Filthy Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) Read Online Free
Author: Emily Minton, Shelley Springfield
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.”
CHAPTER TWO
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
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.”
CHAPTER TWO
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
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