Nasty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC Book 4)

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paneling. “Motherfucker.”
    “Who is he?” I ask, not sure I want to know the answer.
    Smoke walks to the door and jerks it open. Just before he steps outside, he looks back at me and answers, “A dead man.”

Chapter Seven
    Smoke
    Closing the door behind me, anger fills me to the core. I just can’t believe, can’t fucking believe, that motherfucker would have the balls to even show his face in my town again. Torch helped my sister kill herself when he got her hooked on drugs. No matter how hard I tried to get her to kick the habit, she still died from an overdose. I did everything I could to help her get clean, but she died in a cold dark alley all alone. As far as I’m concerned, her death lays right at his damn feet.
    Now, the bastard comes back to town and lays his hands on my woman. She may not know it, but she has always been my woman and always will be. This time, he won’t just walk away. I’ll bury his ass so deep no one will ever fucking find him. Just the thought of ending him brings a brief smile to my face.
    Rushing down the hall, I head to the common room. I scan the room for a second, finding Brew and Hack sitting in the corner, a club whore hanging on Hack. My dad and a few of the older members are playing pool, but Boz is nowhere to be seen.
    “Where’s Boz?” I shout, bringing everyone’s attention to me.
    Brew and Hack are up in an instant, walking toward me. Brew answers my question as they reach me. “He’s in his office with Trix.”
    I start to turn but notice Addy walking out of the kitchen, her nephew Cam in her arms and Gidget’s son following close behind her. “Hey, I need a favor.”
    She smiles as she walks toward us, stopping to brush her lips over Brew’s. “Sure, Smoke, what do you need?”
    “Gidget wants to see her son. Can you take him to her and stay with them until I get back?” I ask, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. “Make sure she stays in bed. Doc says she shouldn’t even try moving until tomorrow.”
    “I wanna see Mommy,” Gidget’s son says.
    My eyes go to him, and I feel the need to protect him, just like I want to protect his mother. “You can see her, but don’t forget she’s hurt. You need to be careful with her. Don’t be crawling on her or anything. Okay?”
    His eyes, that look just like his mother’s, sparkle with unshed tears as he asks, “Is she gonna be okay?”
    I lean down, getting eye level with him, and reach out and push his hair from his eyes. “She’s gonna be just fine. I promise. In a day or two, she’ll be feeling better. We’ve just got to be careful not to hurt her for a little while.”
    Before he can say anything, Addy grabs his hand and starts leading him down the hall. “Let’s go see your mom.”
    I don’t bother telling Brew and Hack to follow me, just turn on my heels and head to the Pres’s office. Quickly tapping my fist on the door, I open it and see Trix sitting in Boz’s lap. From the looks of things, it wouldn’t have been much longer before they were fucking, but I don’t care. We have shit to talk about.
    “What the fuck?” Boz shouts, standing up with Trix still in his arms. “Don’t ever just walk in my office like that again.”
    “Torch is back.” I ignore his attitude, and Brew shuts the door behind us.
    “Fuck,” Hack mumbles, walking across the room and grabbing a beer. “I thought we ran that fucker out of town.”
    Everyone goes quiet for a second, but then Boz taps Trix’s ass and says, “Babe, give us a few minutes.”
    She starts to walk out, but I stop her with a question. “Are you okay with Stone’s daughter being here?”
    As much as I love the club, I’ll walk away before I let Gidget go again. If Trix can’t handle her being around, I’ll hit the road with my woman and her boy.
    Trix blinks then nods. “She didn’t have anything to do with her Dad pulling his shit, so I ain’t gonna hold it against her.”
    “Good.” I close my eyes and pull in a

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