Free Nasty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC Book 4) by Emily Minton, Shelley Springfield Page A

tell them about the books being off. “I’m figuring whatever in the hell Torch is looking for has something to do with meth and our missing money. First priority is putting Torch six feet under; second is getting back what is ours.”
    “This is a good thing,” Hack says, looking at me. “Not that he laid hands on your woman, but the fact that we have a live person to track is a hell of lot easier than trying to find out what Stone did before he died.”
    “Your woman?” Dad asks, but I shake my head to cut him off.
    If it wasn’t for him, I would never have sent her away. All his talk about her not knowing what she wanted got into my head. It made me force myself to let her go. Through the years, a day hasn’t gone by where I didn’t regret that decision.
    “We need to call church. Figure out some sort of plan, and get Hack to tracking to see if he can find Torch’s whereabouts. This time, we take his ass out for good,” Boz says, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a beer. “The dumb fucker may not know Stone is dead. If not, I’m betting he comes back again.”
    Taking another swig of Jack, I put the top back on and place it on the shelf. “Torch told her he’d be back.”
    The thought of him telling her his name, so she would know it when he comes back to kill her, causes my anger to spike again. I don’t share that information with my brothers. Instead, I consider carving my name into his skin before I kill him.
    Brew nods and says, “Yeah, he’ll be back to get whatever he’s looking for or to finish off what he started.”
    Rocky walks over to the desk and leans a hip against it. “Only this time, it will be us and not her there to answer his questions.”
    My eyes lock onto Boz’s, wanting to make sure he understands what I’m about to say. “The motherfucker is mine. I don’t care who brings him down, but I’ll be the one that ends his fucking life.”

Chapter Eight
    Gidget
    Waking up, pain fills my body. It takes a second for sleep to clear from my mind, as I suck in one breath after another. Before the pain starts to fade, a pretty blonde pokes her head in the door and smiles.
    “Oh, good, you’re awake,” she says, walking into the room, leaving the door open behind her.
    “I just woke up,” I reply, chewing on my bottom lip. “I really want to see my son. Could you bring him to me?”
    Instead of answering me, the blonde turns and motions for someone to come in. A petite redhead walks into the room, shutting the door behind her. She walks right over to the bed and smiles down at me.
    She grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. “Hi, I’m Addy.”
    “Damn. I forgot to introduce myself,” the blonde says, coming to stand by Addy. “I’m Trix, Boz’s old lady.”
    “I’m Gidget,” I introduce myself, more out of habit than actually wanting them to know my name. “I really want to see my son. I need to see him. Can one of you please bring Parker to me right now?”
    Addy walks to the end of the bed and gently sits down. “Smoke had me bring him in to see you earlier, but you were asleep, so I took him up to Cam’s room to watch a cartoon. About five minutes into the movie, he fell asleep. I’ll bring him to you as soon as he wakes up, if that’s okay with you.”
    She waits for me to nod then pulls a baby monitor out of her pocket and hands it to Trix. “Lay that by her head so she can hear him when he wakes up.”
    Trix does as she says, and I can hear the sound of some cartoon playing through the speaker. “Is he okay?”
    “He’s fine. He’s worried about you,” Trix answers this time. “He seems better now though.”
    “Yeah, Parker’s okay now.” Addy nods in agreement. “Smoke told him you would be better soon, and that calmed him down a bit.”
    The thought of Layton taking care of Parker causes a warm feeling to fill me. When I was a girl, I always thought he would be the father of my children. Instead, my son has a father who doesn’t even