly hiding hers, as his teeth gently nip at her side. She lets out another bubble of laughter and continues to tickle his fur-covered ribs. I can’t hold in my chuckle as I toss the clothes on the bed and walk over to pull Grim from her.

“Go on, Bud,” I say, giving his head a rough pat and shoo him out of the room. “Go find the Pres and Trix.”

“You didn’t have to make him leave,” Addy says, pushing herself off the floor with a half-smile still on her pretty face. “He’s been my only company all day. It gets lonely sitting in here by myself all the damn time.”

Boz has kept Trix by his side, nearly from the minute we brought the girls back to the club. It’s clear to everyone that she won’t be leaving when this is over. Our Pres has an old lady; he just hasn’t claimed her yet. I’m not sure how that shit’s gonna turn out, with Hoss and Boz both leading rival clubs. Still, I know it’s gonna happen one way or another.

I shoot her a grin and plop down on the bed, crossing my booted feet at the ankle. “I’m here to keep you company now.”

Her eyes land on my legs then slowly make their way up my body. “You’re not nearly as cute as Grim.”

Cocking a brow at her, I ask, “I’m not?”

“There’s not a damn thing about you that’s cute,” she says, her hazel eyes locked on mine. “Hot, yes. Cute, hell no.”

Letting out another chuckle, I pick my words carefully. “Hot, huh? Well, we may just have to see if you like getting burned.”

“I’ve always been fond of fire.” A flush spread across her cheeks as she shrugs. “I like a little spice in my life.”

My smile grows wide as I take in the view in front of me. She is wearing the same thing she wore when we took her from the mall. The sleeve of her tee has a large rip at the seam, and a dark brown stain covers the front of it. Even from here, I can tell it’s oil from the back of the van. Her shorts are dirty, with smears of mud covering them. All in all, she’s a mess. A beautiful mess, but a mess just the same.

I stand up and step in front of her. As I get close, she takes a step back. “There’s no reason to be shy now, Addy. You already know that I’m not going to hurt you.”

“You hurting me isn’t what scares me. It’s the opposite actually,” she replies as she keeps backing up as far as she can go, until her ass bumps into the dresser.

I stop in front of her, reach out, and put my hand on her cheek. “How does me making you feel good scare you?”

As I look in her eyes while rubbing her cheek, she looks down and says, “That’s a conversation I hope to never have, especially with you. Just know that my life is shit, so anything you give me that’s good scares the hell out of me.”

“You never know unless you try. My kinda good may be worth being a little scared,” I say as I take a step back from her. I’m not gonna push her. I want her to want me, not be scared of me.

“Maybe,” she says with a shrug. “Did you need something?”

“I thought you might like to change.” Nodding down at the clothes I brought, I wait for her to notice them.

“Oh my God. You got me some clothes,” she shouts as she walks over, picks them up, and runs her hand over each piece. “I thought for sure I would be wearing these rags until we leave. The new outfit I bought at the mall is dirty, too, so I was running out of options.”

I shrug and reply, “It’s not much. I just got some stuff from Smoke’s sister. It’s really no big deal.”

She walks up and lays a hand on my chest, and as she looks up at me, she says, “It may be no big deal to you, but you’re not the one who’s been wearing dirty clothes.”

I am a bit shocked for a minute. Her touch, even though it’s not much, could bring me to my knees. “I’m no stranger to dirty clothes. Try wearing a prison jumpsuit for years. After that, even dirty clothes are great.”

She takes a step back before asking, “You were in prison? For what?”

Damn. Why the hell did I say that? I sure as hell don’t want to freak her the fuck out, so I just say, “I am a biker, remember? It’s nothing important. We can talk about it some other time.”

She gives me a half-smile before turning to walk to the bathroom. Just before she reaches the door, she turns back and says, “Okay, Brew, even though you’re good company, you’re going to have to come back later. I’m taking a shower.”

Standing up, I walk over to her and lay a hand on her cheek. “I want you to listen to me first. You need to stay away from Crank.”

“That’s the bastard that grabbed Trix, right?” she asks, not pulling away from my touch. “The one that put his hands all over her?”

My thumb slides across her jawline as I nod. “Yeah, one and the same. I don’t trust his ass and neither should you.”

“I’m not stupid,” she says, taking a step away. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that man is bad news.”

She’s right; it doesn’t. An idiot would know Crank was fucked in the head. There’s something dark in Crank, something that’s gonna hurt the club. Still, there’s not a damn thing I can do but sit back and wait. Until Boz says differently, Crank’s a brother and has to be treated as one. It doesn’t mean I have to like the piece of shit, though.

Forcing her to look at me, I try my best to make her understand just how fucking bad he is. “Yeah, he is. He’ll hurt you. There’s no doubt in my mind about that, so you need to stay the hell away from him. If he comes in here, you scream. Don’t give the motherfucker a chance to say a word. You just start screaming. Do you understand?”

“If he’s so damn bad, why’s he your friend?” Her question is so innocent that it brings a smile to my face.

“Haven’t you ever heard, keep your friends close but your enemies closer?” I ask, looking into her whiskey colored eyes.

Her lips go up at the side as a gleam hits her eyes. “Associate yourself with people of good quality, for it is better to be alone than in bad company.”

"Better the devil you know than the devil you don't,” I reply, smiling down at her.

She cocks her head to the side and says, “Be careful the environment you choose, for it will shape you; be careful the friends you choose, for you will become like them.”

“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the results of a hundred battles,” I quote Sun Tzu, causing her smile to grow.

She opens her mouth again, but shuts it and shakes her head, then lets out a laugh. “Okay, okay. I give up. I get your point. You have to deal with him, just watch your back. If he’d hurt me, I doubt he’d think twice before hurting you.”

“I’ll be careful,” I tell her before placing a kiss on her forehead and turning to walk out of the room.

Before I can reach the door, she calls out my name and asks, “You’re not just the average biker, are you, Brew?”