Nasty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC Book 4)

NASTY BASTARD

GRIM BASTARDS MC
BY
EMILY MINTON and SHELLEY SPRINGFIELD

Copyright © 2016 Emily Minton & Shelley Springfield
Published 2016

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NASTY BASTARD

GRIM BASTARDS MC

By

Emily Minton
And
Shelley Springfield

She's the daughter of a club traitor, trying to start over.

Daughter of the man that betrayed the Grim Bastards, Gidget Etheridge doesn’t want anything to do with the club. She grew up being ignored by her father, but found solace in the arms of the boy she loved. Everything changed the day he turned his back on her. When she and her son are rescued by Smoke, she has to decide if the boy who broke her heart is worth a second chance.

He's a bastard, living life by his own rules.

Vice President Smoke Roundtree grew up knowing he would be a Grim Bastard, just like his father and grandfather. When he became a prospect, he made a choice between the club and the girl he loved. Even all these years later, he still wonders if he made the right decision. When he saves Gidget and her son, he finally has a chance to fix the mistakes of his past.

Can a bastard heal the heart he shattered thirteen years ago?

To anyone that has ever tried coming home again.

The Welcome

Come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you ’re look’d for, or come without warning:
Kisses and welcome you ’ll find here before you,
And the oftener you come here the more I ’ll adore you!
Light is my heart since the day we were plighted;
Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted;
The green of the trees looks far greener than ever,
And the linnets are singing, “True lovers don’t sever!”

I ’ll pull you sweet flowers, to wear if you choose them,
Or, after you’ve kiss’d them, they ’ll lie on my bosom;
I ’ll fetch from the mountain its breeze to inspire you;
I ’ll fetch from my fancy a tale that won’t tire you.
Oh! your step’s like the rain to the summer-vex’d farmer,
Or sabre and shield to a knight without armor;
I ’ll sing you sweet songs till the stars rise above me,
Then, wandering, I ’ll wish you in silence to love me.

We ’ll look through the trees at the cliff and the eyrie;
We ’ll tread round the rath on the track of the fairy;
We ’ll look on the stars, and we ’ll list to the river,
Till you ask of your darling what gift you can give her:
Oh! she ’ll whisper you “Love, as unchangeably beaming,
And trust, when in secret, most tunefully streaming;
Till the starlight of heaven above us shall quiver,
As our souls flow in one down eternity’s river.”

So come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you ’re looked for, or come without warning:
Kisses and welcome you ’ll find here before you,
And the oftener you come here the more I ’ll adore you!
Light is my heart since the day we were plighted;
Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted;
The green of the trees looks far greener than ever,
And the linnets are singing, “True lovers don’t sever!”

By Thomas Osborne Davis

Layton/Smoke
Eighteen Years Old

Dad sits across from me, setting two beers on the table and sliding one in my direction. My eyes grow large when I realize that he means for me to take it. Sure, I’ve drunk more than my fair share, but never with Dad. Mom has a strict rule that I not drink until hitting legal age. That rule has been broken more times than I can count, but never with my father. I figured that wouldn’t happen for a few years yet. Still, I’m not passing up a cold one.

“Go ahead,” he says, popping the top off his beer and taking a deep drink. “You’ve earned it.”

Boz, my best friend and the Grim Bastards Pres’s son, and I just finished dealing with some little fuckers that have been messing with club property. It was three boys, none any older than Boz or me. They were pulling stupid shit, tagging the clubhouse, and driving by screaming shit at the guards at the gate. Nothing big, but it annoyed the hell out of the brothers.

Considering the fact that most of the Grim Bastards have records, and the kids are barely over eighteen, the brothers would have ended up in jail if they’d laid a hand on them. Dad, the club VP, and Cree, the Pres, thought it would be better if Boz and I handled it before one of the brothers ended up behind bars. We took care of the kids; those fuckers won’t ever mess with the club again. In fact, they’ll piss their pants if they ever see a Grim Bastard walking down the street.

“Thanks,” I mutter, taking a long drink.

As the bitter liquid hits my tongue, I feel like a grown man. A smile spreads across my face while I look around the club house. All the brothers are staring at us, realizing how important this moment is. It’s Dad’s way of welcoming me to the brotherhood, introducing me to my legacy as a future Grim Bastard.

“You’ll be getting your prospect cut tonight,” Dad says, as if he didn’t just give me my fucking dream.

“What?” I choke out, setting my drink down. “Thought Pres said that wouldn’t happen until this summer.”

He nods, a smile spreading across his face. “Cree wanted you and Boz to work harder for the chance to be a Grim Bastard, figured it would keep the brothers from thinking you just earned it because of your blood. Y’all watching out for the club proved that you’ve more than earned the right to wear a prospect cut.”

Fuck, I don’t even know what to say. My only thought is I gotta tell Gidget. She is gonna be so fucking excited for me. Hell, knowing her, she’ll be more excited than I am.

Dad clears his throat, bringing my attention back to him. “We need to talk about something else, Layton.”

His use of my real name sends a shiver down my spine. Since I was seven and nearly burnt the house down playing with matches, I’ve been Smoke to damn near everyone, except Gidget. The only time I hear Layton coming from Dad’s mouth is when I’m in trouble.

“What’s going on?” I ask, nervously twirling the bottle in my hand.

He takes a drink of his beer before saying, “I heard you gave Stone’s girl a ring.”

A smile crosses my lips as I think about my girl. At seventeen, Gidget is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen—long black hair, bright blue eyes, and lips that just beg to be kissed. She’s fucking amazing. As soon as she graduates in a few weeks, I’m gonna make her mine.

“Yeah, since I didn’t have my cut when I asked her, figured a ring would have to do,” I reply with a smirk. “She loves it. Told her I’d get her something better later on, and she smacked me.”

“So you asked her to marry you?” he asks, sounding more serious with each word that passes his lips.

“Kinda,” I say with a shake of my head. “I didn’t get down on one knee or anything, but she got the idea.”

I saved for nearly a year to buy the fucking ring, but it was worth it. Even though it was cheap compared to some of the shit I saw, she loved it. She promised to never take it off, and I promised to never give her a reason to want to.

“I want you to back off of Stone’s girl,” he says, bringing my attention back to him. “The two of you being so tied up isn’t good, Layton.”

My entire body locks up as his words make their way through my mind. Gidget and I have been together for nearly four years, ever since I was old enough to realize that my dick was meant to be used for more than just taking a piss. Not once in all that time has Dad ever said a bad word about her. Not that he could. My girl is fucking perfect.

Placing the beer on the table, I glare at him. “I thought you liked Gidget? Hell, you always told me she was a great girl.”

“It has nothing to do with liking her,” he tells me, shaking of his head. “You two are just too fucking young to be so damn serious.”

The irony of the situation hits me, and I blurt out the first thing that hits my mind. “By the time you and Mom were our age, you were married and had me.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I can’t quite understand, before he says, “Yeah, we were. That’s why I’m saying this shit to you.”

“Are you and Mom having problems?” I ask, even though I already know they have always had problems.

Dad and Mom are polar opposites. She’s everything sweet and nice, and he’s a biker to the bone. How the two of them ever got together, I will never know. As the years have gone by, they spend less and less time together. A few months ago, Dad moved most of his shit into the clubhouse. Since then, he’s hardly been at the house. Come to think of it, Mom hasn’t been there much either.

He doesn’t meet my eyes as he answers, “This isn’t about your Mom and me. I’m not talking about that shit with you.”

Picking up my beer, I wait for him to go on. It only takes a few seconds for him to oblige. “You and Gidget are young. You both need to have a chance to live a little before settling down. Neither one of you know what you want out of life yet.”

What the fuck is he talking about? My life was mapped out for me on the day I was born, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Dad, I’m gonna be a Grim Bastard. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”